Summary: A humor piece. Oneshot. Marauder era; LilyJames.
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Author's Note: My little break from He-Who-Must-Not-Be-James-ed. I wanted to do something like this for a while. Here it is! Enjoy.
I just failed my Transfiguration exam. Not 'fail' as in smart kid fail. No, I did not get more than 4/5 of this examination correct.
Want to know what I got?
Go on, guess.
Guess.
You've got nothing? All right, fine. I'll tell you.
In Transfiguration, I got a goose egg on my assessment. A zero. A nothing.
I am a dunce at Transfiguration. A bloody dunce. I am such a dunce, I thought that dunces were sometimes made to wear those dunce caps to cure them of their dunce-ness.
Yep. Dunce, right here. I'll sign autographs. No flash photography, please.
And, again, I am not one of those intelligent children who moan and groan because they were just one off of a perfect.
No. As I said, I am hopeless at Transfiguration.
Am I one of those annoying-as-hell smart people in every other subject?
Yes. I'll admit it. Yes, I am.
But in Transfiguration…let's just say that I make Pettigrew seem smart.
Whoa. Dissed myself and Pettigrew in one sentence. That was pretty amazing.
Anyhoo, I have to hide now because I can't let anybody see me. The cruel whispers will start again.
"Did you HEAR about her?" (Yes, that is really how they say it! With the capitalization on the hear and the italicization on the her as they point towards me!)
"No."
"Oh, let me tell you! Well, I heard that in Transfiguration, she, during the test, transfigured a hedgehog into a bear! With quills!"
Cue laughter.
Yeah, you heard that fake conversation right.
I transfigured a hedgehog into a bear.
With quills.
Almost everybody else had pincushions.
Not me. I had a bear.
With quills.
I think…I think I can stand to go to dinner, though. I'm much too hungry. I don't mind a couple of whispers.
You know, I missed breakfast and lunch today. So I should treat myself to wild rice.
What the hell? Screw gossip.
Wild rice, here I come.
0o0o0o0o0o0o0o
Ooh. The wild rice has peppers in it.
Colored peppers. Not just the boring old green ones.
Yum.
Now…just to reach for the spoon and scoop!
Oh, no.
Clumsy me! My plate just fell on James Potter! "I'm so sorry!" I can afford to be sincere, right? I mean, it was my fault that he's now covered in wild rice. With peppers. Not to mention that one sauce the house elves make to go with it.
"It's all right." He says. "Sirius, I'll be right back. I'll find another plate for Lily here."
"Oh, you needn't bother. I'll just ask the house elves—"
"Don't worry. I couldn't bear to see you go alone, without an escort. I'm aware you skipped breakfast and lunch. You must be bear-y hungry. You can take my plate and I'll go and get one for myself."
"James BLOODY Potter! How DARE you make fun of me like that? You cruel, arrogant, beast!"
"I'm sorry, Lily, but I really couldn't help myself. You have to admit it was funny. A bear. With quills."
He looks about ready to erupt into laughter. I glower. "It MAY have been amusing for you, but I most assuredly do not find it one bit funny."
I turn on my heel and walk out. Back to the 'ol room. Yes, the very same room I've been spending the last two days of my existence. You don't have to rub it in.
And I still didn't get any Spanish wild rice.
With peppers.
Or any dinner, as a matter of fact.
I haven't had any food today!
Except, of course, for that Belgian waffle Alice brought up for me a substitute for breakfast. And that sandwich, soup, and salad she brought me for lunch.
Other than those, I haven't had ANY FOOD today!
I'll starve!
Ooh! A knock at the door. Could it be Alice?
Visions of Spanish wild rice dance in my head.
"Enter!" I manage to say in the midst of drooling over the wild rice. That, admittedly, isn't even there for me to drool over.
The door opens.
"Look, Lily. I'm bear-y—" he cuts himself off. "VERY sorry about what happened. Accept my apology?"
"Throw in some of that Spanish wild rice with peppers that I missed at dinner and it's a deal." I swear, I can smell the stuff. It's making me woozy.
He whips out a bowl of said rice. "There you go."
I need a spoon! "James—I mean…haha…Potter, I need a spoon!"
"Kiss me and I'll give you one." He bargains.
"What about I eat and then I kiss you?" I counter.
"With Spanish wild rice breath?" He raises an eyebrow.
I've been defeated. And I thought I could get out of that nasty part of the bargain, too.
Hmm…my honor, my stomach. My…pride, Spanish wild rice.
It's rather obvious what wins, isn't it?
"Spoon, please?"
He hands it over. "It's only fair. You did keep your side of the bargain, after all." He grins wickedly. "You're a bear-y good kisser. Come with me to Hogsmeade tomorrow?"
Me? HE'S the very good kisser! Such a good kisser that I'll ignore the pun!
"Um…"
"I'll take you to that one place with the biryani. You know, the Indian version of Spanish wild rice?"
How can I resist? "Sure. Sounds egg-celent."
He blanches. "Um…great!" he stammers, running out of the room.
Did I mention that James Potter was one of the few that failed the Transfiguration exam, too?
Yep, he turned his hedgehog into an egg.
With quills.
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