She's cold and she's cruel but she knows what she's doin'.
She pushed me in the pool at our last school reunion.
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"Hey Evans, catch me if you can!" cried a dark-haired boy as he leapfrogged over a group of girls sitting on the steps of Hogwarts. Most of them smiled and resumed talking, but one – Evans – narrowed her eyes as she purposefully pulled her auburn hair into a ponytail, slipped her shoes off, and murmured, "Oh, it's on, Potter."
"I'll be back, girls!" she said in a louder and more chipper voice before taking off running after the shrinking figure known as James Potter.
The figure only grinned as he sped up and headed for the beech tree his own friends were sitting under. He worked his arms out of the sleeves of his robe and as he dashed past, Lily not far behind, he tossed the offending article of clothing in their general direction.
"Jamesie being suicidal again?" one Remus Lupin asked placidly, barely glancing up from his book as the mud kicked up by Lily's heels spattered his own threadbare robes.
"Homicidal, I'd say," came Sirius Black's muffled voice from under the robe that was concealing his head. "Either he was aiming to suffocate me or the day he made Chaser was a fluke."
A chuckling Peter Pettigrew reached over and attempted to help Sirius free his head without actually looking away from the chase. This resulted in a number of yelps from Sirius, but in the long run Peter did catch the action.
By this time, Lily was gaining on her quarry but panting heavily.
"Tired, my love?" James called teasingly over his shoulder, kicking up sand as they neared the shore of the lake.
"Course not!" Lily made an attempt at sounding unfazed before muttering under her breath (or shortness thereof), "You just run bloody fast!"
"I heard that!" came the jovial response from James. "It's Quidditch conditioning, dear!"
"Yes, yes, I'm sure running into things while riding around on bits of wood and trying to catch a ball does wonders for the legs, Mr. Look-At-Me, I'm-Forty-Meters-Off-The-Ground!"
"I'm not going to say anything about the innuendoes in that."
"Potter, you – !" with a final puff, Lily caught up and shoved James headfirst into the lake.
When he emerged, shaking water out of his hair, dripping from the tip of his nose, and with a string of algae around his neck so that it resembled a narrow greenish scarf, she said one thing.
"Hey Potter, catch me if you can!"
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Disclaimer: I'm not J.K. Rowling, nor am I a member of the Click 5. I am, however, one of two people in the world to have slid on their stomachs across the bookshelves in my school library. Be jealous. Or, you know, on second thought... just review. By the way, this will be somewhere around 4 or 5 chapters and I intend to use all or most of the lyrics... wish me luck on actually finishing something!