A/N: Cathryn here : Welcome to the new, revamped version of MI! Hope you guys like, and please, please, review. cathryn

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It was safe to say that Lily Evans led a rather dull, safe, boring life. Her routine was the same:

Get up. Rush to the bathroom. Brush teeth. Say 'Good morning' to Orenda. Review work quickly. Avoid James Potter on way to Great Hall. Eat eggs and milk. Quickly review work again. Head off to classes. Avoid James Potter. Come back for free period and study. Talk to Orenda. Yell at James Potter. Arrive at class early. Come back to common room and do homework. Get bothered by James Potter. Go to dinner. Hang out with Orenda and the girls. Take shower. Put lock charm on door in case James Potter decides to sneak in again. Brush teeth. Comb hair. Say good night to everyone. Try to fall asleep. Wake up at exactly 1:07 in the morning and read until sleep comes. Wake up again and start all over.

It's not like Lily wanted everything to be so dull and drab, but it was just how she was. She'd grown up in a family where everything was in it's place, and if it wasn't, it was like World War III. Her mother was a lawyer and her father was a doctor. Her sister was horse-faced and absolutely normal.

As Lily sat in the common room, staring at her Transfiguration homework, she couldn't help feel, well... dead. The fact of the matter was, Lily was sitting in the common room when it was still light out, while she could be down by the Great Lake with her friends, and not doing her homework. The thing is, that was extremely un-Lily-ish.

She sighed, leaning back. She was quite sick and tired of doing the normal. She sometimes found herself wishing she could be more... well, bold. Like Orenda. Live life the way Orenda did, so happy and carefree, instead of worrying about what halls to take to avoid seeing Potter.

And she would never actually admit it to anyone, but quite frankly, aside from Orenda, James Potter happened to be the most interesting thing in her life. And really, that's a sign of patheticness when the most interesting thing in your life is the thing you happen to despise the most. Oh yes.

Pathetic.

The Fat Lady swung open and Orenda stepped in, laughing with Penelope. Orenda's long black hair swung around her face, and her bright blue eyes were shining with tears of laughter. Lily fingered her red hair and asked God why she couldn't have been blessed with black hair, long legs, and a tan, un-freckled skin.

"Oh, hey Lils!" Orenda called, giggling along with Penelope. The two of them took a seat across from Lily.

"Hey," Lily mumbled, immediately diving into her essay. "What's so funny...? Or do I not want to know?"

Orenda and Penelope exchanged glances. Penelope giggled and swallowed some water. "Well, if you must know..." Penelope started, then burst into a fit of giggles, unable to finish.

"James Potter was wondering if he could have the pink, lacy bra you wore yesterday," Orenda snickered. "He said it was-" giggle "-much more scandalous than the ones you usually wear. Is that a riot, or what?"

"Apparently," Lily snapped.

Orenda rolled her eyes. "Oh, Lily, get over yourself, honestly. It's not like he really intends on taking your bra, anyway. He might be a pervert, but he certainly wouldn't stoop so low as to སྭ"

"Oh yes he would!" Lily snarled. "Or have you forgotten about third year?"

Orenda pondered for a moment. "Sorry Lily, but I can't seem to remember... Penelope, where's The List?"

"Oh, I'll get it," Penelope sighed and rushed up to the girls' dormitories.

"Oh, honestly, not that list again!" Lily exclaimed.

"Oh, yes, that list again," Orenda said with a grin. '

"Right, what year was it, Lily?" Penelope asked, returning to the common room.

"Third," Lily sighed, leaning back in her chair. Really, this was border-line ridiculous. They'd been keeping that horrendous list since the first time James had asked her out, and still kept it going. She found it rather childish. And endearing. But she'd never tell them that.

"Right, so, would this go under the section of 'Undergarments,' then?" asked Orenda as she read over Penelope's shoulder.

"I suppose..." Lily mumbled.

"Right, and under the sub-section of...?" Penelope asked.

"'Thievery,'" Orenda said.

"Right," Penelope mumbled. "Oh, here it is!"

"Where?" Lily and Orenda said together.

"'January 23rd: James Potter asked Lily out. Lily refused, so he stole her underwear. It was the pink lacy one.' Oh, he seems to have a thing for anything of your's that's pink and lacy!"

"Oh, yes, I remember that!" Orenda said, snapping her fingers. "You were bawling in the bathroom after that little incident. We tried to talk to you, but every word that came out of your mouth was either an incoherent cuss, 'James Potter,' or something along the lines of 'pig headed' and 'prat.'"

"I also think she swore to never talk to James again," Penelope giggled. "Not that it worked... He's so charming, isn't he, Orenda? Just can't help wanting to talk to him..."

"Well, I can," Lily snorted.

"Oh, that's exactly why you've talked to him about ten times today?" Orenda said with an impish grin.

"What?" Lily screeched. "Don't tell me you have a list for that too."

"Oh, but we do!" Penelope grinned. "Very lengthy one, at that."

"That's it, I can't work with you lot down my neck," she snapped. "I'm going to the library."

"Right, well, you do that, but I'll be back out on the grounds. That Ravenclaw boy we were talking to yesterday, remember him Orenda?" asked Penelope, flipping her chestnut brown hair over he shoulder. "Well, he asked me to meet him out by the Great Lake tonight." She giggled.

"Have fun," Orenda grinned. "But I'll be going to the library with Lily. I suppose I need to get my work done, right?"

"Pathetic," said Penelope, flouncing right past them.

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"It's amazing!" Lily squealed. "We've managed to make it to the library and Potter hasn't harassed me once."

"Another tick for the list," Orenda mumbled.

"I beg your pardon?" Lily asked, setting her books down on the table.

"We're also recording every time you speak about James. Really, it's almost obsessive."

"Is not!" Lily whisper-yelled.

"Er, 'fraid it is," Orenda whispered, rolling her eyes. "Anyway, I need to get a book..."

As the two walked out through the library, Lily caught sight of the Marauders.

"Oh no," Lily hissed.

"Oh, Lily, get over yourself, he doesn't know you're here," Orenda snapped. "Your whole 'James' act is really getting old. It's not like he has senses that can detect when you're nearby."

The two turned their backs on the Marauders and sifted through the books. Lily suddenly felt someone behind her.

"AHA!" the person cried.

Lily screamed, crashed into the book shelf, knocking it over, and Orenda as well. "POTTER!" she cried.

"My Lily Senses were tingling," he said with a cheeky grin.

At that moment, Lily would give anything to be Orenda.

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A/N: So the switch hasn't happened yet, but that's next chapter, or the third, whichever, which the fabulous Becki will be writing.

Seeya :D

cathryn