Disclaimer: I don't think I have ever claimed to be Joanne Kathleen Rowling. And Harry Potter belongs to the latter.
He was bored. Sirius was snoring slightly at his desk, with Professor Binns was droning on about how in the year… Lupin was apparently attentively listening to the professor, his face emotionless; it was always better not to disturb him when he was like that. It was going to be full moon that night, and he always became like that. Most of the time, at least. Pettigrew- err. He rather not.
He thought about his still-slightly-throbbing-foot and looked around the class, his deep hazel eyes glancing over everyone. Most of them were nodding off. A few were listening. And for no apparent reason that he could understand, a few actually pretended to listen. Yes, actually.
His eyes gazed over to a dark red haired girl. She was busily coping down her notes, and looking up, once in a while, thinking, listening, before looking down again, dipping her head down and before once again, feverously writing. He smirked. He knew what could relieve his boredom; some "glaring" red hair had given him a sudden inspiration.
He took out a piece of parchment and dipped his quill in ink.
The minutes ticked by, and all too soon, the class had ended. James stretched on his chair, his fingers interlocking, and let out a breath of contentment, looking at his map of sketches. It didn't really take him that long to think of it, but he was too busy sniggering evilly, lost in his own world. He still had to do a little more 'research', though, it seems.
"Padfoot!" James called, patting Sirius on the back. "I have a plan." He grinned. Prefect E., was going down. He yet again began to grin evilly, and steered Sirius towards the library. The next lesson was not going to be until another 50 minutes or so.
Lily Evans pulled on her robe and pinned on her prefect badge. This year, was her fifth year in Hogwarts, and she was elected prefect. And guess who was the first person she booked?
Potter.
He had been giving her endless trouble.
Just the other day, at the start of potions, she found that her textbook was missing. How convenient. She raised her hand and told Slughorn. He gave a disappointing look to a flustered Lily, and she took a spare one from the cupboard. She did have a passion for potions. She seethed. She couldn't believed that she had misplaced it somewhere. That kind of thing doesn't happen in this kind of situation. Lily made a mental note to herself to order a new potions textbook. It would take a toll on her pocket, but it couldn't be helped.
Then, after the lesson, outside the class, Potter handed her back her book with a smirk on his face and said, "Thanks Evans, just thought you would like to know that I borrowed it."
A smirk.
Yes, it was a SMIRK. Ugh! How she hated it. She was just itching to hex him for three days and nights. And, I mean, 'I borrowed it." He was treating her like a kid. She wasn't exactly stupid, she wanted to scream at him.
And to top it off, when she next opened her book, it was filled with meaningless scribbles and sketches. There was a stick figure and two strands of hair down coloured bright RED and an arrow pointing to it, and it spelt Eee-van. And there was horns sticking out of "her" head, and a spear-tail. Not that she would really care if that was all, but he had scribbled on top of her notes. She easily took it out. But still.
The next time when they entered class, she trod on his foot. Hard; and all so obviously purposely. Severed him right.
And this was only the second week of Hogwarts.
An unsuspecting Lily walked in to the dining hall. James and Sirius sat across from her, trying hard not to laugh, with a slightly ruffled Lupin and a slightly-amused-but-still-wimped Pettigrew sitting next to them.
Now, what was more suspicious than that? Lily glared at them, challenging them, and then started on her food. After a few good mouthfuls, she was in a good mood. Potter and Black had quickly finished their breakfast and were off somewhere and she didn't really care, so long they weren't bothering her.
That was what she thought. Now, if she had thought more carefully, she would put in question why Lupin and Pettigrew were still munching away at the hall. They always went together. Of course, that didn't cross her mind or- well…
She was about to start on her potatoes when the owl delivery came. She wasn't expecting anything, and was quite surprised when a few owls came, carrying a black box slightly larger than her head, flying down slowly, directly over her head. She wondered why so many owls were needed to carry such a box of that size. Okay- it was rather tall, but still- just as she was about to finish her thought, she saw the black box disintegrate. Literally. Starting from the bottom.
A cascade of cold water came crashing down. She spluttered.
Water dripped off her now drenched red hair, looking like a dying flame. Just that it was the total opposite. She was totally riled up.
Boy, was she mad. Just then, another owl dropped down a note, which read:
You're so hot. You're hair is bursting in to flames.
Thought you needed to cool down.
-P.R.A.N.K.S
Lily closed her eyes.
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"Potter!" A flock of birds rose from the forbidden forest.
He was going to get it. She was sure.