"Lily, what did you get for the answer to number six?" Becca questioned her friend, who had just walked up to where Becca was sitting.

"James Potter has a nice arse."

"Lily, you didn't just say… Bloody hell, what did he do this time!?"

"James Potter has a nice arse," Lily said for the second time.

"Uh… Lily, maybe you should try to say something else. Focus really hard on the answer to number six," Becca said hopefully.

Lily focused as hard as she could on the simple answer. Two slivered newts. Two slivered newts. Two slive… "James Potter has a nice arse." Lily sighed heavily. This was going nowhere.

"Ok not yet...try it again," Becca encouraged.

"James Potter has a nice arse."

Becca could tell that this time Lily was about to vomit.

"It'll wear off...eventually." Becca said, trying to comfort her friend, "You have to give it to them...it is clever." Instantly, Becca knew that was the wrong thing to say. "I'm just saying, we have to come up with something much more humiliating."

Becca and Lily tried other ways of getting Lily to stop saying those dreaded words. All of a sudden, the person that they wanted to see the least struts up to them.

"Oh no, here comes trouble…" Becca moaned.

"Lily, love, how are you today?" James Potter said in a very nauseating sweet voice.

"James Potter has a nice arse," Lily said. She instantly flinched at the words. Becca knew that she was trying to tell him to shut up or tell him he's an insufferable prick. After all, Lily wore her feelings of dislike for him on her face.

"Why Lily, dear, I didn't know you felt that way about me!" James exclaimed in a very fake tone of excitement.

SHUT UP POTTER! You know I despise you! Lily determinedly thought, but all that came out of her mouth was,"James Potter has a nice arse."

Of course, the Maraunerds laughed unforgivingly. Becca saw the look of utter disgust and anger spread across Lily's face. Her face had gone from a beautiful Irish looking complexion to a very ugly color of red, mixed with a little purple and blue.

Becca quickly interjected "What the bloody hell did you jerks do to her!? You know darn well that once this wears off, or I find the spell to remove it, she will curse you until you turn blue!"



"You mean like the color Lily just turned?" Sirius laughed, which sounded more like a bark than a laugh.

"James Potter has a nice arse!" Lily nearly shouted.

"Uh… Lily, why don't you just let ME speak from now on?" Becca suggested. "Or at least until you can say more than what you're able to say now," Becca quickly added seeing a look of disgust cross Lily's face again.

Lily then raised her wand, clearly forgetting that she was not able to form any type of words except how James Potter has a nice arse, and aimed it at the one person she was despising the most.

"You can't hex him. All you can do is say that you love him." Lily's eyes narrowed, and focused on the Maraunderd who had a laugh like a bark. Sirius Black winced slightly.

"She might not be able to, but I'm clearly able to and I'm not above hexing you," Becca said, defending her best friend, "Now move along Potter."

"Not until she says it again."

Finally, Lily had enough sense to clamp her mouth shut and said nothing. The six of them all stood in silence.

Potter finally gave up and walked away saying "You know Lilykins, you're very cute when you're mad and you know that just makes my day."

"James Potter has a nice arse!" Lily exclaimed, totally forgetting about the spell, but that had done it. Potter finished walking away from the two girls with a wide grin across his face.