Thank you everyone! I love writing this story and your reviews are making me love it even more. Don't think that I've abandoned Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang, I'm working on that one. It takes more thought that this one. Thanks again and I hope you like this chapter! Ta!
-Jill
P.S Incase you forgot. The bold is Sirius, the bold italics is Remus, the italics is Peter and the plain is James.
Rating: T for Teen. Teen is such a teen word. Everything about it just says teen. It's rather depressing…
Disclaimer: Sometimes I wish J.K Rowling thought of me. You know? So I could be in the books and be hers…in the way that she owns me…but not really…because that's creepy…
Screamish
My life is over!
What? Why? When?
Shut up, Padfoot. Prongs is obviously wanting attention.
My life is OVER!
See? Just play along.
Fine. Why is your life over, Prongs?
Lily won't talk to me.
Maybe that's because you ruined her spotless record with a detention…
Why is it different now than before…she has never talked to you…
Oh the pain!
Yesterday you were happy about this, why the change?
She snarled at me.
Sexy?
No, it was a mean snarl.
Sexy?
Kind of…but that's not the point! She hates me!
I could have told you that…
Quite Wormtail, we are trying to be supportive.
You can be supportive, I'm going to laugh at him.
Wormtail, I am cutting you out of my will.
Prongs, is that really necessary, he's going to cry.
I am not!
You are tearing up…
A plume of dust smothered my face.
A plume?
Yes, a plume.
You are aware that's a feather.
It could mean a cloud of something.
Maybe smoke…not dust.
Fine, a plume of smoke smothered my face.
Oh the agony!
James walked into Filch's office fashionably late.
"You're late, Potter."
"And for that I am truly sorry. Some first years needed my help, and who am I to deny them that?"
Lily scoffed and mumbled something. James stood beside her.
"What was that, Evans?"
"Nothing, but I think I smell fire…"
"That's clever, Evans, but next time, come up with something better than a childish rhyme."
"I thought it was fitting, Potter. A childish rhyme for a child," Lily glared.
"That's enough you two! Hand over your wands and Ms Norris will take you up to the owlery, there you can start cleaning. Don't come back 'till you're both done."
They placed their wands on Filch's desk and walked out behind Ms Norris. After a short while James was desperate for conversation.
"Don't you just want to kick her sometimes?"
"No."
"Really? She's never gotten you in trouble?"
Lily stopped and glared at James. "Do I look like a regular at this, Potter?"
James rubbed the back of his neck. "No, I guess not, but still, she's a fowl cat."
Lily kept walking.
"You can't stay mad at me forever, Evans."
"Watch me," she yelled back as they rounded the corner into the owlery.
"Go out with me, Evans."
Lily threw owl droppings at him.
James made sure that all traces of owls were off him before getting into bed. This detention had spurred an unnatural fear.
"Prongs?"
"I'm trying to sleep, Padfoot."
"I think this castle's haunted."
James rolled over to face the direction of Sirius' voice.
"Of course it is."
"No, not ghost haunted, Banshee haunted."
James yawned, no longer caring about the conversation.
"Those are only in Ireland, Padfoot, you're safe here."
"Are you sure?"
"One hundred percent."
"You're a lousy friend."
"Why is that, Padfoot?"
"You don't even ask my reasoning for my suspicion."
"Because I know it's stupid."
"I repeat, you're a lousy friend."
Have I ever mentioned that Prongs screams like a girl?
No, do tell!
Well…he screams like a girl.
Oh…
How did you come upon this wonderfully blackmailable information, Moony?
He's afraid of caterpillars.
Naturally.
He saw one when I was with him and he ran away screaming like a girl, might I add.
That is precious. Thank you for sharing that wonderful piece of information with us, Moony. It will not be ignored.
"Was it really that bad?"
"Yes."
"Really?"
"Yes!"
"Did he kiss you again; you have that look on your face like he kissed you again."
"He wouldn't be alive if he kissed me again."
Silence.
"He did not kiss me, Marlene."
"Sure, whatever you say."
Lily changed into her nightclothes and then smiled.
"He kissed you."
"For the last time, he did not!"
"Why the 'Lucky Lily Smirk'?"
"He screamed."
"I scream…"
"He screamed like a girl."
"I scream like a girl…"
"Stay with me, Marlene. Potter screams like a girl!"
Marlene lay down in her bed and looked up at the canopy. "That's good. Does he sound like an attractive woman when he screams?"
"More like a five-year-old wanting ice-cream."
"That's a lie. James Potter could not scream like a five-year-old, he is much too good looking."
"I kid you not, he screams like a pathetic child."
Marlene thought. "I bet that child will be very attractive when she grows up."
Lily got into her bed and they both sat in silence listening to their dorm mates curse them for waking them up.
"Shut up, we were talking about James."
"James Potter?"
"You know I heard his friends call him Prongs! Isn't that so….masculine!"
"I think it's romantic!"
Lily, who was in the middle of this, walked over to Marlene's bed and got under the covers.
"Look what you started."
"You were the one who brought him up."
"Nope. I wanted to sleep. You wanted to talk."
"Yeah…I guess you're right. Goodnight, Lily."
"Goodnight, Marlene."
"I think Sirius is much more romantic than James."
"No. James will hold the door open to the broom closet when you snog him. Sirius just pushes you in."
"And that's a bad thing?"
They went on for hours while Marlene slept peacefully. Lily was up until the conversation was over and the others went to sleep. Somehow, she couldn't bring herself to use a silencing charm.
