"Remus!" Lily called after her fellow prefect. Remus, along with the other three marauders jerked their heads up from whatever they were crowded around looking vaguely guilty.
"Er, yes Lily?" Remus said, running his hand through his hair worriedly. Lily narrowed her eyes.
"What have you got there?" She asked suspiciously. She had hoped that the so called marauders had grown up over the past summer. Apparently she was wrong.
"Nothing important. How was your summer?" He inquired quickly, attempting to draw attention away from his friends and the suspicious looking object that they were trying, unsuccessfully to hide.
"Don't give me that. I know you lot are up to something. We're not even on the train yet and you four are plotting something. Honestly, we are seventh years." Lily addressed the other three Gryffindors over Remus' head. "Do you understand what that means? No more stupid pranks, you're supposed to be mature."
Peter looked slightly terrified at the thought. James rolled his eyes and smirked at Lily whilst Sirius let out a huff of indignation.
"Come on Evans, lighten up, who said anything about us plotting any kind of prank? You're paranoid love." Sirius said grinning at her.
"Whatever Black. Just don't make us lose house points again. It would be nice to actually start a year without being on negative points." She said. James' head turned to her so fast she thought it might snap off.
"Lily? Are you alright?! Last year you would have demanded to see what we were looking at and threaten us bodily when we refused! What happened to you?" James demanded. Lily rolled her eyes at his dramatics.
"Shut up Potter. I'm only here to ask Remus if he knows who the head boy is this year. We're supposed to go over a few things before the first prefects meeting on the train." She turned to Remus, who had gone a strange shade of purple. Behind him, Sirius and Peter burst out laughing whilst James let out a strangled noise and seemed to be trying his hardest not to laugh for some reason.
"Er, Lily. You're not going to like this. At all really." Remus began, biting his lip nervously.
"What? Who is it? Not that idiot Malfoy is it? If I have to work with him I might actually kill myself, he's such a prick." Lily asked with wide eyes. She wondered how bad it had to be if it got Remus looking like a deer in the headlights.
"No, it's not Malfoy, it's someone, in your opinion much, much worse." Remus said. This earned him a bertie botts every flavour bean to the back of the head and an indignant "Hey! Unfair! I'm much better than that slimy green git!" shouted behind him.
Lily's eyes, if possible, widened even further and she looked up and met the gaze of one James Bloody Potter in horror. There he was standing with the box of beans in his hand and a sheepish smile.
"Wotcher Evans." James said, growing increasingly alarmed at the colour that the apparent head-girls face was turning.
"But- no, how-YOU WEREN'T EVEN A BLOODY PREFECT!" She screeched. She whirled on Remus once again, who had shrunk back in anticipation of this exact reaction. "You have got to be kidding! HIM?! Who in their right mind would allow James Potter, of all people, a position of power?"
"Lily, don't you think you're being a tad bit unreasonable here, I mean Prongs is an alright sort of bloke, he just sometimes turns into a complete prat when he's around you for some reason or other. I suspect it's something to do with the unnaturally red colour of your hair. I mean seriously, it's enough to drive anybody a little bit ment-oof!" Sirius was cut off abruptly by Peter, quite wisely seeing the fury rise in said red heads eyes, clamped a hand over his mouth and kicked him in the shin.
Sirius nodded his head in silent acknowledgement that, yes he knew he should have shut up, and no he won't speak again, and for the love of god Wormtail get your hand away from my mouth before I sink my teeth into you. Peter immediately removed his hand and wiped Sirius' drool onto his trousers. It was beyond him how one boy could produce so much slobber.
Lily had made an effort to calm herself and was looking a lot more collected than Remus would have thought considering she had just found out that she had to work very closely with the one person that she had openly despised since halfway through her first year at the school.
She levelled her gaze with James' and deceptively calmly told him. "Don't fuck it up Potter. This is our last year and I don't want to spend it constantly at war with you." She extended her gaze to encompass all of them. "Any of you. Now pass me a bean."
James hurried to comply completely bewildered by the girl standing in front of him. He held out the brightly coloured box of sweets allowing her to carefully choose a, hopefully, harmless flavour of bean whilst his friends stared at the pair of them in mute fascination.
Lily picked out a pale pink sweet and popped it into her mouth allowing for a small sigh of relief when it turned out to be marshmallow flavour.
"So Evans, in the interest of as you said 'not being at war with one another' does that mean you'll go out with me?" Remus winced at James waiting for the inevitable 'Not on your life Potter.' that usually followed this question and was completely astounded when that was not in fact her answer.
Lily looked over her shoulder at the sound of her voice being called and spotted her friends Marlene and Dorcas waving her over to them. She smiled lightly before turning back to James's hopeful expression.
"Not yet Potter. Not yet." She said before turning on her heel and making her way across the crowded train platform towards her friends, leaving four open mouthed boys in her wake.