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Chapter 4

The next morning…

"You know, we wouldn't be late if you had just gotten up. We could have gotten breakfast too." Lily grumbled testily. She had spent all morning attempting to wake Hero, who, unusually, had slept in. And now they were going to be late for Herbology.

"Oi! Evans!"

Lily groaned and turned around to look at James, shooting him her best death glare.

"Potter. I am in a bad mood. If you irritate me at all today, I will not be responsible for my actions." She said in a creepily calm voice.

James' smile faltered, then resolidified.

"Well, then, this should brighten your day! Go out with me Evans?"

Lily stared at him for a moment before pulling out her wand and screaming

"Petrificus Totalus!"

James froze and fell over.

Lily was drawing breath to shriek out another spell, when Hero grabbed her arm and quickly escorted her to the greenhouses, shooting James with the counter-spell as soon as Lily's back was turned.

Later on, in Muggle Studies…

"Now, as you know, we've been studying the muggle playwright, William Shakespeare. So, as an early Christmas present, I'm giving you an…entertaining little project,"

Several members of the class groaned quietly, and some began to discreetly slam their heads against the desk, in a desperate attempt to send themselves to the hospital wing, and therefore avoid the alarming prospect of a project over the holidays.

"Stop it," Burbage snapped. "I've paired each of you up, and you've got to choose one of Shakespeare's plays and memorize a good scene of it. I'll have none of Hamlet's soliloquies. Presentations will be after vacation. Now, the partners will be…"

At this point, Lily zoned.

Hm. Shakespeare. Excellent.

She imagined herself and her crush, Amos Diggory, in the balcony scene of Rome and Juliet.

"Oh, Amos, Amos, wherefore art thou, Amos? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I'll no longer be an Evans……What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet; So Amos were, were he not Amos call'd……"

This continued on for some time, until Lily awoke from here daydream with James' hand waving energetically in front of her face.

"Lily! Lily! Focus, Lily!"

She tried unsuccessfully to regain her dignity after such a rude awakening.

"James. Remove your repulsive mitt from my personal space this instant. Did I not make it perfectly clear this morning that you are not to speak to me, touch me, look at me, or make any remarks about or relating to my person to anyone?"

James looked taken aback, then grinned mischievously.

"Well, yes, but won't it be rather difficult for me to do that, considering we're working on the project together?"

That made Lily sit up.

"What? No, that can't be right! She knows how I loathe you! Everyone knows how I loathe you! In a choice between you and the Giant Squid, I would choose the squid!"

James had the audacity to look amused.

"So you've said. Several times. Can't you come up with something a little more original?"

She refused to even grace that with a comment. Quickly she composed herself.

"Well, if we must work together, I suppose we must. Where and when should we begin? Anytime is good for me."

Smiling roguishly, James replied

"Oh, excellent, Broom closet. Now."

He was left with a , -shaped welt on his cheek, watching Lily stride away.

A/N-

Think Lily might have overreacted. Ah, well. Have a Smurfy Extravaganzical day.