CHAPTER 3/ JAMES'S GIRLFRIEND

When is the FM ?

The what ?

You know what. The thing Moony doesn't want us to write anywhere in case somebody reads it.

Ah, that.

The FM is two days away. Sometimes, Padfoot, you make me write such ridiculous things.

Well, don't you think we should pull a nice little prank before Moony is unavailable?

Why a little one?

I never need to wonder why you are my friend, Prongs. A big prank, if you prefer.

On Snape.

Of course. There was no need adding that.

Couldn't we prank someone else? Snape isn't quite the right person to prank after the Whomping Willow accident. And, when I refer to it as an accident, I'm being too fair to you, Sirius.

We're not going into that again. Please.

Alright, we won't prank Snape.

For the first time in my life, I feel listened to.

Stop it, Moony, I'm crying.

Anyway, we should prank other Slytherins.

Pity Malfoy graduated two years ago. I miss pulling pranks on him.

So do I.

Really, Moony? You surprise me. You're not usually too keen on any special target on our pranks.

Well, I do hate Malfoy.

And James and I hate Snape. It's as simple as that.

I really can't understand how on earth Evans can be friends with him. The mere idea of being friends with him is simply disgusting.

I don't think Evans is completely sane, Prongs. You should find yourself another girl.

Well, I forced myself to do so. It wasn't exactly easy.

It can't be more unpleasant that running your hand through Snape's hair, can it?

Well done, you managed to make Prongs vomit in the middle of McGonagall's speech.

He's so sensitive.

Fuck. You.

The image, I've got to admit, was rather revolting.

Anyway, what girl did you ask out, Prongs?

Fuck. You.

She sounds nice.

You're such a git.

I saw you laughing, Moony.

James isn't laughing though. You should leave him alone for a while.

Yes, his face is still slightly green.

Took me five minutes to recover, you moron. And don't ever mention Snape's hair again.

I promise you I won't. Or at least, I'll try not to. So, who's the lucky girl?

Lisa Osbourne. She's a sixth year.

Oh yeah, the substitute for the Hufflepuffs' Seeker?

Precisely.

Man, she looks hot. And I haven't even dated her yet.

Yet? Thanks.

Come on, Prongs, like it will last for over a month.

Who knows? Everyone's not like you, Sirius.

Yes, I've realized that. It's such a pity.

Sometimes, one just feels like killing you, you know that?

I know, but then I make it up by being irresistibly charming and one forgets about their murder impulses.

Don't stare at me like I'm your next date. It's unnerving.

See, Moony, you have completely forgotten that one minute ago you felt like killing me.