A/N wow, it has been to long. I'm so sorry, life has just sort of caught up with me, and I was sort of stuck in the middle of this chapter, so it is a little shorter than my other chapters. Only 1,429 words, sorry about that. Again, there might be some OOCness, if you don't like it, tell me, and then stop reading. Um, i'm probably forgetting something that I wanted to tell you... oh, yeah, I like just finished typing this a couple hours ago (I had to do my homework before I could post this) so no one but me edited it, so i'm sorry for any mistakes. Oh, also, I AM NOT JOANNE ROWLING! (Has my point been made?) Um... yeah... well, go on and read!
We soon split off into our own little conversations; Remus, Alice, and I were talking about Slughorn's latest Slug Club party, Remus was also conversing with Potter and Peter on a piece of paper that they were passing back and forth. Mary, Marlene, and Dorcas were talking quidditch, with Peter adding a word in here or there on behalf of Potter.
Suddenly I heard a breathless Black say, "Bella's talking to Reg and Cissy about joining the death eaters and Voldemort, Reg seems a little hesitant, but I'm pretty sure he's going to join. Cissy on the other hand said that because Malfoy already had the mark and was part of the Death Eaters she wouldn't get it, but rather support from the sidelines." He continued after a short pause, "They're going to be coming in any moment now," and true to his word, in walked in the threesome.
The lady deposited Sirius's family members at the Slytherin table, and aimed towards Dumbledore a haughty, "good bye," before walking out the great hall.
While this was happening, Remus was laughing, when seeing our confused looks, he told Black, "Sirius, your still under the cloak, we've been listening to air talk."
"Oh hell! Sorry Prongs, guess the secret's out, at least to the girls it is." And with those surprisingly sincere words, Black appeared from his head to his toes, bit, by bit.
I was in shock, "this explains so much!" I exclaimed. Mesmerized, I leaned towards the cloak, wanting to rub it, feel the fabric in between my fingers. I needed to feel it, to truly believe it, even though it made complete sense. Snapping out of my trance like state, I realized that Potter's mouth wasn't moving, meaning that Black must have taken the charm off of him.
Potter smiled and said, "So, the reason we had even come here in the first place, can I call you Lily?"
I had completely forgotten about that. Flustered, I told him, "uh, just, uh, um, give me an, um, moment to, uh, think." Quickly turning to the girls and cast a silencio charm around us, so that the guys wouldn't be able to hear our conversation.
"Oh, Hippogriffs!" What am I going to so? All of the points that he brought up during the time that I heard him talk about calling each other by our first names, and not anything else were true!" Getting some looks from Marlene and Dorcas, I corrected myself, "okay, so the one thing he said about it enhancing our truce. That is true and I can't really argue that. But on the other hand, only a couple of hours ago, not even, I said that we would continue calling each other by our last names. If I say yes, I'll seem like a hypocrite, if I say no, then I'll be mean, meaner than I already am, and I'm trying to turn over a new leaf and not be so mean! What should I do!" It all just poured out of me, I was a wreck.
After a moment of silence while the girls thought over my dilemma, Mary piped up with one of her spectacular points of logic, "Lily, listen here," she started, "you yourself said that you wanted to start over, that means giving him a chance, and if one of the ways to do that is by calling him by his first name, even if it means going back on what you said earlier today, then you should do it."
The other girls all nodded their agreement, and I could see the logic behind Mary's words, "fine," I consented. And with that, took off the silencing charm surrounding us, and turned to the guys who were now all conversing on the piece of paper.
"Uh-hm," I cleared my throat. They all looked at me, and Potter quickly thrust the paper into his bag. Once all their attention was on me again, I continued on, "I accept your proposal to call each other by our first names, of course, that only entails Potter, I mean James, and I, because as has already been stated, it will only enhance our truce; and it shall also create a friendlier atmosphere between the two of us."
When they all looked at me, in a way that I didn't really expect, I went, "what? I sometimes switch into formal speech, it's happened before, no reason to get surprised over it."
"Alice nudged me with her elbow and whispered, "I don't think that's why they're staring at you."
"Oh." I flushed with embarrassment.
Pot-James was the first to get out of his surprise, "Yahoo! Yes! I told you Moony! I knew it! Ha ha! Yes! Whoo! I get to call the girl of my dreams by her first name! This is the first step towards love! Ya-hoo!" he yelled, while hugging the other three Marauders.
Once Remus understood what Po-James was saying, he protested, "I never said that she wouldn't agree, just that our ear canals might not be completely intact after Lily heard your proposition. But yes, I was wrong; Lily has more self-control than I credited her with. Sorry Lily," the last two words were aimed towards me.
"Oh, uh, it's okay," was my marvelous reply to his apology.
The next marauder to get out of shock was Peter, stuttering, "P-P-Prongs? Li-Li-Lily i-i-is he-he-here."
Black was last, but I had a suspicion that he had never actually gone into shock, "ha! Wormtail here has finally said something worth listening to!"
Ignoring the other's remarks, I focused on Black, telling this, "that isn't very nice! Apologize to Peter at once!"
But Black just laughed, while Peter mumbled, "Thanks Lily."
I then turned my thoughts to what P-James had said, and told him, "the only reason I am doing this is because I have realized that I had previously been acting like a . . . a . . ." I would swear, but I don't so I came up with an alternative, "well, a female dog, if you understand the implication, and I need to change that. And since I was the cruelest to you, I decided to start with you? Ka-pish?" This has absolutely nothing to do with my feelings towards you or anybody else. Not that I have feelings towards anyone, or well, no, I meant that I don't have feelings towards you, other than hatred that is." Oh Merlin, what a tangle of words I have gotten myself into! I thought before continuing on with my spiel, "but as you see now I have gained a level of tolerance towards you, so I don't hate you that much, but I still do, and I just can't get my point across clearly so I'm going to be quiet now and quit my rambling."
I turned to the girls and said to them, "Have any of you done your Astronomy essay? I feel like proof reading them."
Luckily they understood what I really wanted that was to get away from the guys and didn't question my statement.
As we walked out of the now nearly empty Great Hall (it started emptying soon after the lady did), Marlene asked, "so what now?"
"Well I need to finish up my charms essay." Alice told her.
"And I wouldn't mind if Lily did actually proof my Astronomy essay," Mary added on.
"I wouldn't mind if Lily looked at my Arithmacy work," Dorcas continued.
"So, summing it all up, homework?" I laughed.
Marlene pouted, "But I don't want to do homework!"
"Then read," I told her, "or just finish up your homework for the next week so you have time to have fun after classes."
She pouted again, "Lils, you're too smart for our own good."
Alice laughed, "Don't you mean Lily's own good? Not ours."
"No, I don't, she's too smart for our own good. She makes points that you can't argue."
Mary but in, "so you actually have to do your work?"
We had reached the Gryffindor common room; I said the password and we all clambered in. Marlene and Mary continued to bicker as we all went up to our dorm room to get whatever we wanted to work on, or do. Personally I took all my homework to double check it, as well as "A Midsummer Night's Dream", by William Shakespeare.
After gathering all our supplies we went back down to the common room and settled in.
Three hours later, we had all finished our homework, and where in bed, asleep; dreaming our separate dreams.
So, two questions for you guys (cookies to everyone who actually answers them), one, do you think I made James overreact a little bit?
And two, does Peter stutter to much?
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