A/n: Got a bit of a block with Isn't Language… so have decided to write this. Hopefully it won't be crap, but again, I have no plan for this story. I do not know what will happen, where, how, why or when. I do not even know if it will last more than one chapter! I am completely in the dark as usual. Enjoy!

Chapter one

Sub heading: The Girls

Five girls sat in the best arm chairs beside the common room fire. All of them deep in their homework. All except one, who had already finished.

"I hate him." she said, looking over at the boy she could easily strangle.

"Yes dear." the second girl said, a slight note of exasperation in her voice.

"I hate him."

"We know." the third girl intoned, sounding rather bored.

"I really hate him!"

"So you said." exclaimed the fourth, sounding slightly more angry than the others, but still calm enough.

"I REALLY HATE HIM!"

"WE KNOW ALREADY!" the second shouted, abandoning her home work.

Lily Evans was taken by surprise. This had never happened in previous rants about him, why the sudden change?

"Mel, there is no need to shout. I can hear you know."

Mel sighed, "Yes, but we don't seem to get through to you any other way. So I thought I'd try it." she turned to the others "What do you know? It worked!"

"Did not." Lily said, stubbornly.

Mel sighed and continued with her homework. She was the smartest of the lot, after Lily. This piece of work did not need to be in for another two weeks, however, she had almost finished it!

The girl that had spoken third sat in her armchair, desperately trying to finish her own homework. "Liiiiiilyyyyyy!" she whined "Heeeelp meeeeeeeeee!"

"Firstly, Steph, my name has two syllables, not twenty three. Secondly, you've had two weeks to finish that essay for McGonagall, yet here you are, leaving it to the last minute, again!"

"I can't help it!" Steph said, still whining. "I'm just a procrastinator."

"That's apparent." the last girl had, finally, spoken. She was the quietest of the lot; she only spoke where she knew her words would achieve their full impact. Steph glared at her friend.

"Pan, you do not have to be so mean. Anyway, you're not much better." she indicated the parchment in front of Pandora, the same homework she, herself, was doing.

"I have an excuse. Quidditch." Pan turned back to her work, nearly finished.

"McGonagall won't accept that…" Steph snorted.

"She's the one who arranged all the extra practices. So, actually, she will. Besides, I'm nearly done."

Steph glared again, then turned back to her work, muttering something that sounded remarkably like "Bitches!"

"You say that like it's a bad thing!" Mel said, her tone one of mock hurt.

"Oh, yeah, I forgot. You lot are The Bitches!"

"How right you are." Lily had rejoined the conversation.

"Finished!" Mel and Pan said, in perfect unison. For a millisecond they stared at each other.

"We spend way too much time together." Mel said.

"Yeah. Ah well, what can you do?" Pan answered, stuffing her work into her bag.

Lily, Mellika, Stephanie and Pandora were in their sixth year at Hogwarts. Mellika, the older of the four, had sleek, shiny, dark brown hair, that fell to her middle back in long ringlets. She had tanned skin and olive eyes that showed off her Italian ancestry. She was 5'7" tall with a perfect hourglass figure, and she always wore clothes that best showed it off. Stephanie, the second oldest, was quite short, only 5'4". Her hair was layered with each layer cut to about 1 ½ inches long. It was dyed black, with blocks of red, purple, blue and blonde in it, the natural colour was a light-ish brown. It was wiry to the touch, so it formed natural spikes. She had brown eyes, with no miraculous shape to them, but looked constantly cheerful. Pandora, the next, was slightly shorter than Mel, 5'6¼", with long, straight black hair, that reached below her waistline so she could easily sit on it. Her skin was pale and her figure willowy. Her eyes were large, grey and piercing. They were those sorts of eyes that captivated you, that refused to let you turn away, even if you wanted to. Lily was the youngest and shortest, 5'2", of the four. She did not have the hourglass figure, nor was she willowy. However, she had curves in all the right places (a/n and before you ask, I am completely straight, I just didn't know how else to say it!) with just-below-shoulder length flaming red hair. Her eyes were a startling emerald green, and her skin was pale, but not white, as Pan's was.

Steph and Lily were both muggle-born, so they constantly had to ask what on earth that was, when it came to objects of the wizarding world. However, they still had to educate the other two about muggle things or "none magic tripe" as Mel called it. Neither Mel nor Pan had mastered a telephone, or got it into their head that Lily's poster of Madness would not move, however much you poked it.

Sub heading: The Guys

Four lads sat at a table, the farthest away from the fire.

"She's staring at me again!" said one of them, as he sat back in his chair.

"Out of hate." said the second, his chair on two legs, the back resting on the wall behind him.

"Out of love, not hate." said the first again.

"No, that's really hate." said a third boy, looking over at the girl in question

"What would you know?" the first snapped.

"A darn sight more than you, obviously." the fourth intoned, not even looking up from the parchment he was scribbling on.

"Shut up! Mean…" James said, his face had fallen at Remus' words. "She could like me."

"I highly doubt that Prongsie." Sirius, the second, said to James, as he twirled his quill in between his fingers.

"Padfoot, not you too! Do none of you believe me?"

"No."

"Nope."

"Nu-uh."

"Thanks guys, really encouraging." James slumped in his chair.

"What do you expect? A hug?" Peter said. "We're Marauders, we're not meant to be nice."

"Not even to one of your own, Wormtail?"

"Hell no!"

"Moony, you believe me, don't you?" James pleaded.

"Sorry mate, gotta go with Pete on this occasion." Remus said, finally packing his notes up.

"I hate you all."

"You're welcome." the three boys said.

Sirius, the oldest, known to his friends as Padfoot, was around 6 foot; he refused to measure his exact height as he believed strongly in remaining an unknown quantity, in all ways. He had long-ish black hair that fell gracefully into his eyes, in a way that made many of the girls sigh. His eyes were such a dark brown that looked black in almost any light. He had the look of a friendly puppy, that made him appealing to most of the girls, yet again, and some of the female teachers too. James, the second oldest, known as Prongs (or Prongsie to Sirius!) stood a full 6 feet, though if you asked him he'd say 6'3". He had black hair that was constantly messy, however much it was brushed. He had brown eyes that spent most of their time hidden behind a pair of large round glasses that on anyone else would look incredibly geeky. Remus, the next, known as Moony, was shorter than the other two, though not by much. He stood at 5'11" and proud of it. His hair was a mid-brown colour that suited him well. His eyes were hazel and tired looking, as if he didn't sleep most of the night. Peter, the youngest, known as Wormtail, stood at a very modest 5'1¼". At this height he was shorter than all the girls of his age. His eyes were blue and watery, and his hair was a mousey brown colour, that seemed to match both his height and eyes.

A/n: So? What do you think? Just review, even if you didn't like it, constructive criticism is better than naught. (I found a few mistakes, so I have corrected them.)