HAAAAYYYY! I was super excited to post this because we are getting closer to 6th and 7th Year! 6th Year is going to be my favorite part of this story...but of course Year 5 is all the introductory stuff sort of. Anyway I've had like a billion snow days here at college so I've written a ton of stuff for the future! You guys are so sweet and your reviews make me smile :') I'm trying to make James and Lily as realistic as possible, while still humorous. Some people in my opinion go overboard with James' cockiness which can be fun if it's supposed to be a parody type satirical story but not everyone is successful with that. And other times people make Lily borderline crazy and agh I am totally not a fan of that! Remus told Harry that Lily was "uncommonly kind." I'm a firm believer that Lily Evans always was attracted to James Potter, but his immature arrogant ways prevented her from being able to give him a chance until he finally matured 7th Year. But anyway it's interesting to see all the different interpretations of Lily and the Marauders so I hope you enjoy my personal style! Let me know your thoughts in the reviews!
Also this recently became my most reviewed story AND my longest one so YAY!
Now Playing: Porcelain by Patrick Stump
I adore this song and though it doesn't relate 100%, I found it very relevant.
DISCLAIMER: You guys know this lovely world belongs to J.K. Rowling.
"Prongs, did my eyes deceive me or were you snogging a Ravenclaw girl just now?" Remus questioned as they took their seats in Transfiguration class.
"Yeah! Get it James!" Peter hooted.
"Yes I was as a matter of fact! Thanks for asking," James nodded happily.
"So does that mean you're over…L E?" Remus continued cautiously.
"L…E? Oh you mean Evans? Not at all! But since she won't snog me, someone has to, you know?"
"Can't say I do…" Remus blinked, sometimes questioning his friend's judgment.
"Well, I think that's great, Prongs!" Sirius exclaimed, countering Remus' concern, "There are too many hot girls at Hogwarts to sit around worrying yourself over one!"
"I admire your strategy, Padfoot, but Evans is gorgeous and I'm not giving up on her that easily. I mean, have you noticed how brilliant she is? I mean come on, when Flitwick's robes caught on fire today during Charms due to Longbottom's mispronunciation of a spell, she performed the Aguamenti Spell to put it out and we haven't even learned that yet! Incredible!"
"James, do you remember last year getting sent to the Hospital Wing during Potions class because you couldn't stop babbling nonsense?" Remus reminded him, becoming impatient.
"Yeah why…?"
"Lily caused that. She was the only one in our class to be able to successfully brew a Babbling Beverage."
James opened his mouth to argue it, but realization crossed his face before words came out. He sat there dumbfounded, and the sudden insight clouded over his features as he put all the pieces together. He held his tongue as the beautiful red head that he sought after took her seat across the classroom. His mouth hung open slightly as he reflected on what he had just pieced together.
"Mr. Potter, you look like you've just been struck upon the head with a Bludger, is everything alright?" Flitwick squeaked from his stool in the front of the room.
"Iguana piss," James mumbled, still in shock. Lily caught his eye and her jaw dropped. She quickly regained composure and looked away from his gaze.
"I beg your pardon, Potter?" Flitwick spoke up again.
"Nothing, Professor."
"Good. Now, class, turn to page fifty two."
"Evans," James quickly caught up to her after class, "Dammit, Evans, slow down!"
"What?" Lily snapped, turning around.
"I know you're not new…"
"Well done, Potter. Well spotted."
"Can we start over?"
"Depends what you mean by that."
"Like, let's pretend that we are strangers who actually turn out to get along just fine. And then become friends. And then…"
"Stop there and I'll consider it."
"Fair enough."
Lily headed off in the other direction and James watched her as she went.
"Hey, fat head! Stay away from her," Severus Snape charged toward him once Lily left. Remus, Sirius, and Peter walked over to James and looked at each other in confusion as Snape marched up to James.
"Excuse me, grease face?" James snorted. Sirius, Peter, and Remus immediately burst into laughter, "Got yourself a crush, do you?"
"She's my friend and I don't appreciate you bothering her," Snape grumbled.
"Last time I checked, you don't have any friends, Snivellus," Sirius laughed. Snape pulled out his wand threateningly. James was quick to act and whipped his wand out as well.
"You really want to embarrass yourself?" James raised his eyebrows mockingly. He was a few inches taller than Snape and he lifted his chin up a bit to emphasize the height difference, "Intepestus."
Snape began vomiting uncontrollably. The Marauders laughed and high fived and soon a crowd formed around the scene, causing even more of a ruckus. It was all fun and games until McGonagall pushed her way through the crowd.
"Boys!" she shrieked, "Detention for all four of you! Somebody help me get Mr. Snape to the Hospital Wing."
No one volunteered so McGonagall dragged him along herself.
"I hate that kid," James mumbled angrily. Sirius and Peter nodded in agreement, "Ay, full moon next week."
"Splendid," Remus rolled his eyes.
It was the fourth of October and the air was surprisingly warm. It was a Saturday morning and the four girls were sitting by The Black Lake doing their homework.
"Hello!" The Marauders came prancing over and sat down next to them on the sand.
"Hi," The girls replied, unanimously monotone.
"Fine weather we are having, right?" Peter mentioned.
"I love when the sun shines," Sirius nodded in agreement.
"Did you four honestly come over here to talk to us about the weather?" Phoebe raised her eyebrows.
"Hmm, it seems like the weather over here is a bit hostile," Sirius noted. James raised his wand and conjured up a raincloud over Phoebe's head.
"There, that's more appropriate!" James declared as Sirius and Peter cracked up. Remus sort of just stood their awkwardly as light drizzling rain fell upon Phoebe.
"Thank you, I love the rain," Phoebe admitted nonchalantly. Everyone was a bit surprised at her under reaction. They all gazed at her wide-eyed, waiting for a fit of rage, "What? Do you want me to freak out or something? You see, that would combat my newly found twelve step program that promotes healthy anger management skills," with a wave of her wand, the cloud was gone.
Lily squinted up from her book to get a good look at these four pretentious boys. Maybe Remus wasn't exactly pretentious, but by association he was close enough. She glanced over at Sirius who wore an attractive crooked smile, directed approvingly towards Phoebe. Lily recalled a time she overheard girls in the stands during a Quidditch game gossiping about their prior relationships with Sirius Black. They went back and forth over who dated him longer. Out of the three girls, the longest relationship winner was five days. Lily remembered feeling a bit uncomfortable, but at the same time, slightly intrigued. Everyone knew Sirius Black didn't maintain relationships for a long time; in fact, he was always the one to break them off. Lily wondered why girls continued dating him but now she realized that they all wanted to be the one he'd finally settle for. She noticed that he was incredibly good looking, but in a completely different way than James. James had this intentionally disheveled handsome look while Sirius had an effortless attractiveness about him. He wasn't constantly fussing with his hair to make sure it looked windblown like James. Instead, his dark hair was in short curls that rested just above his eyebrows, posing a striking opposition to his light grey eyes. His hair wasn't sticking up in all sorts of directions like James' always was; it was neat and well arranged. Lily never really paid attention to Sirius and always assumed they looked like brothers because they were attached at the hip, so she was surprised to see prominent differences.
"Evans, I would like to speak to you," James mentioned suddenly.
"Err…alright?" Lily shrugged, following him as he wished to speak to her in private.
"So, this twelve step program…what's involved?" Sirius sat down across from Phoebe, genuinely interested and biting his thumbnail in amusement, "You been naughty, Flint?"
"Try living in the Slytherin Common Room, it will drive you absolutely mad. So I've been spending some time with the Muggle Studies professor, Professor Ross. She taught me how to do yoga, it's a Muggle sort of relaxation thing. It's soothing and it pisses the Slytherins off so it's a win-win situation."
"Well, let's see it then. Show us something!" Sirius encouraged.
"Oh here we go," Josephine rolled her eyes, clearly sick of Phoebe's newest craze.
"Oh, stop it Josie!" Kimberly told her friend, "Phoebe's yoga is cute!"
After a bit of stretching, Phoebe placed her hands flat on the ground and gently kicked out and then up into a handstand, peacefully holding it there.
"Wicked!" Sirius nodded his head, impressed. Everyone clapped as Phoebe kicked her legs down and sat, crisscrossing her legs and resting her hands, palms facing up, on her thighs.
"So, Evans," James began, "I was told something rather interesting this morning in the Gryffindor Common Room, "About you."
"Oh really?" Lily hummed, uninterested.
"A little bird told me that you have a crush on me," James continued, his signature smirk playing on his lips.
"You're kidding, right?" Lily rolled her eyes, "As if."
"A very reliable source told me that you've had a crush on me since Second Year," he tried again.
"Who told you that rubbish?" she questioned suddenly, her voice raising a few octaves in fear. James knew he hit a nerve, but more importantly, his discovery was confirmed.
"Your old best friend, you know, the one you had before you became a part of the Renegades," he told her. "The short girl with the short brown hair."
"Alice?" Lily shrieked, in total panic mode, "I don't believe you."
"I don't know I just started talking to her and asking her about you. Because I want to know more about you and you aren't of much help with that...and that's when she just blurted it out," he explained, "Evans, if you like me, why don't you just say yes and go out with me? It could be that simple."
"I don't like you!" Lily insisted.
"But you did," James confirmed impatiently.
She felt so many emotions at once. She felt betrayed because of Alice just casually telling James Potter about her old feelings for him when she was young and stupid, as if it was no big deal. She felt embarrassed by the fact that James was questioning her about this. And she felt furious above all because it was true. More than anything, she wanted to bring down Potter's ego as much as she could. If she lied, which not to mention, she's a dreadful liar, he would just believe what he wanted to believe. If she told the truth then it would show that she isn't fazed by his games.
"You know what, yeah, I did," Lily started, watching his satisfied expression, carefully choosing her words to cut him deep, "But you were porcelain."
"Huh?"
"I mean, it shouldn't come as a surprise. Every girl fancies you. They fancy everything about you, yet, they don't know anything about you at the same time. I mean, from the eyes in the crowd, you had this effortless perfection about you."
James was drinking up all of her words with a loving look in his eye. Lily smiled, knowing exactly what she was doing.
"But the thing about porcelain is it's just that. Pretty to look at, but it's not made up of pretty things. People build it up to be something beautiful that it actually, really isn't. It's just clay. People paint it with pretty words and compliments and soon this ordinary ceramic material is just artificial greatness. Meaning, it relies on the strengths and weaknesses of others to build it up. You, Potter, rely on the girls fawning over your appearance to build your confidence. You, Potter, rely on picking on people and hexing them for fun to strengthen yourself. You're nothing special, you just feed off of others. At first glance, one doesn't see that, but I saw your porcelain crack a long time ago. You're a bully, James Potter. And the funny thing about porcelain is that once its cracks, it can't be repaired. I mean sure, you can piece it back together with apologies, but the fissures will always be visible. And pretty soon you're going to crumble."
With that, Lily stood up elegantly and walked away from him, not bothering to hear his response. His brain was too self-absorbed to grasp any of those concepts, anyway.
"Hey, how'd it go, Prongs?" Sirius asked, walking over to him with Remus and Peter.
"I…" James hesitated for a moment, "I think I'm in love with her."
Alright so Lily got pretty deep there. She is quite the intellectual. Little does she know that she's only making our favorite James Potter fall for her even more.
"Have you ever met somebody who was perfect 'til you met them?" -Patrick Stump.
Lily Evans has.
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