A/N: I don't own the Harry Potter crew, fact. So, last chapter had pretty much minimal description, and here's your description 3 Please R&R if you like it, or even if you don't, I'd love to know exactly what you think :) Hope you like it
"I remember what you wore on that first day, you came into my life and I thought Hey, you know, this could be something. 'Cause everything you do and words you say, you know that it all takes my breath away, and now I'm left with nothing." - Boys Like Girls & Taylor Swift
Chapter Two: Two is Better than One
"Lily! Get your fat ass out of bed!"
Lily rolled over onto her back, pulling the covers over her head to block out the noise of her best friend's screeching voice as she whipped the curtains around Lily's four poster bed open so violently, it was a miracle that they even remained intact. Even through her duvet, she could slightly see the brightness of the rising sun that held promise to a warm day. A warm day that Lily wouldn't see if she didn't get out of bed anytime soon. A small groan left her mouth as she refused to open her eyes. She felt the duvet being tugged out from her grasp and squirmed to try to take hold of it again. But no one stood in the way of Quinn when she was on a mission; the same mission that she seemed to have to go through every morning nowadays. Lily was not a morning person, to say the least. She was such a fighter in the mornings that it took several attempts and the help of two of Lily's other friends to discard the thick duvet on the floor.
"Get up!" Quinn yelled for the second time, this time right in her ear, but Lily only tossed her arm in the general direction of the voice, attempting to bat Quinn away without opening a single firmly clamped shut eye. Without the cover on, Lily's lithe frame was marked with goosebumps running up her legs until they met her dark green girl boxers, and along the rest of her body that wasn't covered by her plain white vest that gently hugged her hips.
"No..." she mumbled softly, burying her face into the auburn hair that had, until moments ago, been pooling around her head, casting an angelic appearance. Quinn tutted, placing her hands on her hips and mumbling something to Lily that she was too far into sleep to fully understand. When she didn't hear a reply the brunette grabbed the glass of water off of Lily's bedside table and – without a second thought – tossed its contents over Lily.
Lily sat up with a gasp, covered completely in freezing cold water, green eyes glaring up at the girl stood over her, her own eyebrows raised to show how very un-sorry she was. Quinn shrugged, turning her back on Lily as she began to pat her hair in an attempt to dry out as much of it as possible before they left for breakfast. "You're a bitch, Quinn Reynalds. I do hope you realise that." Lily muttered, shaking her head from side to side after having decided that that method could have more effect. She shot daggers across the room at Quinn as she rubbed the water out of her eyes with her fists.
"You left me no choice, Lils. Besides, I would've thought that you'd want to read the replies to my amazing antics yesterday." Quinn shot back to Lily as she paced back to sit on the end of the king-sized bed next to Lily's, fully clothed in her uniform already, hair tied back into a simple ponytail. In the moment that the two girls caught each others' eyes, both sets – blue and green – shone in excitement. Of course, Lily would never admit to said joy, but Quinn could tell from the way that she darted around the room, tossing on her grey uniform, that she was bursting to read the the replies that they only hoped would arrive by owl over breakfast.
Ten minutes later, Quinn chattering loudly to the small group of friends, the four girls headed down to breakfast, Lily hastily tucking in her white shirt as they went. After all, she was still Lily Evans.
James Potter watched in awe as Sirius shook salt all over his breakfast, a dish that consisted of three slices of toast, four sausages, six poached quails' eggs, two strips of perfectly sliced bacon, and a large dollop of what seemed to be whipped cream. His mouth fell open slightly as he looked down at his own plate, upon which were two slices of toast with jam, and, beside that, a bowl of soggy cereal, milk almost to the top. But it wasn't the large amount of food piling up on Sirius' plate that shocked James, for he had seen him eat almost ten times as much in a single sitting. No, it was the inordinate amount of salt that Sirius had spent the past few minutes pouring onto his breakfast that confused him.
"Do you want some food with that salt?" He asked, a laugh bubbling out of his lips at the look on Sirius' face, as if James had just committed a crime. As usual, Sirius' floppy hair fell past his ears in dark black strands that suggested that he had just been dragged through a hedge backwards, forwards, and then sideways. The front layers of his hair flopped messily over his grey eyes that were wide in mock horror at James' question. Sirius was the kind of boy who never shaved closely, who allowed his hair to grow shaggy, yet he cared so much about his appearance that he seemed to spend hours on it just to achieve such a carefree look. Besides, it drown the girls crazy.
"You're kidding, right? Surely you know what else tastes of salt?" Sirius replied, a grin spreading across his face, and he winked playfully at James, wiggling his slightly bushy eyebrows.
"Siriuuuuuuus!" James groaned, laughing and elbowing his best – and more than a little dirty – friend in the ribs. He had to admit it, his best friend was definitely the playboy of Hogwarts. A nervous giggle came from Peter's lips. Clearly, he didn't understandthe joke, and who could blame him? It wasn't Peter's fault that he wasn't the most attractive boy around, to say the least. He was short, a mere 4'11", and his excess weight didn't do his lack of height any favours, making him into a podgy dwarf-like boy, with thin, wispy blonde hair and crooked yellow teeth. Even his fingers were chubby.
Remus was again pulling the silent act, though the dark circles under his deep brown eyes seemed to be less visible now that he'd had a decent night's sleep. It looked as though he'd been staring at the same piece of blank parchment for the past half hour, as if it was marked with invisible ink. In fact, he hadn't even touched his cornflakes.
Suddenly, Sirius coughed once, looking from James to about three metres away from where they were sat, and back again. Knowing exactly what that cough meant James' hand automatically flew to his hair, his fingers pressing firmly down on the soft brown strands in an attempt to flatten it down even just slightly. As usual, his efforts failed, and he pulled his hand back, hair more ruffled than it was before. But it wasn't a question of vanity that had caused his sudden action – he was no Sirius, that was for sure. Of course, he cared about his appearance as much as the next did, but no where close to the level that Sirius did. After all, there wasn't much point when the girl who you had your heart set on hated your guts. A heart that had just begun to beat twice as fast.
For there she was, dropping down onto the Gryffindor table mere metres from him, looking unusually joyful for this time of the day. Her curls fell delicately around her pale, heart-shaped face, the back slightly messier than usual, a fact that made James ponder the cause. In fact, if you looked closely enough, there was a general air of rush in her this morning, from the way that she sat perching on the very edge of the bench, to the way a sliver of her white shirt fell out from underneath her grey, gold and red jumper. As she reached for the huge jug of pumpkin juice, James had to resist the urge to jump up and help her, knowing that if he did so, she would hex him into tomorrow. So, instead, he stared.
"Hey, Prongs." Sirius' eyes kept darting between his friend and the small, almost fragile looking, redhead. "Prongs." He continued, repeating the nickname for James, fixing his eyes on the boy in question instead, desperately trying to pull James back into the real world, for he hated the attention not being on himself. "Prongsy!" He practically yelled in James' ear, causing him to finally pull his eyes away from Lily as though waking from a deep slumber.
"Ungh?" James replied, still clearly entranced.
"That friend of Lily's is pretty fine, if ya get me." Sirius said, tilting his head to one side and narrowing his eyes slightly in an almost sexy manner. They swam over every inch of Quinn's body; her hair, a chocolate brown colour and cut into a sea of messy waves, the top layer pulled into a high ponytail; her eyes, a bright sky of blue that sparkled as she spoke excitedly to the girls around her; her ovular face set with cute cheekbones and a slightly tanned complexion. Her Gryffindor jumper seemed to be two sizes too big, but in a way that practically oozed sex appeal, almost casting the impression of wearing a boyfriend's clothes. Of course, without the pleated skirt that had risen to mid-thigh when she had sat, she wouldn't quite have been able to pull It off.
A low whistle left Sirius' lips as he gaped at her, and all four Marauders jumped as the noise echoed through the screech of a hundred owls, their wings beating in the giant ceiling of the Great Hall as they searched for the recipient of the letters that they carried. A light brown tawny skidded down in front of Peter, causing James to pull his bowl out of the way at the last second to avoid spilt milk. Peter swiftly paid the owl and untied the rolled up Daily Prophet that was attached to its leg, unrolling it and getting lost behind it within seconds.
Further down the table, a chorus of squeals caught James' attention. A snowy owl landed gracefully in front of Lily Evans, excited looks being thrown across her friends, one of the girls clapping in what must be anticipation, all except for the girl that Sirius had pointed out. The girl – whose name James had forgotten, or had perhaps never learnt – was munching on her toast, waving her hand as if to disperse the loud noise. And there, in the middle of it all, was a sight that none of the Marauders had ever before seen. Lily Evans was blushing. As she cast 'shushing' movements around the group, her cheeks began to burn the exact colour of her hair. She stuffed the letter in her bag, allowing her hair to fall in front of her face to hide the smile on her face.
"Oi, Evans! Got yourself a love letter?" James yelled across at her, gaining her attention for the first time in what felt like an eternity. He laughed, blowing kisses in her direction as she grew an even darker shade of red. Anything to get her to notice him. Surely being hated was better than being not known at all?
"Piss off, Potter." She called back, her sweet voice radiating down the table.
James grinned. It was definitely better.