I'm listening to Thunder by Boys Like Girls and it makes me think of the Marauders, Lily and Leila :)

Random comments aside, thanks much for the reviews. I've been busy as a bee today with this fic, and I'm loving it (ba da ba ba ba, I'm lovin' it)

Disclaimer: Dannngg, I wish I owned Sirius Black. But I don't. Or any of them. Capice? Capice.


She's A Mystery, She's Too Much For Me

James joined his friends at lunch after Charms and grabbed everything in sight.

"Food! Glorious, wonderful food!"

Leila frowned.

"Don't you lose all common courtesy, too, like the human Hungarian Horntail here," she said, poking Sirius with her fork.

Sirius's head shot up from his plate with what looked like 3 drumsticks and a cob of corn sticking out of his mouth.

"DON'T say anything," Leila said quickly. "We don't need it to rain crap, thanks.

Sirius glared at her, but returned to the mountain of food on his plate. Peter looked up from the noted he was studying.

"Feeling any better, James?" He asked anxiously.

"Not much, Wormtail."

"Why not just try another girl?"

At this, Sirius surfaced once more and opened his food-stuffed mouth to speak, but Leila whacked him over the head with her Charms book and he returned to his meal, rubbing his head indignantly.

"I think what Sirius was planning on saying, had he been audible through a mouthful of enough food to feed a 3rd world country for a year, is that James seems to be incapable of noticing any girl but Lily," Remus clarified, taking a sip from his pumpkin juice.

"I don't get it. Why doesn't she like me?"

"Because you're a conceited, selfish, immature, irresponsible, forward, rude prat that needs to have his bulbous head deflated," Leila said brightly. When James glared at her, she simply shrugged.

"Hey, us girls talk about this stuff."

"I don't get girls," Peter grumbled.

Sirius raised his goblet.

"I'll toast to that!" He said, showering an irate Leila with chewed-up bits of Merlin-knows-what. The boys clinked glasses.

"To not understanding women!" Sirius cheered.

"Here, here!" The boys chorused, drinking deeply.

James downed his pumpkin juice, his eyes lingering on emerald-eyed Gryffindor that sat a few seats down from him. He couldn't help but ponder just how much longer Evans would be a mystery to him.


Haha, this chapter amde me think of my clueless guys friends. Two more chappies left to put up, but reviews decide on when they come. Comments, constructive criticism and suggestions would be nice, guys :)

Til next chapter, then!