Chapter 4- Oh how the tables have turned

After Lily cleared things up with her sworn enemy, she made time in her oh so busy schedule to go to potions. As previously claimed, Remus was in fact her partner.

"Hello partner."

"You finally acknowledge our partnership?"

"You're no Remus Booklampfloor, but you'll have to do."

Remus sighed and returned his gaze to his most recent fascination; a book. It was called How To Survive Being A Werewolf With No Friends: In Forty Seven Easy Steps! (Includes One Bonus Step.)

"Are you a werewolf?"

"What no..." Remus said, somehow managing to drop the book on his foot while simultaneously banging his head into the table.

"I was just kidding." Lily said. Remus couldn't be a werewolf. He was far too posh to deal with things like uncontrollably turning into a monster, like his mother and her super cool dinner parties that he attended every month on the full moon. Surely if he were really a werewolf she would arrange her illustrious dinner parties around his transformation. Remus wouldn't miss those parties for the world.

He visibly relaxed. "You're so funny Lily."

"And drop dead gorgeous." She reminded him.

Then potions started, but for real. Professor Slughorn took to the front of the room. Lily had always thought he looked like Santa and smelled vaguely like a dusty broom cupboard, he was also a rather creepy old man, but Lily took this all in stride which put her in his good books.

"We're going to be brewing amortentia." Slughorn said loudly.

"Isn't that a sixth year potion?" Severus Snape said. Lily hadn't liked Snape ever since their fight when he called her a girl. Sure it was all in good fun, but that gave him no right to throw all of his sexist views onto her. All of the Slytherin's were like this and it made her angry that they thought no girls should be allowed to vote. They scorned Professor McGonagall on a daily basis and to her credit she only turned a Slytherin into a stool once.

"I believe so, but I forgot to teach it, silly me. Haha." Slughorn said, but Lily knew the truth. He hadn't taught this because he had happened to be completely trashed the entire year prior. Lily respected his commitment to his precious alcohol, but still, it got a bit out of hand when he began pouring dangerous potions over students heads. Professor Dumbledore had sent him to a few AA meetings in muggle London and that had clearly done the trick.

But now the sobered professor had a lot of things to teach.

Remus nominated Lily to get the ingredients and someone seconded it so there she was, in front of the potions cupboard, trying to figure out what an Ashwinder egg was.

"Here." James said, tossing an egg towards her, but he clearly had no knowledge of Lily's sporting abilities. Instead of the egg landing neatly in her hands like he had clearly intended, it instead smacked into her face with a sickening crack.

"Do you know how expensive those are?" Slughorn was fuming.

"Um...no."

"Exactly three knuts."

"That's not so much." James said. "I could give that to you from my pocket-"

"That's not the point Mr. Potter!" Slughorn shouted. "It's the principle! Both of you, detention, next Monday immediately after dinner." Then he stomped back to his desk and moodily stared at them from a distance.

James followed Lily to her table once she collected the necessary ingredients. "Sorry about getting you detention."

"It's alright." Lily noticed that Remus had wandered away, probably to read his book, maybe, she didn't know.

"So...about last night."

Lily nearly dropped the Ashwinder egg. "No, you're not supposed to remember..."

"Oh, please, Rose. I could never forget you."

"That's not my name!"

"Hmm..." He leaned closer to her. "I know your name. Lily, Lily Evans."

"So why were you..."

"Because I like it when you're flustered."

"Get away from me." She looked away, she had finally got over her silly crush and now he was acting like this. The potion was ready and she began to bottle it.

"Don't worry Lily, you'll be seeing a lot of me." James said her name as if it was something taboo and it made her shiver, he smirked when he noticed. "You can't get rid of me that easily." Then he walked back towards his table, the scent of broom polish and mint trailing behind him.

The potion smelled of him.