Disclaimer: The Wonderful World of Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling. I own nothing but the plot and Lily Evans' literary voice and attitude.
A Look At Wonderland
by Wired Dragonfli
Chapter Nine– Studly Blue
November 25
Muggle Studies
Shouldn't you be taking notes? –Remus Lupin
I haven't even written a word in here and already you're on my back. –Lily Evans
I believe November, Muggle, and Studies are words. Three words to be exact. I'm not on your back.
What about 25? You're right, you're breathing down my neck.
You're even so bad as to have written numbers apart from words.
Well, what about you then, Rem, I don't see you taking notes with your dull gray quill.
I've already read this chapter. My quill is fine, thank you very much.
Well in that case, I'm a muggle, I don't even need to read the book.
You're saying that as though anything the book says holds any truth in it. Just last week you were complaining about telephone booths.
I suppose you might be right, but really, who can trust someone writing with a pigeon feather quill.
I'll have you know that this comes from a rare type of crane which
Telephone booths are not changing rooms! It's ridiculous!
Well, that's how they always seem to be portrayed in movies.
It annoys me to no end that just because you've seen Superman, you think you've seen everything.
Well, if Marsh shows it in a MUGGLE studies class, then it must have some relevance.
You and your undying faith in teachers. Honestly, you think everyone in the muggle world runs around in spandex?
In America, yes.
America is the fattest country on earth, why would they want to wear spandex?
Well they go around dancing in the streets, and breaking out in song almost everywhere they can…in biking shorts and what not.
Are you referring to musicals? Never mind, I'm not getting in to that.
Then back to the blasphemy of Superman?
Naturally. Super villains. Stupid.
Me, or the villains?
Them of course, we can't deny you can't keep a nose out of your books.
Yes, I suppose I'm writing to you from behind a book. I must have an unnaturally long nose for me to see past the book it is dog-earing.
Pinocchio!
A wooden puppet boy who comes to life after a blue fairy waves her wand. Are you sure the muggles aren't on to us?
I'm not sure Snape, or boy who sounds like Snape. I'm not sure.
Ouch. Point taken.
How do you know about Pinocchio? Ha! That rhymes, imagine, next time someone asks us how we know something, we can be "Oh, I don't kno(w), I Pinocchio!"
That's slightly absurd, and embarrassing. Sirius was convinced it was a dirty swear word when you had the delightful idea to use it on him. Guess who got stuck with the task of looking it up for him.
Not as embarrassing as being caught with the Slytherin boys' boxers in your bag though, I suppose. He's quite like a puppy, isn't he?
Please tell James, Sirius, and Peter that I would like a better birthday gift next year. They can't fathom how I can be serious about wanting an actual present. And yes, he is, you have no idea.
Remus, Remus, Remus. I'm not your messenger.
By the way, why is it that when I borrowed your divination essay to compare, the paper was word for word just like Sir
Did you know all of your first names end with "S"s. Except Peter's….Peters.
I know you didn't just now come up with that.
Now why would you say that?
You were calling Peter "Peters" all of breakfast today. He asked me to ask you about it.
Tell him that he has an Endearing NicknameTM, a Lily Evans Originale.
Will do. He'll be pleased.
Remus Lupin! You rewrite that right now! I'll have nothing but full sentences from you!
I will do that. Peter will be pleased.
I can't believe you just did that.
You asked me to.
I didn't think you'd be daisy enough to do it.
I don't know if I like what you're inseminating.
What was that?I belive the proper word is " insinuating". I'm getting sick of you snatching this out of my hands.
I'm sorry, I'll do it again though.
You do realize you're being extremely rude.
It's my book mister. Are you inseminating that I'm not feminine?
Do you know what that word means?
Yes.
Look at you, you're positively pleased with yourself. Methinks you should reconsider tutoring James in Charms, you haven't been quite the same since.
It's been three days.
Which is why we must make haste, before things spin out of control. Besides, James is slightly peeved he's learning alongside a 2nd year.
Spinning out of control…like Superman! Samantha's peeved that she's learning along side a 5th year Gryffindor boy.
What?
Marsh seems to be having issues with the "Projectable Pensive".
"Projectable" is not a word.
Which brings me to an observation I've been itching to make since the beginning…why are we watching the movie from the ceiling?
I couldn't tell you.
Everything about this class is madly wrong. I should be teaching it you know. Marsh is bonkers.
It's steaming now.
Well at least she's taking this as a rare opportunity to teach us something new. "Now everyone, this is what muggles consider steam for a steam room, if you stand and breathe it in, you should be able to loose weight."
Look at all the girls rushing up…and Billiam.
Does she mean a sweat-box?
Oh dear, it exploded.
What a shame, I'll miss Roger.
That's Grace. She's only unconscious, I'm sure you can visit her in the Infirmary if you care all that much.
I was talking about the Projector Pensive.
You named it?
Endearing NicknameTM, remember?
Ah, but of course.
I think the goo is multiplying.
It does seem to be acquiring surface area at an alarm
November 27
Library
Last Row
My Favorite Fireplace
"Did you know that you're in the running to be the next Lucky Charm?"
"Bloody hell!" I jumped up with a start. Yes, I was dozing. No, I shouldn't have been. "You've just about scared me shitless. I was having flashbacks of horrible game shows gone wrong."
"What are you babbling about Lily." James asked as he sat his cute bottom in the chair across the table from mine.
"That's Miss Evans to you." I said, smacking a ruler dominantly.
"I see you got your ruler." He said with a grin, and I smiled too because he's my crush and I must humor him and make him as comfortable as possible in any situation. (This makes up for the times when I do stuff that makes everyone uncomfortable.)
"Well, I made so many references to it last time; I thought I might as well bring it today."
"Sadly there's no paddle…"
"Although I know why, I'm going to ask why."
"I've been a very naughty boy, I deserve a spanking."
"Sorry those are reserved for paying customers only."
"I'd like to be your next client then."
"Alright, tomorrow night in the Forbidden Forest, in the vampire rat's den." I said with a laugh.
"Not funny." He said in a mock-upset tone.
"Remember how you locked yourself in the dorm at night, because you were afraid you were going to turn into a vampire…"
"It didn't help that Peter's rat bit me at breakfast"
"Well Randolf has big teeth…and the loss of blood would make me think my pale face was that of a vampire as well."
"Peter's rat's name is Albert."
"Tomato, tamoto."
"Not really."
"Silence!" another crack of the ruler.
All I got was a chuckle. No fear, no respect, no groveling at my feet. Students, pf! We should bring back solitary confinement.
"Alright, not that we've flirted…we should start on the lesson." He spoke and I blushed at the mention of flirting. I pretended to be searching for my quill. "Stupid, er… quill."
"It's right here," he said with a devastating smile, reading over to withdraw it from behind my ear. Of course his hand brushed against my cheek. Of course I blushed more and looked down. I melted and tried not to squeak.
"Thanks."
Another one of his throaty chuckles…Godric I'm in love with this boy.
"Okay, so with the melodic spells…wait, wait. You mentioned the Lucky Charm thing…" back to composure, and a bit of suspense on my part…both on my part.
"Yeah, you were nominated to be the team's official symbol of luck for the game."
"Alright!" I made the classic 'score' gesture with my arm, "Who nominated me?" I asked coyly getting up and walking towards him just as coyly.
"Someone…" he drifted off, looking up and pretending to be modest. Pah! Modesty my ass.
"You?" I asked sweetly. He smiled and nodded. I threw myself into a big hug for him. It feels so wonderful. He still smells like the cold outside winter. Ecstasy.
After a while I tried to pull myself away, but he wouldn't let go. "Just hold a while…" he says quietly. I blushed just a little.
November 28
Lunch under my treeee
Snape has taken to throwing paper balls at me in the hallways. The match is this Sunday, and Snape is attempting to debilitate me with small wads of parchments.
Not that his efforts have gone unnoticed. My posse has decided that glaring at him in the hallways would prevent further action on his part. As well as bodily forming a shield around me.
The vessel for Gryffindor's Luck will be decided Friday night, the eve of the match against Slytherin. Apparently it is very ritualistic, sacred, and secretive. I'm also in the running against some 7th year, a 6th year, and Billiam.
I'm starting to see a pattern. It is possible that team members years 5 and up nominate one person to represent each year (5 and up). These nominees are usually of the female persuasion. Except Billiam. Who is not female. Nor in years 5 and up. And isn't even in Gryffindor.
My posse believes I will win…because my posse makes up at least half the team. More than half actually. They told me not to be too concerned with Snape's actions, and I agree.
Since I'd rather be concerned with Nott throwing flaming balls of fire (no not his wonderfully defined rocks) at me. Yes, that's right. The more strong willed and able bodied Slytherins are throwing much more than paper, and I'm afraid my life is been threatened.
It's very strange really that I'm all alone now, mostly because I cast a Disillusionment Charm on myself. Them (the Maradererers), and Marls and Em, and sometimes Billiam, have been tailing me and shielding me everywhere I go.
I figured they shouldn't since they're on the actual team, and they are in far more danger than I am. I even formulated a plan with Sirius to get out of it.
"But where would we find the time to brew a month long potion in the space of a week?" Sirius asked me.
"I'm sure between your money and my charm, we could find and buy off a pre-made potion somewhere…"
"So, what you're saying is, Lily, we'll be relying solely on money to get it?"
This is the point where I hit him in the head with a pillow.
"And then, we'd switch appearances and then they'd think I was you so they wouldn't attack me, and you would be me so you could attack them…"
"There is a problem posed in the fact that I can't be harmed, and if I harm any of those slimy gits, our team gets disqualified. Bugger."
"You wouldn't suppose, Sir, that for some inexplicable and moronic reason, this would work backwards? And maybe perhaps the Slythies are not allowed to hurt you?"
"That would explain my lack of brusing this close to a game…" and an enlightened look spread across his face. "Cheerio! Good show old chap!"
This is the point where he attempted to put me into a headlock and rub my head for luck or something. He didn't succeed because it's very hard to do so with an elbow in your spleen.
"Wait, but then we can't switch anyway, because even if I was you and they didn't hurt me, you would be me, and they would hurt and then you wouldn't be able to play."
"Alas. What a dilemma."
December 4
In a knobby hat and in an eye patch
Also, more universally in the Gryff Common Room
I'm surrounded by too many fragrant candles, and a team of very confused Quidditch players.
The ceremony has been ten minutes underway, and so far, all they've managed to do is to get all three nominees (Billiam didn't show up, surprisingly.) in strange hats and an eyepatch.
"Now what?" Peters asked.
"I don't know" said James through clenched lips, trying not to give away that he was talking. He's very adorable, but also so interestingly stupid at times. "We never really got farther in planning this…I assumed once we got here I'd be able to wing it."
I had grown tired by this point and sat down in a more comfortable position and took turns pointing my feet at them. Because I am Lily, and this is apparently what I do when I'm bored.
"Well, actually, I am just as lost as James," Remus spoke up, "I had really written off half an hour to getting Lily in the hat and eye patch…"
"I was expecting her to put up more of a fight…" Sirius added, and they all turned to look at me, as though it was my fault.
I pointedly ignored them and pretended to inspect my nails. I had painted them clear and they were shiny.
Travis Morag, the other chaser sneezed rather violently, knocking himself and Emmeline over. He apologized and I vaguely hear her say, "Hello Travis," in her smiley voice. I watched the Quiddy team drama unfold as Madison Grimstone sent Emmy a dirty look.
There is only one member of the team I do not know. It's this sullen brown haired boy sitting on the cushioned armchair, separated from the rest. I'm sure he's younger than the rest of us, since he's lightly built, which is always good for a seeker.
For this reason, even though he is acceptably cute, I have no issue scooting over to him and grabbing his arm with cold, cold hands. His eyes snap open and they are this astounding blue.
I'm not sure if I have ever mentioned it before…but there is something about brown hair and blue eyes that sends shivers down my spine and makes my fingers tingle.
"Hi. My hands are cold…"
"I can tell," he says with a smile, still nonchalant and removed, and this attitude makes me think that there is no way he is younger than us.
"Are you hands cold?" I asked, somewhat stupidly, my own hands still on his arm.
He gently slid his arm out of my grasp and replaced it with his hand. I smiled a little and look down. "Are they?"
"Yes. They are." I said, looking up. "And you know what that means, right?"
"What would that be?" he asked, leaning forward, and I could see he had a little bit of a goatee.
"You're my soulmate…" I said jokingly, and surprisingly, this statement didn't freak him out, and he laughed, a low, rocky sound.
Now, I had nothing else to say. But I did want to find out what year he was in. So of course, I decided to use my subtle powers of manipulation.
"So, who did you nominate?"
"Morag made the decision. He picked his ex, Antonia," he said this and pointed to the olive-skinned girl with dark, dark brown hair and warm hazel eyes that flashed gold when she glanced at Emmeline.
"Oh, so they're still close?" another digging question.
"No, he's not on very good terms with her, but she's one year below, so when they broke up after she was nominated, he didn't see her around enough to take her out of the running."
Aha. With quick brain-work, I deduced that if he was one year older than either of the two remaining "categories" of nominees (6th year and 7th year) he could only be a seventh year boy.
I shot a quick look to Remus, hoping he'd look over and I could send him a mental signal as to my cleverness and receive a proud look. However, I'm afraid my friend Remmy is not psychic and I gave up and looked back to the mysterious stranger whose hand I was still holding.
I would have noticed earlier if our hands were clammy. However, we both have cold hands so things stayed pretty dry.
"Who's that?" I asked, pointing to the remaining girl, a perky blonde.
"Tallulah Grimstone—"
"Oh! Of course, Madison's older sister, right?"
In response, he nodded.
"Predictably, I only now see the resemblance."
He laughed again, and I looked around to see if Emmy had noticed, but she was too busy talking to Travis, who I'm starting to suspect sneezed on purpose. Sirius was chatting up the other two nominees, and James and the rest were in a corner, probably planning out what was actually going to happen during this ceremony.
Feeling confident from my, so far, fruitful efforts, I asked him another question.
"Oh, and what's the name of the seeker with the studly blue eyes sitting in this armchair right here?" I whispered in a secretive manner, making patterns on cushion with my pointer finger.
He quirked a smile, a sexy half-smile type thing, and opening his mouth to answer…
"Evans, time for the interview session!" Sirius interrupted, giving me a strong pat on the back.
"Black, is this some lame excuse to stall while you come up with something legitimate for the ceremony?"
"Well, Evans, maybe you would know if you weren't schmoozing with Grady King."
"Don't change the subject." I sneered.
"The interview isn't a fluke. I've even got a clipboard," he said importantly, looking down his nose at use while waving around said clipboard.
Of course, because of eyes strain, he couldn't see where he was waving and knocked Grady's hand out of mine.
"Sorry," Sirius said.
"Black, why don't fill out your interview yourself, you know me well enough."
"Alright Evans," and for a moment, I thought he'd go away. He turned on his heel, and promptly sat down, luckily not on me, but between the armchair and I. Between the King and I.
Oh gosh I'm funny.
But I also let out a scream of surprise, though Emmeline later tells me it was a guttural sound instead. James noticed this, and seeing Grady uselessly sitting still, called him over to help with planning.
" 'What do you do in your free time?' " Sirius asked himself, before putting on a falsetto and answering as me, "I enjoy sitting on the pitch and look at boy on brooms. Particularly, Slytherin boys in pants on brooms."
I pinched Sirius. Because he was mentioning my encounter with Nott's stones. Yes those.
"I swear, Nott wears shrink-wrap in substitution of pants."
"This is true."
"And I swear, you use shrink-wrap as a cranial cavity."
With that, I stood up, pulled my hat off my and shoved it on his numbskull, then took off the patch and snapped it onto his head as well.
"Arg!" he said.
Feeling sort of bad, I kneeled down and gave him a tight hug. "You know I love you, but you understand you deserved it?"
Sirius was silent before shrugging and nodding in the manner of a bobble-head.
"Ehem…" James cleared his throat, "we have decided to simply vote, and the Charm has been decided upon unanimously."
We all looked at him expectantly as he stood still and looked at us with his best poker face on.
"Nominators, please take your Nominees aside and tell them the news."
Before James had finished his statement, I made a beeline for him and asked him. "Well? Nominator?"
"Could you get any closer?" he asked with a chuckle, and my stomach churned because it was still cute, and I didn't know which of these Quidditch boys I liked better. I also realized I was less than an inch away from him, which wasn't so scary since I've been around him all week. Tutoring, that is.
"Sure," I said, peppily, and stepped on his feet and tried to balance myself. I ended up having to grab on to his arms, and they automatically wrapped around my waist to steady me.
"We should try dancing like this sometime," he commented vaguely.
"Who's the Luck?" I asked, exasperatedly after a moment.
"You, Lily." He said softly, "you've always been the luck."
I hadn't even noticed that the bell had rung for dinner, and that everyone had vacated the already emptied common room except for the two of us. What I did noticed was the gnawing feeling in my stomach right before I slipped off his feet despite our best efforts to hold on.
A/N: I was totally not expecting to put Grady King in as a new love interest. That one hit me out of nowhere. I was just putting together names to make a Quiddy team. I'm as shocked as you are.
I wish I could be as brave as Lily.
Thanks to my reviewers, Elli, Fairy Love and Sweettarts.
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