Lloyd wanted to cry, he really did. "C'mon, Evans, you know this gets you hot."
"Piss off, Potter."
There was an uncharacteristic gasp, and a poorly accented voice exclaiming, "Why, Mistuh Evans, how could yhou tahlk to a LAHDAY lahk that!"
"I think calling yourself a lady is a gross exaggeration, Potter." Lloyd said flatly, trying to focus on the essay he was working on. Jamie was an overly precocious girl when it came to her little game of trying to make fun of him this way. Oh Merlin, no, she was not pretending to cry again, he hated it when she pretended to cry!
The dratted girl, with her big hazel eyes and short black hair looked at him, her lower lip trembling as she let tears started to leak out of her eyes. It was Lloyd Evans ill fortune that Jamie could make herself cry as she wanted. "You, you think I'm gross, Potter? I, I tried so hard to look good for yooouuuuu…!" The last word turned into a wail, Potter overdramatizing her crying now.
Lloyd winced and looked up, finally seeing the outfit he'd tried his best not to look at-a shortened version of the schools skirt, which barely covered what it needed too, and a white shirt that was tied up to bare Potter's midriff, and left mostly unbuttoned to show off her b-cups. A Gryffindor tie was loosely around her neck as well. "C'mon, Potter, you know that's not what I meant….stop crying, for Merlin's sake…"
"So…so do you like my outfit?" She asked, sniffling.
Lloyd let out a long-suffering sigh, knowing what was coming. "Yes, Potter, I-"
A slap, loud but not painful echoed through the room, Potter screeched out "Pervert! Siri, Ree, Petra, Evans was leering at me again!" The rest of the Marauders came up, Siri taking Jamie into her arms and starting to go on at length about the rudeness and cruelty of men, Rema gave Lloyd an apologetic eyeroll, and Petra patted Jamie on the back a bit awkwardly.
Lloyd just sighed and went back to his essay, wondering why women at this school were so mad.