My Life With James

Be a house – elf must be really bad. I mean, I've never liked the way wizards treated them, but now, seeing by their point of view (see, Mom and Petunia are saying that the shiny stove that I'm cleaning is dirty. They have a problem) seems pretty worse than I thought.

I mean, my boyfriend's family has one (oh gosh, I've got to get used to this) and she's well – cared, and the elves at Hogwarts are really kind and cared too…

But I could create a movement for the rights of house – elves and…

"Done, dear. You can go now."

"Thanks, mum."

I threw the fabric I was using to clean the stove and ran to the bathroom (note: when I was leaving, Petunia picked up the fabric and started to clean the same stove, AGAIN.)

My clothes are disgusting, I need some new ones. And this sounded really like Narcissa Black. I need to stop with this, or my hair will start to get blond naturally, like Dorcas would say.

"Hi!" I yelled, throwing my arms around James' neck. He grew a little in this winter. Which are extremely good news for me, and my insignificant height.

"My mum is planning Sirius' a birthday party. She must be out of her mind."

"I thought Sirius didn't like birthday parties."

Well, let's just say that he wasn't in a good mood when we tried to make him a birthday surprise last year. I think he doesn't like to get older.

"And he doesn't. But my mum gave the idea, so he can't bark. "

I never understand the hole ''barking'' thing. Once, James said that if Peter started to chirk, he was going to kick his ass. And Sirius ''barked'' more times than normal. Forget and ignore, Lily. Forget, and, ignore. Always.

"JAMES, JAMES! COME HERE QUICK, YOU GAZELLE!"

Seriously. Sirius surprises me. Every day. When you think he has already done everything annoying and funny, he comes and does something more shocking.

We went to the back yard, where Sirius jumped around like a lamb and smiled.

"Sirius… What the…"

"Look! Look!" he yelled, pointing to the hedge.

I've never minded to look at the mansion – house's neighbors, because the house itself was so amusing that everything seemed little beside it. But apparently Sirius did.

The house was full of people carrying boxes. New people, sure. I was asking myself who was James' new neighbor, when a pink little car stopped by.

"What is this car?"

Its door opened, and a woman got out. She was really tall and blond (FAKE! Her eyebrows were brown, yep!), and obviously thought that you must not wear so much clothing.

"Merlin! Where is she from?" Sirius asked. I stared at him, not knowing if I should laugh or cry. He was pathetically in his knees, peeking by the crack of the hedge.

"For god's sake, Sirius! She's not even a real blond! She painted her hair and… the dog?"

Behind her came a real small poodle, pink. I'm suing her now. And after that I'm going to canonize Narcissa Black as a symbol of purity and chastity and simplicity.

"She's hot."

Good conclusion, Sirius. Want a balloon?

"Yeeah…"

I cleaned my throat. I think they forgot me.

"OI!"

"Oh, Lily…"

I rolled my eyes.

"I found her ordinary."

But only James was listening. Sirius started to comb his hair.

"Where are you going?"

"Introduce myself."

"Good luck." I said, crossing my arms.

James laughed, and said:

"Try to flirt with the poodle, he might like you."

"Idiot, you'll see."

But was he was going to see I didn't found out, because Mrs. Potter got out of the mansion – house and started to talk with us:

"Oh, Lily! Dear, good you got here. James told you about the party? Oh, of course he did! Come on, we got to hurry, I am soo excited!"

Sirius turned red.

"Really… You don't need to…"

"Of course I need to, Sirius! You're almost our son, and this is your seventeenth! Come with me, James, I need some help with the living room…"

Rolling eyes, James went inside with her, and I had to endure Sirius, staring at the woman.

"You know, I think she's ordinary."

"I think she's hot."

"She's not hot, she's just almost naked!"

"Doesn't matter."

"How old do you think she is?"

"Do you think she'll go to my party if I call her?"

I rolled my eyes. Seriously, this is becoming a habit.

When we entered the mansion – house with Mrs. Potter, she began:

"You see the new girl next door? I found she was moving just yesterday!"

"Do you know something about her?" Sirius asked, blinking stupidly, witch remained me of Petunia's door. It disgusted me.

"The only thing I know is that her name is Joan. Just this, Sirius."

"Do you think she would come to the party?" he asked. I gave a devilish smile when Mrs. Potter rose her eyebrows and said:

"No. Serious, dear, I think she's too old for you."

He rolled his eyes.

"Have you ever heard that love has no age?"

James gazed at him, sarcastic.

"Have you ever heard about pedophilia, Sirius?"