A/N: Sorry I took ages to post this chapter! It's very very very long as you can probably tell! Well, I hope you enjoy it! Please review!
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Oh and I don't own St. Trinians which I happen to mention in this chapter.
Chocolate Fests and a Very Angry Vicky
The first Minister of Magic, Dorgelus Gould, was charged for embezzlement and was tried at the court of Justice by the wizengamot and the Head of Magical Enforcement, James Potter and his…
What?
This does not make sense. I couldn't have just written that. But surely enough, the words 'James Potter' stare back at me in blue ink, almost defiantly. How has James Potter sneaked into my brain?? AGAIN?
Not that I think about him. Much. Okay, I do think about Potter, but unintentionally though! I mean, EVERYONE would be reminded of his eyes, when they see that the professor has brought in hazelnut coffee. Because his eyes are hazel. A deep hazel that also has this sort of softness in it with a touch of-
Shut up, shut up! I must stop nattering on to myself for the hundredth time and get rid of the words 'James Potter' on my essay!
I sigh as I nudge Patterson gently in the arm. He groans and looks up from his essay. "You need my ink-eraser again?" He snaps in an irritated way, as he shoves his hand through his hair. I give him what I like to think is a bright but apologetic smile. What a complete grumpy pants. How many times have I borrowed his ink eraser, again? It's only been about once or twice, or er…
"This is the eighth time you've bothered me, Evans!"
Oh. So he does have a reason to be irritated. I clear my throat awkwardly. "Er yeah." I smile in a sheepish way. "I'm really sorry. Again."
He sighs as he pushes his ink-eraser towards me. "Just keep it, Evans and save me the trouble."
"Oh, no!" I start saying quickly, "That's really not necessary! I-"
"Evans!" He practically hisses. "Just quit bothering me! I really need an 'O'!"
Bleh. I wonder what jumped up HIS bum-oley. It's not my fault that I keep subconsciously writing Potter's stupid name on my essay!
A note has just hit me on the head. It's obviously from Vicky, seeing as she's the only one bonkers enough to pass notes under the ever-glaring eye of McGonagall, who's the substitute professor today for History of Magic. I wonder what sort of 'event' Professor Binns was tied up in. A Regional Ghost Chess Competition, perhaps. Or maybe he has a date. Do ghosts have dates? Do they snog? Euurgh!! Must stop letting brain flow wild and free!
Well, anyway, I open the note and it says: Thinking about Jamesie's eyes again, Lils?
Oh for goodness' sake! The one time you confide in your friend about your innermost feelings about Potter, they NEVER let it go! Not that I have innermost feelings about Potter. Much.
Well, instead of sympathising with my situation and saying, "Oh, you poor, poor thing! It must be terrible to think about Potter all the time! Let's get you a nice cup of tea, and I'll be extra nice to you!", she zaps into full frontal Vicky mode (department annoying) and before we know it, we're back in Second Year where she makes kissy noises and ludicrous suggestions about Potter.
Well, this is it. This is the final straw! From this point on, I will ignore Vicky with a firm hand! She will be a girl who is dead to me! If someone tells me a knock-knock joke about Vicky, I'll just say, "Vicky, who?"
And that will be it.
I may be feeling a bit feverish.
The bell just rang. What? This does not make sense? Didn't the class just begin?
To my utter disbelief, everyone around me starts rolling away their two sheets of scrolls, all filled up with their cursive handwriting! And in Patterson's case, three whole sheets!
I sigh as I look down on my almost blank scroll. There are slightly darkened patches where I rubbed off the ink so many times. And unbelievably enough, I still have not erased James Potter's name!
"Your essays should be completed by now!" Professor McGonagall calls from the desk at the front. "Professor Binns has decided to let you off on any out-of-class assignments." She sniffs disapprovingly as if the concept of not handing out homework is absolutely disgusting. I, of course, agree, but today I'm just relieved. I will have to write up four whole scrolls, just to beat that Patterson and stay top girl in History!
"Blimey, Evans, your scroll's almost blank!"
Oh great. Now Patterson's seen my very full page that's practically bursting with, erm, NOTHING. He'll probably feel all pleased with himself and fondly imagine that he's the best in the class. Ha! As if! Last year, I beat him in all subjects, and he CRIED. So much for the Ravenclaw cleverness, eh?
"The first minister of magic," I hear Patterson's swotty little voice starting to read my 'essay' out loud. "Was charged for embezzlement at-"
How annoying. He always looks at my work 'Just to check something'. Well it's his lucky day today! He won't find anything valuable on that scroll unless he's looking for two sentences of utter rubbish and, oh crap, POTTER'S NAME!
"-court of Justice by the- OW!"
I snatch my scroll from Patterson's hands so violently that it almost tears in two. He jumps slightly, looking completely taken aback. Well it's his stupid fault! No one invited him to stick his big nose in, did they?
"I, er, I-" I start saying as intelligently as, well, Sirius Black. "It erm, not. You know. Sorry."
"Erm, okay then." Patterson looks at me if I'm insane. Oh for goodness' sake. People have got to stop looking at me in that way. "I was only looking, Evans!"
"Er, yeah." I say shoving my things into my bag with unbelievable speed. "I have to go! Bye!"
I flash him what I like to think is an attractive smile. I keep on smiling as I exit the classroom, ignoring Vicky who is waiting for me.
"Lily! Lils!" Vicky tries to grab my arm as I step out of the classroom. "Wait!"
I march straight past her as if she's a smelly old vagrant. That will show her! Mission Freeze-Vicky-Out begins! I will be so cold and glacious that Vicky will be brought to her knees! And she will buy me three bars of Honeydukes chocolate and five Pumpkin Pies! But I will not be bribed! I will keep on giving her the cold shoulder and everyone will know that Lily Evans is not to be fiddled with! They will call me 'Lily Evans, the Ice Queen.' Hmm no. 'Queen' will make me sound too senile and hip-replacement-y.
Well the point is that people will give me the big R. Respect! R to the E to the S to the P E C T!
I must shut up. Now.
I have just caught a quick glimpse of myself stumbling along, lopsided, with one shoulder balancing a heavy bag. Oh great. Now I'm walking funny. As McGonagall said, I'm an example to the rest of the school. And no one wants a lopsided Head Girl who is currently sweating because she's trying to get to Herbology on time. Since I am Head Girl, I should be looking poised and tall.
Quite like models. Oooh I quite like how models walk on the runway. Don't they put one foot in front of the other and kind of stick their chin up a little bit? Maybe I should give it a quick try. Step, step, chin up, step, step, and attractive smile! And flick hair!
Wow, I must look quite cool, since a few of the first years have turned to look at me. Well maybe now people will stop thinking that I am Lily Evans the bookworm who's obsessed with studying and just got made Head Girl and happened to be stalked by James Potter. Maybe I could be like that Head Girl in St. Trinian's- tall and glamorous! With style, of course! Well obviously I can't wear red lipstick. It will clash terribly with my hair… Hmmm. Light pink lipgloss seems to work, although it wouldn't really give me the 'fierce Head Girl' image that I want. Maybe I could try that coy smile that she does while looking up quite grandly. It might just give me a whole new image.
I'm still walking 'poised and tall' as I almost reach the Herbology greenhouse.
Ohh and there just happens to be a mirror nearby, so I'll just take a quick look at my new 'cool, poised look'.
No. I didn't really walk around like this, did I?
A 5 foot 5 Jack-o-Lantern seems to have made a surprise appearance in the Hogwarts corridors. With its nose merrily sticking up in the air. Oh boy. Terminate smile. Terminate smile, immediately!
Now, Lily, pretend you haven't been walking, erm, funnily in the corridors and get to Herbology as quickly as possible. Blend into the crowd. Be neutral. Like Switzerland! With chocolate! And secret banks! What on earth am I going on about? Honestly. It is a very good thing that I have decided to ignore Vicky because I could do less with her 'madness' influencing me. Just like the way she's talking about how much I fancy the pants off James Potter! Ha! I'm telling you, she's crazy!
Where was I?
Oh. Neutral.
Well, anyway, I'm here now. Oh and Alice is already here, of course. With Frank- no surprise there. So it's probably a good time to concentrate on classwork. And not think about Potter. Or his hazel eyes. Which I, incidentally, have not being thinking about. Really.
"Lily, stop being so silly. Vicky's only joking! You know what she's like!"
Was what Alice oh-so-sympathetically told me, as we were walking towards the common room. Thanks a lot for that, FRANK-LOVER. (I'm a little too tired to come up with proper insults right now.)
Well, so I let her have it.
"Do you really think it's FAIR to have her ramble and ramble on about me and Potter's bloody wedding and the colours of the ROSES and the bloody THEME when I am practically fainting from head duties and constantly telling Marie Barlow to go back to class and forget about Dominic and when I'm having to run up and down yelling at Black to stop tricking the First Years into NAKED THURSDAYS?"
"Erm, you two obviously want a private conversation." Frank walks ahead quickly (and wisely), before I'm about to go for an encore.
Alice looks quite unsettled. Well, she bloody well should!
"Lily, erm, you might want to calm down a little bit."
This makes me even angrier for some reason.
"CALM DOWN? It's bad enough that Patterson thinks I'm mad because I borrowed his ink-eraser about eleven times today because I kept messing on my essay! Oh, and I haven't completely my in-class essay, by the way, did I mention that? And I have to go and give a LECTURE to the First Years for about an hour on SAFETY and TRUST, thanks to BLACK."
I break off, panting slightly, although I haven't been shouting. I catch a glimpse of my reflection in a nearby window that we're passing and, yes, my head is bright red.
"Lily, I'm sorry…" Alice says, looking around us nervously. "Well, I know Vicky can go over the top with her teasing…"
I haven't finished yet though. I don't know if it's been the crazy head duties, the stress of preparing for NEWTS, or having to listen to Vicky's sing-song voice about Potter every day, but I feel like I'm going to burst.
"AND I can't get Potter's stupid eyes out of my head!"
I stop.
Alice stops.
For the last time, I have not been thinking about Potter's eyes! Not that much, anyway! Oh, alright, I can't stop thinking about them. Or him. Something is terribly wrong with me.
For some unknown reason, Alice starts grinning insanely.
"What is the matter with you?" I demand shrilly, "I am quite obviously unhinged IN THE MIND and you are SMILING."
Instead of explaining herself, she looks at me then bursts into peals of laughter.
That's nice, isn't it? Laughing at your so-called best friend's misery!
But that is not the problem. Why do I keep thinking about Potter's eyes? Annoying enough, Vicky's little song 'Lily luuurrves James' pops into my mind.
NO.
That is completely out of the question. Me liking Potter! HAHAHAHAHA! How RIDICULOUS.
I look at Alice, who is still laughing by herself. She's lucky I'm walking along with her or she'd look like she's completely lost it. Which she probably has.
And she is still laughing like an idiot, as I sit my bed, flinging my bag on the floor.
"Alice." I say in a stern voice that I usually reserve for Fifth Years. "Stop laughing."
It takes me one minute of throwing random objects at her to calm her down. Finally, she takes a deep breath and sits herself down next to me on my bed, after I make her pick everything up and organise them.
"What is your problem? What's so funny about me thinking about Potter's eyes?" I demand, glaring at her.
Oh no. And we're off again. She's grinning and snorting and laughing the way she never would around Frank. I have got an immature, self-image obsessed idiot and a laughing/snorting idiot for friends. I knew I should have branched out a bit more, socially… Well, this is where my lack of socialising has got me!
I poke her in the arm, brutally. That should do the trick! I know it isn't something to brag about (more like something to be reported about) but I am a very 'good' pincher. Sirius Black and James Potter will be able to back me up on this one, seeing as they have been my main targets for the past few years.
It has not worked. My pinching powers have failed me.
"Alice." I snap. "Alice."
Alice is still doing a good impression of a hyena on firewhisky.
Argh. I cannot stand this. I didn't want to do this, but I have no other choice. I must do it. For the sake of my country. Or something like that.
"Ow!" She jumps up as I kick her in the shin. "Lily! What was that for!"
"I'm very very sorry, Alice, but you gave me no other choice." I say in grave voice, as if she were an out-of-control child who had to be locked up. Which she most likely was, once upon a time. "I told you to shut up."
"Alright, alright," She snaps glaring at me, "I stopped, didn't I?"
I slap my hands down on my thighs, wincing as the wobble a bit, and say, "As crazy as you're acting now, Al, I need your advice! Why do you think I keep thinking about Potter's stupid eyes?"
She rolls her eyes and plonks herself down on my bed again.
"Well, what do you think Lily?" She asks, annoyingly.
"I don't know!" I snap impatiently, "That's why I'm asking you!"
"Just think about it for a minute, Lils."
So I think. And think. And think.
"Er, Lily?"
"Yeah?"
"It's been about two minutes."
"I'm thinking, aren't I?"
"Um, okay."
Potter. Eyes. Hazel. Yum. Stop, stop, stop! No, you're not supposed to be thinking about this! Think of why you're thinking about Potter's gorgeous hazel- NO.
Lily luurrves Jamesie! Lily luurrves Jamesie!
Great, now Vicky has decided to take up residence in my brain.
"Er, Lily?" Alice sounds a bit nervous for some reason. "Haven't you come up with anything yet?"
I put my head on one side and frown.
"Nope."
Alice groans and puts her head in her hands. "You are so blind, Lily."
Yeah, as if I'm supposed to see clearly into your mind as if it's a sheet of glass! What is there to think about, anyway? The unfortunate fact that I keep having James Potter prancing around in my mind does not have to mean anything. Unless it means I'm insane.
That is it. I have gone mad. It's the stress and the pressure of being slave-driven or what the professors call 'being Head Girl'.
"I've got it!" I almost yell at very surprised Alice. "I've gone mad, haven't I? I knew it! Those Fifth Years just drove me up the wall!"
Alice stares at me for a second and does her stupid thing where she shoves her head in her hands. She stays like that for a few seconds, then looks up and sighs deeply.
"No, Lily, you are not mad." She says as if this conversation is boring her to death. "Well, you are, but that's not what this is about! Let me give you a very distinct hint! I went through the same thing with Frank!"
Hmmm. Well, a few specific things do come to mind…
"You mean, I'm stalking Potter?" I ask uncertainly. "And hiding under his bed, and writing to his siste-"
"No! I thought we weren't going to bring that up aga-" She stumbles off, her face looking like it has caught fire. Hahahahaha. "No! That's not the point! Think of the reason behind why I… you know…" She clears her throat slightly. "…followed him a bit."
"Well," I say automatically, "You were clearly obsessed with him. It was very annoying. You wouldn't shut up about him and-"
Oh no.
NO. I am not going through this again.
Alice is smirking at me triumphantly. The nerve.
But that's okay, because she is WRONG!
"No!" I yell at her. "I do not like Potter, okay?"
Alice sighs yet again but she's still smirking (which makes her look like a constipated fish. If fish can be constipated that is). "No, Lily. Of course you don't like him."
There you go! In your face, Vicky! At least one of my friends isn't completely insane. I knew Alice was the brighter one the moment I-
"You love him!"
E-excuse me? What?
"What?" I choke out, staring at her. "Are you kidding me, Alice Prewitt?"
"Lily. It's completely obvious." Alice states as if this is a very normal thing, which it is most certainly NOT. "You keep thinking about him. You can't get him out of your head, AND he's changed completely over the summer holidays."
"Listen to me," I snap suddenly, "I do not like or love Potter, alright? I'm just tired, that's all! AND I do not need another Vicky Greene telling me that I'm going to marry him!"
Alice stares at me for a moment then sighs.
"Alright, Lily." She says finally, looking very frustrated for some reason. "I believe you."
But her tone speaks for itself. It's practically singing "I don't believe you, I don't believe you!"
Ugh. I give up. I can't be bothered to argue with her anymore. It's just going to go around and around and around. It's a relief that Vicky volunteered to assist Madame Pomfrey in the Hospital Wing, or there would be little inputs of 'Lily luurrves Potter!'
"Let's just… stop talking about this!" I say frustrated, "I can't be bothered anymore."
Alice rolls her eyes. "Yeah yeah yeah. Alright." She walks over to her little section of the dorm and starts dusting a picture of Frank.
She is so sad. But it's sweet.
Speaking of sweets, although not really… "Hey, Al, do you have any idea where Vicky hid her chocolates?"
Alice's eyes light up and she grins. "Nope, but let's find out, shall we?"
That's my girl.
I feel so fat. But also good at the same time. Vicky is very very annoying, but evidently has excellent taste in chocolates. Not that I ate all of them. Well, to tell you the absolute truth, I did. Hey, but Alice helped! I'm not the only one who did it (officer)!
I wasn't going to eat all of them! Alice and I were just going to look at them for a bit. You know, just to see what they looked like. All yummy and creamy in their little box. A very posh looking box with a velvet ribbon, actually. With a price tag attached which happened to make Alice's eyes go rounder than they are already. Oh crap, Vicky's going to kill us.
Oh, but what are a few chocolates between friendship? Love between friends. L.O.V.E.
Shut up, Lily, and wait quietly for Potter to meet you for patrol.
Tick tock. A mouse ate a clock. Is that right? Ugh, well whatever it is, Potter is late. I hate late people. Gnashing my teeth slightly, I tap my foot against the floor.
Twelve whole minutes… Breathe, Lily, breathe. Think happy thoughts…
"Evans!" Potter runs towards me, out of breath. "Sorry! I was held up at-"
"Twelve minutes, Potter." I say fiercely, holding up my watch. "Twelve minutes and twenty-eight seconds to be precise."
"You and your time-keeping." Potter grins at me, ruffling my hair. Ugh. Stupid prat.
I'm about to give him a piece of my mind, but annoyingly enough, I'm interrupted by someone else.
"Bye, James!" A girl from our house calls. She's called, er, Gemma, I think. In the Quidditch team. "I'll catch you later then!"
"Yeah!" Potter calls back with a slight wave, "See you later."
I must say, I'm a bit unsettled by this shouting. What was I going to say again?
Oh, now I remember.
"Potter, you are-" I start saying furiously, but he grabs my arm and starts walking quickly, pulling me along with him.
"I'm sorry, Evans!" Potter laughs again. "I won't be late next time, yeah? I was held up in quidditch practice."
"Oh, so that's why you were… with, erm, Gemma, is it?" I say with an odd feeling of relief. I don't know why.
"Er, yeah." He answers distractedly, as he looks around, making sure there aren't any students sneaking around. "We got to talking a bit afterwards, you know, about tactics and stuff."
Oh. So they were talking. About tactics. And stuff.
I look up at him, as he locks the door of the room we just exited and it's then that I notice that he's still wearing his quidditch uniform.
And he looks, well, good.
Yeah, but who doesn't look good in their quidditch uniform? So, there you go…
Actually, there's the new chaser who looks a little ug-
No, you're not going to think about this, Lily!
"Oh, and by the way, Vicky told me she was looking for you." Potter suddenly says.
I can feel chest tighten up. She did not. She did not do that, did she? Well, of course she did! She's Vicky bloody Greene! Oh great, no wonder Potter's been all amused and airy.
"Er, Evans?" He's looking at me, waiting for me to say something. I feel myself going bright red.
"D-did she… say anything?" I stammer quickly.
"Not really. She told me you were avoiding her, though." He looks at me with that amused grin again. "Then she came up to me right after practice and sort of demanded that I tell you to see her as soon as possible. She looked a bit angry, actually."
He raises his eyebrow at me.
Angry?
"Angry?" I blurt out, "Why would Vicky be angry? If anyone should be angry-"
I stop.
Ah. The chocolates.
"Chocolates?"
Have I been thinking out loud again? I thought I'd stopped.
"Erm, yeah." I laugh awkwardly. "Well, you see, Vicky has this- You know what, never mind."
I start walking quicker and Potter catches up to me.
"Go on, Evans! I'm intrigued!"
"It's none of your business, Potter!" I snap.
"Well, seeing as it's about chocolate, I feel I have the right to know."
Is he mad? High? Deranged? Not 'in' there?
"Are you mad?" I ask, giving him a weird look.
He laughs his head off. Yep, he is mad. He is mad, everyone.
"A little bit." He answers, "But then, so are you."
I give him 'the death glare' and he recoils on the spot. Success! "I'm joking, Evans! No, it's just that it's quite, well, nice talking to you and stuff. And not getting hexed, of course."
He flashes another grin at me.
"Tell you what. I'll give you two of my chocolate frogs if you tell me."
"No way, Potter." I laugh at him. "I'm not selling myself for two chocolate frogs. More like ten."
Potter looks thoughtful. Wow, there's a surprise! I think that's the first time he's actually been thoughtful! Someone grab the cameras!
"Well I have a Honeydukes Honeycomb bar."
Not good enough, Potter. Not good enough. I say this to him and he rolls his eyes.
"Show me all you have, Potter!"
"What?" He stares at me as if I'm crazy. Which I probably am. "Well, I'd have to sit down, first. But Evans, I'm not that desperate to know your secret!"
"Well, we'll sit down then!"
"Um, okay."
And so we find a bench, funnily enough, on the Astronomy Tower. At 9 'o clock on an evening. With a variety of chocolate spread out between us.
"Ooh! You have the limited edition Chocolate Frog!" I gasp, spotting it between the mounds of chocolate he produced. And I don't mean it came out of him. Because that would be odd and quite disgusting. Shut up, Lily. Anyway, I don't even know how he carries all this chocolate around. Ah, I just saw his huge pockets on his Quidditch robe.
"You can't have it, Evans! I paid about, well… Oi! Evans! Stop eating my stuff!"
"Oh you're such a baby. It's only a chocolate." Potter stares at me as if I just said something awful. "Oh, alright." I sigh. "You can have some of mine, then."
I open my shoulder bag and get out some chocolates that my parents sent me last week. Mars Bars, Milkyway, Bounty, Crunchies, and so on. Why do I carry these around, again?
"Wow! Are those muggle chocolates?" Potter asks, excitedly, grabbing one of them.
Oh wow. I've never met someone who was so obsessed with chocolate. Oh, but then I am too, aren't I?
"Yep." I grin. "And the finest, too!"
What am I? A salesman?
Well, anyway, we both start pigging out on chocolate. About ten chocolate bars and five frogs later, I slump onto the arm of the bench. Oh, I'm going to get so fat.
"I still want that Chocolate Frog." I say to Potter, who is also slumped onto the other arm of the bench.
"No way, Evans!" Potter refuses. Then he looks at the pile of chocolate wrappers in a mournful way. "You ate all my chocolate, Evans."
"Hey!" I protest. "You ate a lot too! AND I gave you my muggle chocolates, didn't I?"
He only moans in response.
I think for a second. Hmmmm.
I have got it!
"Potter." I say slowly, digging my hand in one of my pockets. "Would you trade your Chocolate Frog for… these?"
I hold out three very expensive Belgium Truffles, each wrapped daintily in a gold wrapper.
Potter's eyes go wide. "Are those….?"
"Yep."
"Where did you get them?" He asks me, "They're really expensive and rare!"
Uh-oh. I must not look guilty. I must not look guilty. What is he anyway? A chocolate inspector?
He looks at me suddenly with a look of realisation. "Oh. So those are Vicky's chocolates."
Damn.
"Hahahahahahaha!" I laugh loudly. He looks at me oddly and I clear my throat. "Erm, maybe."
Potter starts grinning his head off, "Chocolate thief!"
"Hey! I am not a thief! I was only looking at her chocolates! And it was Alice too!" I say quickly, going red. "I didn't eat all of them, anyway! Or actually, erm…"
I don't know how those chocolates got into my pocket, anyway! Well, actually I do. They were so good and creamy and rich that I just had to put some in my pocket! I was going to put them back!
"I was going to put them back!" I protest. Potter shakes his head at me tutting. "Well, do you want to trade or not?"
"Actually," Potter smiles slightly. "The Chocolate Frog isn't, erm, mine either. It's actually Remus'."
This is the weirdest situation I've ever been in. But I suppose it's also one of the best, seeing as it involves so much chocolate.
"Fair enough." I say nonchalantly. "Now trade."
He stares at me for a second and then starts laughing again. Honestly. First Alice, now him. What is wrong with these people?
He just handed the Chocolate Frog over. The Limited Edition Chocolate Frog. Ooooh!
I try not to but I'm starting to grin like a mad person.
"Honestly, Lily," He says, "I've never met someone so obsessed with chocolate."
Ha. And this is coming from the boy who CARRIES AROUND- wait, what did he just call me?
"What did you just call me?"
"I called you Lily." Potter says smiling at me. "It's time we should be on a first-name basis, don't you think?"
"I, I, er, suppose so." I feel really odd for some reason. Like there's something swooping in my stomach. And it's definitely not the five hundred tons of chocolate I shoved down my throat.
"Well, erm," Potter, no, James looks at his watch. "It's half ten. We should go."
"Y-yeah." What is wrong with me?
"Let's go." He says briefly.
And he makes his very big mistake.
He looks straight into my eyes.
And that's when my brain shuts off completely.
And I practically melt from the intensity of his eyes.
"Lily? Are you alright?"
"I, I, er, yem. I mean, yes. I am." I manage to say after I break out of his gaze.
"Okay, well, let's go."
And so we go.
"Are you okay?" Alice asks me again. How many times as she asked me that? Eight times? No, I think nine.
"You're acting really weird, Lils. What is it? Did something happen"
Haha. Like I'm going to tell her, 'I swapped chocolates with Potter and he called me by my name and then looked into my eyes and made me feel all swoopy.'
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
"Lily?" Alice is staring at me now. "Is this something to do with Potter?"
"James." I correct her.
Wait. Rewind. Did I just…
"You're scaring me a bit, Lily. Since when did you call him James?"
"Erm… Ever since he called me Lily?"
Yes, I'm ever so logical.
"What? Wait, Lily, I'm not done!"
I've just turned off my lamp and shoved the cover over my head, refusing to answer Alice. The perfect way to end any confrontation! Take note, kids!
"Alright, Lily. I'm letting you get away with it this time. But I want answers tomorrow!"
What is she, a teacher?
Oh well. She just turned the lights off, so I suppose she's going to go to sleep.
Finally, I get to think properly. Why did I feel so odd around Potter? I mean, I felt so self-conscious. And when I think about the way he smiled, I get that odd swooping feeling again.
Hmmmm. I'm pondering. I'm pondering.
Lily luurrves James! Lily luurrves James!
NO.
I can't fancy him! I don't fancy him! Do I, though?
Oh no. No way. No way. Nooooo way.
I groan into my pillow as I realise that I may have fallen completely in love with James Potter.
"Lily!" Oh no. I know that voice.
There's a loud creak as the door bangs open and a streak of light floods in.
It's Vicky. She's holding her very extravagant box which, er, used to contain very delicious and creamy chocolates.
"I've been looking for you!" She snarls as she pulls my duvet off me. I crumple myself into a little ball, digging my face in between my arms.
"You… ate… all...of... my… chocolate!"
And the terror begins.
-Enter newscaster's voice- Goodnight, everybody.
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