The Forgotten Tale of Lily and James
Disclaimer: None of this is mine.
Ch3 – Unless They're Shared With Everyone
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"You scared the shit out of me Sirius Black." Eloise said glaring at the tall boy in front of her. She was expecting some slimy Slytherin.
"You know, I actually like that color."
"How did you know it was me?"
"Well I figured not many girls in this school have purple hair," He said as though it was common sense. "Those girls are obsessed with making their hair blend in. You are more concerned with making yours stand out."
"Thank you. I think."
"You know how many girls would kill to hear me say that to them?" Sirius raised his eyebrows.
"Jesus Christ! Cocky much?" She wasn't really all that surprised. It was Sirius after all.
"It's just a fact, Eloise." He smirked at her.
"You are such a--" Eloise was putting it together. "Who told you my name?!"
"No one! I guessed!"
"Chanel told you! I'm going to murder her!"
"Relax, relax. I won't take the mickey out of ya! Eloise is a proper name." He examined his cuticles. "So have you heard the news about our dear Remus?"
Eloise grumbled at first, she was still going to murder Chanel of course. "Oh, is he sick again? Poor boy. He always seems to be sick. Does he have an immunio defishiency or whatever the hell those muggles call it?"
"Er, no." Sirius said quickly. He didn't want her to get any new ideas or theories. "Remus asked out Mackenzie Lewis last slot."
"No fucking way!" She shouted, then lowering her voice, for she didn't want Professor Rhys to come out and find her dawdling and then slap a detention on her for foul language. "He asked her out? Good for him then. I never would've thought he had the courage!"
"He was hesitant about it until James and I talked him into it. He said he sort of liked her. So we told him 'what do you have to lose?' and the whole 'the worst that can happen is she'll say no' bullshit. I mean obviously she would've said yes. He's a Marauder for Christ's sake! Girls adore us. It's good he's with her now. It's not like he was getting anywhere with-" He realized what he was saying just in time. He didn't want Ellie, I mean Eloise, to ask a billion questions he didn't want to answer. "Wait, where are you supposed to be?"
"I have Defense, with Rhys. I'm on a 'bathroom break'. Why aren't you in class actually?" Eloise felt like he was hiding things from her all the time. His friends' nicknames, his nickname. He wouldn't tell her why they had them. Remus' unexplainable sicknesses that she wasn't allowed to know the cause of. Maybe she could help. If she couldn't at least she could be there with him. Remus was her friend too.
"I had study hall last. With James and Remus." He said as if that would answer her question.
"But why are you over half an hour late?" Eloise rolled her eyes. He was trying to get out of telling her the reason. He knew she knew what he was trying to do. And she knew that he knew.
"I'm just going to tell Rhys I fell asleep. Take the detention and all is well. She'll understand."
Eloise laughed at him attempting to avoid the subject. She chuckled to herself as she said, "And the reason you were late, dumbfuck?"
"I was snogging Liv Tylers, okay? Happy?" She could push his buttons the right way.
"As a clam. I can't believe it! You made out with Olivia Tylers! She's a fifth year!" That shocked Eloise. Sirius and James never went below the year below their year. Two years was too big of a difference to them.
"Made out? Who says that?"
"Oh, Chanel says that a lot. It's an American thing I suppose." Chanel was rubbing off on her with her American words and things.
"Uh-huh," He walked up to the door and opened it. "After you, my dear?"
Eloise rolled her eyes again, she couldn't wait to take the mickey out of him later. "Anything to please you, of course."
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Chanel woke up from staring into space when a note landed on her desk. She slowly opened it, carefully, so Professor Rhys wouldn't notice her. It was from Eloise, girl of twenty minute bathroom breaks. It read;
Summer a decks two cam neck z well. si!
Chanel sat confused for a minute. Then she realized. It was Ellie's 'note code'. She used weird words in order to discreetly get a point across. Backwards, and with out the meaningless punctuation, her note read;
remmus a skced owt mac kcen z llew is
After staring at the note for a while she figured out what it said.
remmus ascked owt mackcenz llewis
Remus asked out Mackenzie Lewis? She hadn't expected that one. She seemed nice enough, but Remus didn't even like Mackenzie. Did he? Not that Mackenzie wasn't pretty, of course. She was. She had long brown hair, with natural highlights during the summer months, it was cut straight at the bottom, and it had natural volume. Chanel was jealous of that. Her hair was flat and icky. And Corrine had done a mediocre job on dying the underneath of her hair black. Mackenzie was old fashioned where as Chanel's clothing and style influences changed with the times. Mack's clothes were cute, safe, and moderately sophisticated while Chanel's were bold, loud, and risky. Chanel loved skirts, Corrine bought her a miniskirt for her birthday. Her mother flipped a shit. But it was worth it. She plans on wearing it to Hogsmeade. Maybe it'll catch a different boy's attention, now that she couldn't have Remus. She had her eye on that hot Ravenclaw. What was his name again? Something Donnell? Brendan? No, no. The other Quidditch player. Scott! Scott O'Donnell, that's it. She had to start looking hotter if she wanted to catch that boy's attention.
The bell rang.
She would start right now. She stood up and gathered her books together. Then she rolled up her skirt. Once, twice, three times. The skirt was mid thigh now. Four, five, six. It looked like her miniskirt. Satisfied, she walked out of the classroom. Things were looking up for Chanel Williams.
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Chanel knew she knew. Eloise tried to catch up with her in the hallway. Probably to scream at her. Why'd you tell Sirius? She would say. She ran to Study Hall and quickly sat in front of the Professor so Eloise wouldn't harm her ear drums. Unfortunately, she wasn't as lucky as she'd hoped. Severus Snape sat next to her and she almost tossed her cookies. As she was attempting not to gag, an enchanted paper airplane flew into her forehead, and it damn near almost poked her eye out too! She opened it. It read;
Uoy! Lot dRIS suiym man E? Saw eSiolE! LL'i BORP ylba RED RUM uoY!!!
Not the damn note code! Actually this one was pretty simple.
You! Tol dSIR iusmy nam E? Was EloiSe! i'LL PROB ably DER MUR You!!!
What was dermer supposed to mean? Oh! Murder! Redrum murder, murder redrum. However could she be so daft? It really baffled Chanel why she couldn't just write in proper English.
You told Siruis my name was Eloise! I'll probably murder you!!!
Snape was reading over her shoulder. Now she understood.
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The Gryffindor Common Room was home to many things. There are the good things, such as studying, doing homework, and chatting with friends. And there are the frowned upon, such as plotting against others, snogging, and insane parties. Tonight there was plotting going on. Just a harmless prank. Which was directed at the one and only, Hufflepuff Prefect, Brett Simon. The Marauders had no idea why Remus suggested him. They just wanted to play a prank. When they asked Remus, why Brett Simon? He simply said, 'I thought it would be fun.' And with that the planning had begun. Meanwhile, Remus was perturbed that Brett Simon was trying to look up Chanel Williams' skirt in the library yesterday.
"I think we should make him think he's a chicken and-"
"Put feathers in his bed," Sirius finished for him and rolled his eyes. "Peter, you idiot, we did that to Jonathan Kelly just about three years ago. We were young and so naïve, we can come up with something better than that!"
"Oh. I thought it sounded familiar." Peter said meekly.
"Ugh!" Sirius groaned loudly. A little too loudly he realized a moment later. People were looking his way. Shit! They weren't unnoticed anymore. Sirius passed on secretively that they were now being watched. They huddled closer together and whispered.
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It was a known fact that when the Marauders were huddled together and whispering that they were planning a prank. Ever since first year, Sirius and James would plan pranks against other people. It wasn't until the end of first year that Remus joined them in pranking, they had corrupted him by then. In first year, Remus barely talked to anyone, he was always reading books, and being the perfect student. Lily was amazed that it took so little to corrupt him, even though the poor boy desperately wanted friends. Only a short time before they became known as the Marauders, Lily had once told them to 'stop marauding around like children'. James seemed to like the word maraud. Peter joined their group in the middle of second year. The boys only tricked him into letting them try out a new spell on him, and he just stuck to them after that. They didn't seem to mind now, since they were all still together five years later, pranking just like they had in second year.
Anyway, the girls were getting along famously now that Eloise had forgiven Chanel for blabbing about her name. But they were still going at it as Lily pondered, "I wonder who they're pranking this time."
"Oi, I hope it's not me again," Eloise replied. "Last time Peter charmed my hair neon pink. Remember that?"
Chanel snorted. "You charmed your own hair neon pink. Not Peter. You dolt."
"Shh, the poor boy couldn't get the bloody charm right, so I just, well, helped him out."
Lily laughed. "Didn't you leave it that way for a week?"
"That's how long Sirius told her it lasted, don't you remember? She pretended to be miffed so they didn't 'catch on'." Chanel cut in.
"Oh yes, I do actually. Oh Eloise, I'm not sure if that's being nice or mean!"
"You said the same thing four years ago when it happened." Eloise replied. Chanel rolled her eyes. Lily was indeed the same.
"Oh, well, I can't help it! Shut up!" Lily said, laughing. "I wonder who they're pranking."
"I hope its Ryan Emms, he was harassing me yesterday." Eloise complained. "Stupid prick. I hate him!"
"They're planning on pranking Brett Simon, you idiot." Chanel said, as though she should know already.
"And how would you know Miss-I-Know-Everything-And-Then-Some?" Lily questioned.
"Because I was in the library yesterday and Remus was sitting close by and Brett was sitting a table away, facing me of course. And the whole time he was looking up my skirt. And I know Remus saw, because he was giving me a questioning glance the whole time. He didn't even get his book open he was so baffled that I was letting Brett ogle me." Chanel said with a smirk.
"Maybe it has something to do with your trendy new skirt length." Lily was amazed that no teacher had called her out on the shortest skirt in the history of being.
"Cute, right?" Chanel laughed.
"I thought Remus was going with Mackenzie Lewis?" Lily asked.
"You would be correct Miss Lily." Eloise answered. "I heard that from a direct source, Sirius Black told me."
"I guess he still has time for me!" Chanel said in a seductive voice, and then laughed. "He looks out for me, that's all. Even though I don't need it. I mean even though he's a sleaze, Brett Simon is attractive." Chanel's voice floated out into the distance.
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Eloise was now freaking awake. There were those random nights where any slight noise would wake her up and she couldn't get back to sleep until who knows when. Other nights she slept like a log, her sleeping pattern was unpredictable. This night there was something amusing in store for her. She heard the floorboard creak again.
"Chanel?" She thought she briefly heard some mumbling and she swore she heard the shadow mutter, "Fuck" a couple of times.
"Yes, Eloise, it's me. What do you want?"
She muttered a charm and the room was filled with a soft glow of light. "Where the bloody hell are you going? Its one o'clock in the morning. We have classes tomorrow."
"You sound like Lily now, jeez. I'm not going anywhere, just the bathroom."
Eloise was not convinced. "Then why are you wearing your school clothes and your cloak?"
"Fine, fine. I'm going for a walk." Chanel gave in.
"With who?" Eloise snorted when Chanel looked shocked. "I'm not fucking mental, tell me who, or, I'm telling Lily!"
"Alright, alright! I'm meeting Scott. Now shut up!"
"Scott Gleeson? Isn't he a fifth year? Wow, Chanel."
"No, you prick. Scott O'Donnell. Scott Gleeson? Ew."
"Scott O'Donnell? Who is that?" Eloise was totally confused.
"The Ravenclaw Quidditch captain? The Seeker?"
"Oh I thought his name was Brendan."
Now Chanel rolled her eyes. "You're thinking of Brendan Donnelly, he's the Keeper. Dolt."
"Whatever, Chanel. They both play Quidditch, they basically have the same last name, and they are both attractive so I'm deeply sorry if I get them confused again."
"Jerk!" Chanel stuck out her tongue and then started walking backwards towards the dorm room door. She briefly heard Eloise yell something along the lines of 'how mature' but she didn't stay to chat any longer. She had a boy to see.
Now that Eloise was so rudely awakened she couldn't go back to sleep.
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Lily had dozed off again. She couldn't stay awake for her stupid History of Magic homework and resorted to having an incredible dream. She couldn't remember exactly what it was about but she remembered that it made her feel good, that she wanted something. Why couldn't she put her finger on it? She felt warm and sleepy as she stirred. Which was odd, since she remembered it being cold, freezing cold actually. That's why she stayed awake as long as she did, because her toes were cold and she was trying so hard to concentrate on her textbook that she didn't want to get up. Her eyes were still closed and she sighed heavily. She had to get up now. And make the obnoxious ten yards to her Head Girl room. But now the couch felt mysteriously comfortable and she didn't want to get up to get in her bed. But if she slept on the couch, her neck might get stiff the next day. She opened her eyes, unenthusiastically sat up, and muttered a charm so her wand could act as a flashlight. She looked around and couldn't contain her confusion. Lily was shocked. She was in her room, nicely tucked into her bed.
I refer to Eloise as Eloise, except for the random occasion. I'm still talking about Eloise whether I call her Eloise or Ellie, or perhaps even Elle. Oh yes, and review! I suppose that's it.
