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The golden snitch glided through the crisp winter air, flitting between snowflakes and people, before being snatched out of the air by a masculine hand.
"Nice catch Prongs, old boy!" a deep voice called,
"Why, thank you Padfoot my old friend. I do try to do my best, though I must say the match later is going to be bloody cold." Prongs' smooth voice answered.
"Well it is snowing heavily James, so I would guess that it will be extremely cold." Another male voice cut in, though gentle sounding this time,
"But Moonyyyyyyy…" whined Padfoot and Prongs.
The slim brown haired boy sighed before turning the page on his book, shaking his head at his two friends antics.
"Really, sometimes you two act more like children then sixteen year olds." Was Moony's airy comment.
"Oi!" came the indignant reply in stero. Laughing at the
expressions on his friends faces' Remus 'moony' Lupin, continued on to the groups destination, the fresh snow sinking under his worn boots, leaving a trail of footprints after him. Crunching snow could be heard as James 'prongs' Potter and Sirius 'padfoot' Black ran to catch up to their friend, all threes breath fogging the air in sharp pants. The small group continued on to the Great Hall waving to classmates, teasing other friends and keeping an eye out for one person in particular…
The Library was quiet, even more so then usual, hidden among the dusty tomes and as far away from the door as possible, two unlikely yearmates sat, heads together as the poured over an extremely thick textbook, occasionally murmuring to each other and pointing at bits of the paragraphs. Now as to why this is unusual, is because these two students where from rival houses. One wore overly large second hand robes edged in green and silver; and the other in neat robes edged in red and gold. If anyone looked closely it would show the two as Severus Snape from Slytherin and Lily Evans from Gryffindor.
Lily was a beautiful young lady at 16. Her fiery red hair with natural highlights of gold, a warning of the explosive temper hidden beneath her gentle ways, her vivid green eyes glowed with joy most of the time drawing in everyone near her. Nearly always seen with a smile and a book on either Charms or Potions, this Gryffindor was well liked across the school, even the Purebloods were drawn in by her charm at times.
Severus, on-the-other-hand, was a milky skinned and ebony haired young man, quick witted with a dark sarcastic sense of humor, extremely skinny and only just hit average height. Cold to anyone except the afore mentioned Gryffindor; his eyes dark, almost iridescent, inky pools. Rarely seen with anyone except Lily, he was known as a Potions prodigy, though he always came in the top 5 people of all his classes.
Now on this winter day, both Lily and Severus where putting the finishing touches to their potions projects. A newly designed potion, described in extreme detail was written on rolls of parchment listing everything from ingredients, to brewing stages to results and the consequences of this created potion. The beautifully hand written essay was being checked by the fiery haired girl, before being handed back to her male companion, her eyes glowing in excitement and anticipation.
"Oh Sev! It's brilliant! How ever did you think of such an idea?" she asked, " I mean to think of a potion that can be changed to suit the individual needs of a person. On top of that it will be able to cure a person with Lymphangioleiomyomatosis." (a/n Lymphangioleiomyomatosis is a rare fatal lung disease that affects only women, typically those ages 20 to 40. It affects fewer than one out of 1 million people. Symptoms are cough, chest pain, blood-tinged sputum and trouble breathing. Treatment for this condition is possible via a lung transplant. I mean no disrespect, nor to offer false hope to anyone who has or knows someone who has this disease.)
"Well it took a while Lils, I had to research everything and I spoke to a specialist in the muggle world about it too….."
"About what Snivellus, how to wash your hair?" cut in a males' voice filled with mirth and loathing.