"Hey mate, what's the story with eye?" Remus asks his best friend, detaching himself from his book.
James involuntarily reaches up to his touch his bloated, black left eye and scoffed, "Are you sure you want to know?"
"Yeah he's sure." Sirius smirks and takes a swing of his Pumpkin juice. "It's quiet interesting since dearest Evans is our antagonist."
He scowls at Sirius, "You think me sabotaging your date with Lyla was all. It doesn't even begin to make us even."
"Bluff. You're all words and no action."
James looks right about ready to chuck him in the Great Lake, something I should have done ages ago, he thinks. "Oh, stop it you two just get on with the story James."
James looses all signs of fury and replaces them with a fixating euphoric stare. "Well, it went something like this."
Three weeks ago
The anxiety lingered in the air, thick and like an aura. It was viscous to the extent of bottling and selling the excess. There were simply too many risks taken, sacrifices to suffice their plans. And their plans always worked.
They stared gingerly, their breaths caught in their throat from behind the sidelines. Leaning intently and alarmingly close to the crime scene, James Potter had to contain his amusement as he played by their prank in his mind.
By sheer lucky coincidence and to James's relief, Snivellus grabbed the handle and placed one slimy foot, heel first into the room. The latter seemed almost paranoid. Then when no water and soap buckets came crashing down on him, he sighed in relief uniting the two Ugly Step Sisters.
SPLAT!
"POTTER!" Ah, the sweet sound of victory. James tried to enjoy this holy moment but someone was set on pestering the happy out of him.
"What?" he snapped turning to a baffled Sirius.
"How could you even enjoy this? Are you finally over Evan? 'Cause It's about time!" grinned the annoying moment-disturber.
Nothing could ruin James Potter's sweet triumph. Unless… "Oh, no." He muttered attempting to duck his head even further under his invisibility cloak, like Lily Evans could achieve the impossible. She probably could.
"JAMES POTTER!" yelled an excessively rambunctious—might James Potter add gorgeous— Lily Evans. "James Potter! You come out right now! I dare you. Show your petty, pranking face right this moment." She continued, "right now," enunciating each syllable.
Sirius giggled at his friend's audible gulp alerting Lily. "I heard that." She sing-songed harmoniously.
She extended her hand and brushed the air until….Sirius sneezed. James could strangle the life out of him that very moment and Sirius was aware of that fact. Proof; his yanking of the cloak and rushing out of the room.
"Traitor." James mumbled. Then he gulped audibly once again when he saw a malicious Lily. "Lily, my dearest, how are we today?" He laughed nervously.
Oh no, he thought as a slime-dripping Lily raised her fist.
"Goodbye world."
"Right you are." And she brought it down on his eye.
Present
"Wow, I never knew Lily could punch." Remus coos.
James scoffs and bitterly replies, "She sure as hell can. The first girl to actually inflict any pain to me, she was. Also the first person to ever punch James Potter."
"So she was your first punchee." Sirius asks.
"Not a word, Padfoot." Remus rolls his eyes.
"I guess she was. Hopefully were heading to first 'kissee'" Potter winks, air quoting the erroneous word.
"Not a word Prongs." Remus sighs.