Fair Weather Insanity

GryffindorGals

A/N: Please do not ask us what this title means. We don't know. One day we randomly wanted to write a story and asked Alana's 10-year-old brother for three letters. He said 'FWI.' Then we made up three words that start with those letters so we a more interesting title than we usually do.

If you haven't read any of our previous stories, and do not know, Emily Potter is our OC. She's James's cousin and Lily's best friend. Also based off our real best friend.

Disclaimer: What would you think if I sang out of tune, would you stand up and walk out on me? Yes, we are Beatles fans. No, we do not own Harry Potter.

Summary: It all began with a fall. A fall aided by my clumsiness, high heels and James Potter. Stupid clumsiness. Stupid black, three-inch tall high heels. Stupid James Potter.

It all began at the award ceremony. The Minister of Magic, former Headmaster Dippet, was presenting an award to Dumbledore. Sixth and seventh years were invited to the formal ceremony, and it was mandatory for all Prefects. Me, being a Prefect, had to help set up. The little before party had just started and Remus, my fellow sixth year Gryffindor Prefect, had instructed me to carry an enormous punch bowl filled with red punch into the Great Hall. So I grabbed the pool sized bowl and began to bring it towards the staff table, when the Great Hall doors swung open and in walked Sirius Black and Emily and James Potter.

I turned my head when James's voice called my name and found myself tripping over my high heels, then myself and the punch tumbling to the ground. This wouldn't have been so bad, except when I opened my eyes, expecting to be the only one covered in punch, I saw that it had also conveniently landed all over the Minister of Magic. The whole chatty Great Hall went silent. Ex-Professor Dippet was gaping at me. Sirius Black was the first one to speak.

"Nice one Evans, real smooth…" He shouted through the silence.

Then the whispering broke out like a hushed wave over the Great Hall, starting at the doors where Sirius, Emily and James stood.

I looked up at the Minister again, he still seemed shocked and his face was becoming paler by the minute. I just sat there. Too shocked to move, too embarrassed to function.

I knew Emily wouldn't come to my rescue, either. She would rather save her own ass than save mine. Sirius, well, let's not even go there. My last hope was either Remus or… Potter.

As if he had read my mind, Potter ran to my rescue. I turned around to see him sprinting towards me. I cast him a questioning look. He just shook his head.

By this point, the Minister was conjuring up a towel to dry himself with, thankfully not looking in my direction. Potter helped me up, and escorted me out the Great Hall doors, shutting them tightly behind us.

We then proceeded to stare at each other awkwardly. After a few moments he broke our silence.

"So… You should probably go get cleaned up…"

I blushed. "Yeah…"

I began to walk up the stairs.

"And James?" I turned back around to face him.

He turned towards me. "Lily?"

"Thanks,"

He smiled, "No problem."

I smiled back.

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The next day I found myself in an interesting situation involving a broom closet and none other than my savior, James Potter.

There goes my O in potions.

A/N:

Yeah, Hannah wanted to say, "Then he flung me onto his valiant steed, and we rode off into the sunset." But I (Alana) wouldn't let her.

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