Enough is Enough
"You are infuriating," Lily stated matter-of-factly before turning around in her seat to face the front of the room once again.
Not more than a minute later a bit of parchment flew over her shoulder and landed with a slight thunk on the pages of her text book.
Sighing, she put down her eagle feather quill and opened the parchment. She read it and rolled her eyes, not bothering to respond.
Again, a piece of parchment was launched onto her desk, and again, she neglected to answer.
The third time this happened, however, she spun around, placed all three pieces of parchment on the desk behind her and hissed, "I've got enough parchment, thank you. I don't need yours as well."
James held in his laughter as she turned around once again. He slowly and quietly ripped another piece of parchment from his roll. He balled it up and took aim.
Just as he was about to toss it, however, he was distracted by a swift kick to the back legs of his chair. The small wad of parchment, instead of sailing neatly onto Lily's desk as planned, flew halfway across the room and lodged itself into Professor McGonagall's tight bun.
Behind him, James heard Sirius snort with laughter. James turned and gave a look meant to silence his friend. It had an adverse affect, however, and sent him into hysterics.
"Yes, Mr. Black. Is there something funny about human transformation?"
Sirius nodded his head. "Yes, Professor, actually, there is. I was just imagining someone having parchment for hair."
The professor pursed her lips and replied, "Yes well, there will be plenty of time for that tonight in detention."
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"What were you thinking?" Lily demanded as they walked out of the classroom, her angry footsteps echoing through the stone corridor. "I can't even imagine what was going through your mind to posses you to throw a piece of parchment at McGonagall!"
"As brilliant as that was," James began smugly, "it was completely unintentional. It was meant for you."
The footsteps stopped.
"You wanted to throw that into my hair?" Lily said, her ears turning pink and slowly progressing to a bright red. "You sure do know the way to a girl's heart." She shook her head and continued on her way to lunch.
"I wasn't going to throw it in your hair," James called after her. "I just wanted it to land on your desk, is all. I wanted to get your attention!"
Lily ignored his comments and continued on to lunch, fuming.
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"Can you believe," Lily said practically slamming her books down on a table in the library later that evening, "that he thinks that I'm going to go out with him after that?" She ignored the glare from the librarian and continued on. "I mean, honestly. What mature person would flick bits of parchment at people?"
Tyler, not looking up from her essay, nodded sympathetically to everything her friend said.
"I just can't believe that he would honestly think that I would consider it after that stunt he pulled today."
Tyler again nodded her head, sending her dark hair flying.
"I mean, you hear him. He said that he changed. He said that he was a 'better man'." Lily snorted. "Yeah, right."
She plunked down into the seat across from her friend and extracted her own essay from her bag.
"I mean, honetly-" Lily was cut off when Tyler slammed her book shut.
"I'm sorry that you have a guy that likes you. I am, truly. You have no idea. But I'm failing potions and it's the second week of school. Not everyone can be a teacher's pet." Tyler gathered her things and, over her shoulder on the way out called to Lily, "You understand."
Lily rolled her eyes. Yeah, I understand, all right.
She and Tyler had a touch and go relationship. They had been the best of friends until Lily began hanging out with a few girls from Ravenclaw the year before. Tyler had been jealous even though Lily assured her that nothing had changed between them.
The final straw had come when Lily, unknowingly, dated Tyler's long time crush. The relationship didn't last long though, and Lily was glad that Tyler had not gone out with him. He was nearly as pompous as James Potter, and almost as immature.
After the fight that took place when Lily found out about Tyler's secret, they had stopped speaking, only to start again a few weeks before the end of the term a few months later. Though she had all summer to get over it, Tyler was still a little sore about the subject and often took it out on Lily.
Lily couldn't blame her, but she was beginning to get frustrated with her long time friend. Enough was enough, after all.
Lily glanced up from her charms essay and was surprised to see Sirius Black sitting across the table where Tyler had been not fifteen minutes before.
"Can I help you, Sirius?" She asked politely.
"Well, that's the thing. I was hoping that you would be ever so kind as to let me copy –"
Lily sighed and shook her head. "I'm not letting you copy anything, Sirius. Why don't you go badger Remus for his work? I'm sure that he'd let you."
"Remus is sick, the notes are for him."
"Well, why didn't you just take notes for him?" Lily asked, raising her eyebrows in question.
"My notes are never good enough. He's the god of taking notes. Yours are the only notes that could ever compare."
Lily snorted. "Right, Sirius." She shook her head and reached into her bag. "Fine. But only because it's for Remus and he hasn't been well all week."
Sirius's smile brightened. "Great." He pointed his wand at the parchment containing a neat outline complete with underlined terms and important dates with little stars charmed to shimmer different colors next to them. He muttered a spell under his breath, and instead of duplicating the History of Magic notes that Lily labored over, he set fire to them.
"Sirius!" She shouted before quickly putting out the fire. It was too late, however, and all of her hard work was lost.
"Whoops. I must have been distracted." Sirius said innocently. "Well, I better go. Thanks anyway."
Lily stared at the scorched parchment before her. The edges were charred and all that was left was salvageable was a small section in the middle reading "Goblins often used a style of warfare that was considered barbaric by".
She gathered her things and left, leaving the ruined notes on the table. She marched into the Gryffindor common room and looked around for James.
He was going to be sorry once she found him. After all, who else would get Sirius to set fire to her notes?
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Hmm…let me know what you think. If you like it, I'll definitely continue it. I think I've got a pretty good idea of what way I want to take this.
