Hello all! This is a new generation fic, focusing mainly on the relationships and adventures that Lily Potter goes through. It begins during her fourth year, and goes on from there. (I would like to point out that I am an American, one who has never crossed the Atlantic, so I will be writing using American language. I hope you don't mind: I simply don't feel comfortable trying to use lingo that I've only heard second hand. Maybe one day I will feel brave and try it, but probably not.) I thought I would try my hand at fanfiction, and this idea sort of popped into my head one day! Please read and, hopefully, enjoy.

So I present to you… Supper at Midnight.

"No, no that is completely unacceptable. You cannot just go and add whatever you want to a Rubbish Potion."

I rolled my eyes. Really, this man was a detriment to my education.

"Professor Glary, I think you can. It says here in the book-"

"Do I look like the book to you?" He interrupted, twirling his enormous mass around to give me a glare.

Professor Glary did not look like a book, unfortunately. It would have made a comeback so much easier.

"Well, I mean, perhaps one from the restrict-"

He didn't wait for my response but instead moved across the room, his massive lips jiggling with each step. I couldn't help thinking that Headmistress Ginkley had hired a mastiff instead of a teacher this year.

"Professor Glary, I have a question."

Meridiah Goyle raised her hand from across the room. A boxy Ravenclaw with a nasty disposition, she was as intelligent as she was violent. She was a beater for the Ravenclaw team and handled her job with a brutal efficacy. Story short, we don't get along.

"Yes, Meridiah?"

"If you couple ashwood with mouse bile and stir counterclockwise, it says here that it will create a void that will allow for a third, binding or solidifying ingredient. Didn't you say yesterday that is was a clockwise movement? I got docked points on my essay for putting clockwise, which is it?"

Okay, I lied. We got along during potions, where our mutual disbelief at the idiocy of Professor Glary created a steadfast bond. It wasn't a strong bond, but enough to get through a class period.

"That was last lesson, Miss Goyle. Please keep your head here, and now. We are learning about how to properly cultivate a Rubbish potion."

Professor Glary moved, his formidable mass brushing the tables he passed, knocking books and caldrons from their resting places. I cast a glance at my friend beside me. Alexsandra Milner was still asleep, her black hair in a snarled pile on the table. A puddle of drool by her gaping mouth was ruining the typeset on the textbook. You would think they would make these things drool-proof, considering the subject matter.

Professor Glary continued to talk, jowls quavering with a fascinating animation. Nobody was listening anymore, know that it would be best to just read the book and learn the facts. If you wanted to become confused and hopeless at the art of potions, you actually listened.

Eventually, class ended. I shook Alex awake beside me.

"Fuck off, Potter. I need my beauty sleep," she growled, rolling to a different side of her textbook.

I pulled it out from underneath her head, and it hit the stone table beneath with a crack. I laughed as she bolted upwards.

"That's it. I'm beating your ass." She lunged for me, but I easily sidestepped her attack and she tripped over a chair. There was a crash of glassware, and Professor Glary managed to make his way to the back without breaking anything.

"Miss Potter, may I ask what you and Miss Milner are up to?"

"No," I replied, pulling Alex to her feet. I grabbed my bag and headed toward the door. "We were just leaving."

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"You know what she needs?" Alex asked me, throwing her bag on the floor. We bunked together, as we were both Slytherin. She often spent evenings like this pitching me ideas on what we should do with Meridiah.

"What?" I asked.

"A good knocking. I bet I could take her." Alex swung her face over the edge of the bunk to look at my reaction. I just laughed, which earned me a pillow in the face.

"Alex, she would destroy you. You wouldn't have a chance. Did you see Patty after the championship game last year?"

"Yeah, but I'm no Patty, I'm Alex." She replied as if it made a difference. I laughed again and pulled my new edition of Witch Weekly over my face so I could read. Alex grabbed it from me, crumpling the page I was on.

"Hey! I was reading that!" I tried to snatch it back, but to no avail. Alex jumped from the bunk and ran to the door.

"Knock it off!" I laughed, chasing her down the corridor that lead to the main room. Every Slytherin in the years four and up were assigned a roommate and shared a single dorm. (Though I will admit, many sent in suggestions to the head of house that were not ignored.) It was a great improvement over the last few years, where I'd had to share a room with up to five other girls. It had only been a week, but my fourth year was already way better than previous years, just because of the improved living arrangements.

Alex slid to a stop in the common area, jumping over one of the black leather couches. I decided to run around, grabbing her arm as she tried to run by.

"LET GOOOOOO!" She wailed, sinking to the floor. I flopped on top of her, refusing to move until she gave up the precious magazine. Alex wasn't so quick to give up, however.

"Wingardium leviosa!" I realized too late that she had brought her wand along. A simple swish and flick and I was brushing the glass ceiling that separated the dorm from the frigid lake water.

"Let me down!" I kicked my feet, feeling vulnerable so high up. I looked down at Alex, who was grinning up at me.

"What's the magic word?" She laughed, and her unsteady hold on the spell made me waver in the air.

An unpleasant sensation grew in my stomach, and I knew that looking down again would be bad news. I had never had this feeling before, never been afraid to be above ground. Must have been vertigo from being levitated by the not-so-skilled-spellswoman Alex.

"Ma-gi-k word?" She reiterated, placing a hand on her hip.

I shouldn't have looked down. Not at all.

At that very moment, our adviser, Professor Fine, stepped right below me. She was a fiery red head like myself and wore huge boxy glasses. Mentally, I groaned, knowing what was going to happen. She seemed suspicious that Alex was alone in the common room, which, based on past experience, was very smart of her.

"And what are you up to, Alex? Where is-"

It all came out. My entire supper fell in a graceful arc right onto Professor Fine's head. I winced as it made contact.

She turned her face upwards, cleared her glasses of vomit, and looked straight at me.

"Ah, " she said. "There she is."

There we go! First chapter down! Most chapters will probably be about this length, though some weeks I may be more productive and write a longer one! I am hoping to update once a week, on Sunday evenings. I may be looking for a beta at some point, so if you may be interested, let me know! Feel free to review and tell me what you think so far, ask any questions, etc.:)