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In Which Alice is Right

After a horrid dinner with Vermin and his family, who I had no idea would come along, I ran back to my room in a foul mood. Vermin and his parents kept dropping snide comments about me, because Petunia, while staying in the Dursley's home, had apparently complained about me and how abnormal I was. Mr. and Mrs. Dursley started to think I was 'troubled,' and told my parents they should enroll me in St. What's-Her-Face's Academy for Incurably Criminal Girls, which was the female counterpart of St. Billy's, or something.

So when I came back to my room, I may or may not have been glad that Potter sent me his reply. At least he understood about the wizard world, and didn't think I was crazy or abnormal.

I opened the envelope and started reading his reply:

Dear Lily,

So, are you telling me that if I hadn't asked you out, you would actually be willing to be my friend?

-James

I rolled my eyes to myself just as another owl swooped into my room and dropped a letter on my lap. I recognised it as Alice's owl, Circe. Alice's reply was:

Lily,

Rome is absolutely wonderful, thanks for asking. I've learned more about Italian witches (or Roman? It's all a bit confusing) than we've had in History of Magic. Actually, we've never even learned about witches and wizards in History. Mostly just goblins.

Sweetie, admit it: you'd absolutely love spending your summer talking to James. He's really sweet, you know. He's just a bit of a prat when he's around you.

Alice

I rolled my eyes at Alice's rambling, but frowned at what she had said next. Would I? Love spending my summer exchanging letters with Potter, I mean. I guess it's better than having no contact at all with the magical world, even if it is Potter.

I scoffed. Right. Anything to do with Potter is not enjoyable at all, but since he's my only connection to the magical world at the moment, I'll take what I can. Yes. That seems perfectly logical.

I took out two slips of parchment and wrote my replies:

Alice,

Merlin, Alice! Has the unusual air of Rome addled your brains? Not once in this lifetime will I enjoy doing anything with Potter. He's an arrogant toerag, and that's that. The only reason I'll be exchanging letters with him is so I'd still have some knowledge of the magical world. It's not like I'd enjoy it, or anything.

-Lily

Potter,

HA! As if! Only mental people would befriend you, like Black. I feel quite sorry for Remus for having been misguided by you hooligans and roped into your shenanigans.

So, er, how's your summer so far? And, you're probably looking all skeptical at this letter, but I want to have at least one civil conversation with you. Just one. Then back to normal.

-Lily

I rolled my eyes at myself. My letter sounded a bit stupid. But, oh well; if Potter really is going to stick around for a bit, then I suppose he should get used to my oddities.

I sent my replies, then took a shower and changed into more comfortable clothes. By the time I got back, I saw Potter's reply on my desk. I ran over to it and read:

Dear Lily,

'Hooligans' and 'shenanigans'? Really? And, just so you know, Remus is perfectly fine with being mates with us. I think. Dammit, woman, you've made me question our friendship!

Didn't realise you're this keen on being friends with me. Nothing much has happened yet; we only just left today, after all. And yours?

-James

I scoffed, then laughed, then scowled. I laughed again at my sudden mood changes, and shook my head. I set the letter aside and climbed into bed.

As I started drifting into unconsciousness, I started thinking that maybe Alice was right. Maybe I would enjoy spending my summer talking to Potter. Just maybe.

And with that thought, I fell into a dreamless sleep.