A/N: I am so sorry, 'Call Me Crazy' fans, that I haven't updated this in ages. A lot of things got in the way, but now I am ready to say that I fixed the plot and I'm going to finish this thing!

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Chapter Four

Remus's POV

Ever since James asked Lily out, things became sort of a blur – a surreal blur, I might add. Despite the fact that we were only a couple more days away from the Christmas Ball, Lily didn't seem to be panicking like she always was. On the contrary, she was like this little Christmas angel that got what she wanted for Christmas.

"Potter, what did you do?" I questioned harshly, shoving my roommate against the wall of the dormitory.

"What in the world are you talking about?" replied James in surprise, looking back at me with a hint of confusion on his face. It must've been such a sight to see anyway; my hair was all ruffled, my tie was messily undone and my sleeves were haggardly rolled up to my elbows.

"What am I talking about?" I shoved him higher. "What did you do to Lily Evans?"

"Is this a trick question?" asked James uneasily. "Because I really just took her out on a date. Is there something wrong?"

"Wrong?" I let him go and started pacing around the room. "We're a couple of days from the Christmas ball, yeah? Five days to be exact. Five days. And when Charlie and I ask her what to do, she just says, quite calmly I might add, 'It will all work out just fine, trust me.' Trust her? She's not even pulling a single hair out!"

"I think you should trust her on that one," he pointed out, straightening his shirt out and crossing his arms over his chest. "Lily Evans always has a plan."

"But she's usually so… freaked out about it!" I yelped. "Not seeing her freak out freaks me out!"

"Well, maybe you shouldn't freak out then." James patted my back and headed for the bathroom. "You're starting to look really bad, Remy, and it's not good for your image."

I let out a growl, and my best friend simply let out a laugh as he entered the bathroom.

"Now, I've pretty much covered everything else," said Lily, pointing out her plans flawlessly on a piece of animated parchment during the Prefect's meeting. "I fixed the decorations and got the Ravenclaws to do that – they're bloody excellent with Charms, I must say – while the Hufflepuffs are in charge of the refreshments. Slytherin mans security, and Gryffindor is in charge of entertainment."

The rest of us stared at her in shock. Normal Lily would usually have her hair up in a messy bun, yelling at all of us to just get things done and things would eventually fall into place. Now, she looked calm and pretty satisfied with herself actually. Her hair was tied up in a neat ponytail, her hand gracefully moved over the animated illustration of the Great Hall as she discussed the more minute details, and everything seemed to be just peachy.

"Lily, are you… alright?" Charlie asked awkwardly, once Lily finally closed her mouth and caught her breath.

"Why yes, I'm fine," Lily replied, a bit startled. "But we really must get to work to have everything in ship-shape. James is already handling most of the other preparations for the Christmas feast, so—"

"Wait a minute," Snape, the disgusting little sod who happened to be one of the Slytherin prefects, looked at Lily snidely, "you're saying that Potter is actually doing work this time?"

"He volunteered to do it," Lily was almost as red as her hair now, "and I think that he just might be able to get the job done perfectly."

That pretty much explained everything, and Charlie and I shared an amused look. It was no wonder Lily's been an angel – her knight in shining armor finally stepped up.

After Lily adjourned the meeting, she pulled Charlie and me aside. "I expect you both to exceed my expectations," she said briskly, handing Charlie and me each a roll of parchment. "Have these done in three days, yes?"

With that, she walked away, her robes billowing gracefully behind her. "Thankfully, not everything about her has changed," muttered Charlie, and I murmured my agreement. She opened the parchment and scanned it slightly, her brow furrowing lightly. "Well, we just have to provide carols throughout the night. We also have to fix this whole Secret Santa thing per year. Everyone already pretty much has one. We just have to remind them about their presents."

I nodded in assent, glancing at Charlie as she spoke. Charlie was actually quite attractive, not that anybody seemed to notice it though. She had a pretty good personality as well; I wonder why I never really noticed it before.

That's cause you were probably focusing on someone else.

I scoffed inwardly. Yeah, like who?

When the voice in my head didn't respond, I managed to catch one of Charlie's other comments. "I can get the Wild Warlocks for the latter part of the ball," she noted, smiling at me in amusement when my mouth opened wide.

"No way, how?"

"My sister's boyfriend's actually one of the band members." Charlie shrugged. "It's not really that big of a deal, I can just ask for a small favor."

"That'd be great!" I grinned at her, and she managed a grin back. She linked arms with me as we walked out of the meeting room, heading towards the Great Hall for lunch. "Do you think James has done a good job on this one?"

"Oh, yes. I definitely do not miss the screaming." Charlie chuckled, nudging me lightly. "Do you miss him obsessing?"

"That hasn't changed, believe me." I escorted her into the Great Hall, where Portia sat waving with Sirius beside her. For some reason, Sirius looked like he swallowed something really bad, or he was forced to watch something he extremely disliked. Wonder what it was?

"So, you planning on taking anyone to the ball, or will you be too tired to entertain a date?" teased Charlie as she let go of my arm.

"I was actually planning on asking you." I looked at her and smiled. "Would you mind being my date to the Christmas ball, Charlotte?"

"I certainly don't, Remus." She tucked her hair behind her ear and patted my arm, before moving to sit across from Portia. "Looks like I have a date to the ball, Portia."

However, I didn't feel like celebrating much. For some reason, the way Sirius was looking at me made me feel like I had just made an extremely wrong decision.