A/N: We're extremely sorry for this late update but considering the fact that our last chapter got a grand total of THREE reviews, we don't think anyone can blame us. On a slightly different note…how is everyone faring with the end of a phenomenon? The fifth movie came out, and great as that was (if you firmly separate the book from the movie) we were a bit more excited about Deathly Hallows. Mixed reviews from us, we're afraid. Some bits were spectacular but the death toll (we don't want to say too much in case someone hasn't read it yet) was too high, in some cases, and the ending far from satisfactory. The epilogue left a lot to be desired and the Snape storyline…well, as strong L/J shippers we can't say we were all too happy with what happened there. Anyway, we'd love to hear your take on things, especially on the Snape storyline, so when you review, please share your opinions!

Without further ado here is the tenth chapter of Moments Lost in Time

O.o.O.o.O.o.O

Chapter Ten: 5'2 is NOT Short!

"Hey Sirius." Sirius looked up.

"Hey," he said, in what he hoped was a cool and unaffected manner.

The blonde twirled her hair about her finger, and popped her gum obnoxiously; "Want to go to Hogsmeade with me this Saturday? We could do some window shopping…or not…." She stepped closer to him, their faces mere inches apart.

"That sounds promising," Sirius replied in a nonchalant manner.

"Oh, it is." The blonde smirked, as Sirius stepped even closer to her than before, both of them blithely ignoring the eating crowd. Everybody was in the Great Hall eating dinner, and since it was the evening before the first Hogsmeade visit of the year, people were flitting from table to table, asking each other out at the last minute. Sirius, especially, was getting bombarded by girls, and he was finding it extremely hard to turn anyone down.

"And how can I turn an offer like that down?" Sirius shot his trademark grin and made a note of his date in the small book he kept for such things, as the girl giggled and ran off to tell her friends of her plans.

Peter, who was looking at Sirius with awe and devotion, said, "Wow, Sirius, how do you do that?"

Sirius turned to Peter. "It's just me, Pete, how could they resist?" Sirius paused to look at a girl passing their table, "Watch and learn."

"Hey babe," Sirius stood up and tossed his arm around the girl's shoulder as she looked up at him and giggled, "what do you say? You and me, at Hogsmeade. Together." Sirius smiled charmingly at the girl as she giggled, nodding breathlessly.

"Hey, wait, I didn't catch your name," Sirius said, as the girl started to walk away.

"Clarissa."

"Well, sweet thing, I'll think of you - all day, and all night." Sirius winked at her, and smirked when she ran to her inquisitive friends. His smirk grew when he heard their squeals.

"And that's all there is to it Pete! See that girl there? Now, you try."

Peter turned towards the girl passing their table, and stood up, trying to ignore that she towered over him. He put his arm around her shoulders, pretending he didn't need to reach up to do so. "Hey sweet thang," Peter quipped, trying desperately to emulate Sirius, "what do you say, me and you together at Hogsmeade?"

The girl looked at him in disgust, "My name is Dana, not 'sweet thang'." She emphasized the 'A'.

Peter waved this bit of information away, as though it was of no consequence to him, "Well, then, Dana, how about it? Wouldn't you love to go to Hogsmeade with me?"

She didn't answer, merely giving him a disdainful look. Peter tried out his last coercive measure, "C'mon babe, I'll think of you all day – and all night."

She opted for action over thought – she slapped him.

Peter clutched his cheek, "Is that how you treat all of your dates, woman?"

"Sorry mate," Dana feigned apology, "but I'm not your type – I'm not inflatable, or imaginary," she said, turning away.

"Wait!" Peter cried, reaching out to stop her.

"You'd better save your breath…you'll need it to blow up your 'date'."

Peter was quick to sit down again. "Well, Pete, maybe next time," Sirius said, before he was accosted by yet another member of the opposite gender.

Peter shrugged morosely and made his way over to James and Remus who were seated at the Gryffindor table, eating dinner, "So, did either of you get asked out to Hogsmeade?"

Remus and James nodded, "Several times," they muttered in unison.

"But honestly," Remus cried, "how many people are that desperate? I had one girl ask me out three times before giving up!"

"Wait, how did that happen? You're a bookworm! Do you meet all these people in the bloody library?"

"Thanks Peter. Nice to know what you really think of me."

"Oh suck it up," James advised to Remus, before turning to Peter. "For some reason, they've all got it into their heads that Moony is the sensitive sort, the type that will serenade them with love songs written by the moonlight."

Peter opened his mouth, but was cut off by the arrival of his previous (lack of) conquest, Dana. "Hey Remus, you change your mind about Hogsmeade tomorrow?"

Peter gaped at Remus and Dana, as Remus replied, "Sorry, Dana, I'm actually going with James and Peter tomorrow, but save the next trip for me, okay?"

Dana grinned amiably, "Alright, just asking." She turned and began to walk away.

"How do you guys get all these dates?" When Remus and James simply shook their heads, Peter ran to Dana.

"I just overheard…" Peter began with great gusto, "and couldn't help but feel sorrow at the thought that you might have to go to Hogsmeade unaccompanied. That doesn't seem right, beautiful lady that you are…"

"Pettigrew, are you trying to chat me up again?"

Peter winked in what he thought was a dashing, debonair, manner, "Is it working?"

"Yes," she said nodding, plastering a phony smile on her face.

"Really?" asked Peter, his voice cracking in his obvious excitement.

"No." Dana walked off, shaking her head and muttering about people who tried too hard.

Peter once again made the lonely walk back to his friends, shaking his head at their inquiring looks.

"I don't get it," he said with a sigh, plopping back down in his chair. James and Remus looked up from their dinner with expressions of sympathy (Sirius was still out there, "playing the field"). "James, are you going out with anyone tomorrow?"

"Nope," replied James. "Got plenty of offers though…."

"Then why aren't you going out with any of them?" asked Peter in astonishment. Turning down any available date was a foreign concept to him.

"Well," said James with an exaggerated sigh, "I really don't think my wrist could handle the pressure." Here he gave a certain redhead who was seated quite close to him pointed looks, something that she was not at all happy with. Why did she have to have mutual friends with Potter?

"Oh grow up," snapped Lily, tired of his 'Oh-look-at-me,-I-got-hurt-can-you-snog-me-to-make-it-better?' antics. "God, Madame Pomfrey fixed your wrist in five seconds, do you really need to go into unnecessary and extremely childish theatrics?"

"It's still sore!" James protested. "And besides, it's your fault my wrist was broken in the first place. It's was all your idea: 'Oooh, James, you're soooooooo manly, and strong and buff and risqué. Go up and clean the ceiling, because I'm just too stupid to do so on my own'."

Lily threw a spoon at him. James subsided immediately, rubbing his wound and muttering beneath his breath.

"What? You said he was manly, and risqué?!" Sierra exclaimed, turning to Lily.

Lily looked at Sierra, aggravated that her friend, instead of jumping to her defense, was now daring to question what she may or may not have said. "No! I called him manly, not risqué, and it was just so he would go clean the stupid ceiling. It's not like I actually meant it."

"Riiiiight…clean the ceiling…of course." Sierra nodded as if this was the accustomed reason for someone to call their enemy "risqué".

"What is it with people not believing that we were being forced to clean the ceiling? Filch is a buggering idiot, why wouldn't he make us clean the ceiling?"

"…Because it's a stupid thing to do?" Carina offered.

"Haven't we already established that Filch is stupid? That he is evil? I mean, really, because of him, James had to fall on me!"

"He…fell on you?" Sierra and Carina looked vastly more interested now than they had been when she had told them about it last week.

James muttered darkly, "Unfortunately."

"Hey, be bloody grateful I was there to break your fall, I mean you could have split your over-inflated head instead of your 'fragile' wrist."

"We all know how much you loved me being on top of you Evans. Too bad the pleasure wasn't mutual."

"Be thankful! I could have kneed you if I wanted to, but because I am a nice, kind, wonderful person, I didn't. Consider the fact that I didn't a thank you."

"That's true," Peter cried, "you may have broken your wrist, and your shoulder may have been dislocated, but at least you can still have children! Lames and Jily are still a possibility!"

"Lames and…Jily?" Remus asked him in disbelief.

"It's the cutest thing to do, combining the parents' names! Lily and James, Jily and Lames, so fetch!"

"But…Peter," Remus said, deciding to ignore Peter's femininity, "what if Lily and James don't have children?"

"Well, Jarina and Cames, Jierra and Sames, Lirius and Sily, Lemus and Rily, Leter and Pily don't sound very good, Remus. I'm just being logical."

"Well, what if James doesn't marry one of these three?"

"Who else is gonna marry him? Dana?" He rolled his eyes as if this was a preposterous thought. Then, he muttered quietly, "Jana and Dames…nope, not working." He looked up once more to address the entire group, "I mean I should open a private office, and help people choose who they get married to!"

Remus, in true supportive best friend fashion, questioned hesitantly, "You mean, you'll tell people who they should marry based on the compatibility of their names?"

"I'm not sure what you just said, but yea! I could be the…Combo- Nameo- Guro!"

"Er…you mean 'guru'?" Sierra questioned.

"No, not 'guru', it messes up the flow, I mean, the 'Combo-Nameo-Guru'?" Then, to himself once more, "Pierra and Seter…still not working. Sorry babe."

"Right, of course," Carina nodded in comprehension, trying desperately to contain her laughter. "Lames and Jily will be welcomed with open arms."

Sirius made his way over to the group, still clutching his little black book. "Who are Lames and Jily?"

"James's and Lily's future children."

"We're not having children!" Lily cried. Ever since their detention she had taken up an air of almost-indifference, but it was all shot to pieces by this latest assumption. Lily was being unusually careful around James, especially in what she said to him, still remembering the 'Wet Tank Top Incident' that had occurred during their detention. Even though it had been a week and a half since then, she was still smarting from James's spiteful words and didn't want to instigate something similar.

James had also been running Lily's words through his mind at the oddest of occasions, and although he had felt slightly remorseful at his comments, her nasty rejoinder had left him feeling more indignant than sympathetic. Now they were walking around each other, as if on egg shells, and although they still snipped at each other, it wasn't quite at the same intensity as before. Besides, at the moment, they were too busy trying to convince their friends that Filch was capable of making them clean the ceiling. Somehow, to their friends, it didn't seem like a plausible story.

In any case, Lily and James were being more careful around each other, not because they had decided to bury the hatchet, but because they had decided that starting a scene on the evening before Hogsmeade might result in their expulsion from the trip. There would be more opportunities to explain to each other exactly how much they despised each other, later on.

"So who are you going to Hogsmeade with, Sirius?" asked Peter. Lily, Carina, and Sierra sighed collectively. Ever since the Hogsmeade visit had been announced, Peter had been running around trying to get a date, while pestering the rest of them for details on theirs. James and Remus had decided to spend this first visit together (inevitably joined by Peter), and the girls had done the same. Lily knew that since Carina and Sierra were friends with James, in all likelihood, she would be spending her visit with James, Remus, and Peter. Lovely.

"Who am I not going to Hogsmeade with?" replied Sirius with a grin. "Ok, here goes: Blair, Estelle, Clarissa, Marie, Jordan, Kate, Danielle, Taylor, Courtney, Jessica, Liz, Terri, Lynn, Ashley, Jackie, Paula, Lily/Carina/Sierra…with the possibility of three more." Sirius closed his little book and looked up proudly at his friends' flabbergasted faces. "What…one Sirius, many girls."

"Excuse me, but when did I, Lily or Sierra, ever ask you out to Hogsmeade?" asked Carina, marveling at the audacity of it all.

"You didn't have to ask, babe, I knew you guys would want to spend some quality time with me, so I slotted you in. No, no," he held up his hands as if to ward off her next words, "you don't have to thank me."

As Carina simmered silently beside her, Sierra spoke up. "What do you mean when you say you 'slotted us in'?"

"I mean, that I gave the three of you a fifteen minute time slot, in which to do whatever you want with me. Now, since there are three of you, you'll have to make do with five minutes each. And please…no catfights." Sirius closed his eyes, as if to ward of images of previous catfights that had taken place over his wonderful self. "How does 4:00 to 4:15 work for you? I really don't have any other time since Paula is going before you, and someone else will undoubtedly come after. If, for some incomprehensible reason, no one else asks me out from now till tomorrow, I may even stretch your time slot to 4:30! How does that sound, girls? Ten minutes each!" Sirius looked at the trio, fully expecting adoring gratitude. All he got were scowls, and mutters of disbelief.

Carina looked up. "Wow, Sirius, ten whole minutes? I'm not sure I can cram all I want to do with you into ten minutes…" She had a flirty tone to her voice, but her words were laced with considerable sarcasm.

Sirius decided to ignore the sarcasm and replied with a, "Well, babe, just ask me out, and I'll put you after Lily/Sierra! Then, you'll get fifteen minutes to yourself!"

Carina turned to her friends. "I still don't think fifteen minutes will be enough! I mean can you really assassinate someone, and then hide the evidence by throwing said person into some cave, in that much time?"

"Cave outings!" said Sirius enthusiastically, ignoring the rest of her statement. "That's a highly original idea, Carina." He said this in patronizing tones, as if any minute now, he would throw her a biscuit to reward her for her cleverness. "Although, I'm not sure we can go spelunking in fifteen minutes….and if I spend thirty minutes with you the rest of them might get jealous…" Sirius furrowed his brow, looking as if he were working through an extremely difficult arithmetic problem.

"Hold on, hold on, hold on!" cried Peter, waving his arms around to signify the urgency of his request. He had been watching Sirius and Carina banter back and forth avidly, his head swiveling from one to the other. "Isn't spelunking when you go and throw boulders into a lake and they make that 'spelunk' sound? I LOVE doing that! The boulders get a bit heavy though…."

Everybody ignored him.

"Sirius I cannot believe you! Have you organized your ENTIRE day into fifteen minute time slots which are all assigned to a different girl?" Carina's voice rose higher and higher, incredulity evident in her wide gray-green eyes.

"Um, yea, how else am I supposed to make them all happy? I'm really being fair here," replied Sirius, not understanding why she was finding this so difficult to comprehend.

"Wait," interjected Lily, "do the other girls know about this?"

"Uh…yea. They love how I'm so creative…and smart…and imaginative…and-"

"Ok, stop." All three girls were looking at Sirius like he had grown an extra head.

"I really don't understand the problem here," said Sirius, shrugging his broad shoulders. He turned to Remus, James, and Peter, who were all placidly eating, having heard Sirius's complicated dating system before. "They're all chicktionary approved…"

The boys nodded as if to say 'Shouldn't they be?'

"Hold up," said Carina, holding her hand out like a traffic warden, "what do you mean when you say 'chicktionary approved'?"

Sirius sighed, shaking his head. "This really isn't you day, is it sweetheart? I mean that all the girls I'm going out with scored over a 6.5 on our scale. Although, Paula received a 6.1, but I let her slide by." He smiled apologetically at the boys, who nodded their assent.

"It's ok," reassured James, "0.4 won't make much of a difference in fifteen minutes."

"Wow, that's extremely generous of you Black," Carina quipped. "You let a 6.1 slide by? That's almost as high as your IQ!"

Sirius frowned at her before rooting around in his school bag and pulling out a blood red book. "What did we rate you again, Carina? Whatever it was, it probably isn't low enough."

He frowned slightly in concentration as he flipped pages. When he found the page he was looking for, his jaw dropped slightly. "How did she get a 9.5? This is out of ten, right?" He turned to his friends in consternation. "Were we all, for some unfathomable reason, hit over the head by a very big rock at the time? We must have been; she should be getting somewhere in the 4-5 range!"

James, Remus, and Peter shook their heads collectively. Remus spoke up. "You're the one who gave her a ten in every bloody category, except Compliments. There, you gave her a 9.95." He stood up and walked around and took the book from Sirius's hands. "See, all out scores are listed here. You're one who threw off our averages!"

Sirius stared at the page in alarm. "This is not possible. I don't think I've given another girl such high scores! Why didn't you slap me out of it? Now this entire page has to be reconfigured!"

"Thanks so much Sirius. That makes me feel a lot better." Secretly, Carina was slightly pleased that she had received such a high score, but then she immediately felt ashamed at getting caught up in the Marauder's idiocy, and tried to talk herself out of it.

As Sirius waved the book around in disquiet, the girls got a glimpse of a picture of Carina, grinning up at them, the dimple in her left cheek all too apparent. 'Carina Leslie Favreaux' was written above her picture in gold script, with a neat line of numbers listed beneath. Beside her picture, her house, age, and year were written, as well as hair and eye color. A list of pros and cons was written beneath her profile. Her score was written under her picture, in red ink, and it was this number that was causing Sirius a lot of trouble.

Lily was caught in between amusement, anger at the chauvinism of it all, and curiosity with regards to her score. But first, there was a more pressing matter at hand. "Are you saying that you have every girl in the entire school in there?"

James shook his head. "Only fourth years and above."

"But that must take ages! Besides, what's all this averages business that Sirius was talking about?" Both Carina and Sierra leaned in closer, curious to know the answer.

"Well, there are ten categories, and each of us gives you marks out of ten for it. Then we average the four, for a final score in that category. After that, we average those scores for a raw score out of ten," explained James. "Get it?"

Lily was marveling at the precise, scientific method they had gone around in accomplishing this Herculean task. Over a hundred girls were in that book, with all their scores computed mathematically and listed specifically.

"Of course, the Slytherins all received negative numbers for their scores," added Peter.

"So what did Lily get?" asked Carina, jerking her head in the redhead's direction.

"Honestly, Carina, it's not like I care what a bunch of hormonal gits rated me." Lily rolled her eyes in a withering manner, but underneath it all, she was slightly curious.

"9.5 as well," stated Remus, after flipping a few pages. Lily's face grinned up from her picture, with 'Lily Audrey Evans' glinting above it.

Carina and Sierra nodded, while Lily tried to look indifferent.

"What?!" expostulated James from across the table. He got up as well, abandoning his dinner to join Remus and Sirius on the other side of the table. "She got a 9.5? That's bloody impossible!"

Remus sighed wearily, before running his finger down a neat column of numbers. "You gave her a ten in almost every category, and 9.9999 in the others." He shook his head at his friend's confused expression.

"Why would I rate her so highly, Remus, why?" asked James, still refusing to believe what he had done.

"Er, because you were infatuated with her when we made this page?" hazarded Remus, with amusement.

"Infatuation?" spluttered James in disbelief. "I was NEVER infatuated with her…"

Sirius, Remus, Peter, Carina, and Sierra all burst into laughter, which did absolutely nothing to appease James or Lily.

"I wasn't! Plus, now that I've seen the light," he glanced scornfully at Lily, "I've decided to change my scores a bit. Ok, Face…" James looked up at Lily closely, and she found herself shrinking from his searching gaze. "Maybe a four, possibly a five…let's put it down as a four-point-five, shall we? Remus, why aren't you writing this down?"

Remus sighed again, before pulling out a quill, and scribbling down James's new score.

"Ok, moving on now. Legs…Lily, do you mind standing up and doing a little twirl. Your skirt will probably flare up, and that will help my evaluation, ok?"

"Are you out of your bloody mind, Potter?" asked Lily, enraged beyond belief. "I will NOT 'stand up and do a little twirl'. What do you take me for?"

"Three."

"What?"

"Remus, did you get that? Face: 4.5. Legs: 3. Now, what's next?" He peered down at the page, and frowned again. "Remus, why is Lily's score only a 9.49 now? Haven't you been writing down my new scores?" The paper had been enchanted to change the final score automatically when the original scores were changed, so Lily's new score was blinking up at them.

"Yes, I have James. We all gave her pretty high scores too…and you haven't finished altering the rest of her scores yet so…."

"Ok, stop right there," said Lily, her voice low, but laced with considerable anger. "I am not going to be part of your ridiculously juvenile scheme. None of those categories are based on things that actually matter, are they Potter?"

Sirius looked frantically down at the paper, before clutching the area above his heart in relief. "Nope, 'Love for Quidditch' and 'Legs' is still on there!"

Lily shot him a derisive look. "'Love for Quidditch'? You consider that to be important? What about personality, or intelligence?"

"What about them?" inquired James. "Am I really going to care about how many OWLS the girl has received before I go to Hogsmeade with her?"

"I really cannot believe you, Potter. It always seems that you're at your most despicable, but then, you sink even lower. You're below a toxic, nuclear waste disposal at the moment; I don't think it's possible to sink any lower. But knowing you Potter, I'm sure you'll find a way. Your utterly egotistical and sexist remarks give you a lower score than Snape, in my eyes, Potter."

James's eyes widened in shock at her last shot, before narrowing in fury: "You know what, Evans? Don't turn bloody sanctimonious and pious on me, ok? Would you go out on a date with someone who looked like a troll? I didn't think so. We're just writing down what we think for reference, so before you go calling us names, take a look in a mirror. Unless, you've cracked them all, already."

The rest of the group looking on in shock, and Lily and James ripped into each other, with no regards to what they were saying. Sierra, in a desperate attempt to change the subject and calm the two down, spoke up. "Hey," she said, shushing the arguing pair, "what's my score?"

James, looked away from Lily, and grabbed the book out of Remus's hands. "Uh," he flipped a few pages, before arriving at the one that said 'Sierra Diane Carlyle' in gold script at the top. "9.75."

"What?" asked Carina and Lily in unison. Lily was beyond hating herself at the moment, but she wanted to know why Sierra had been given a higher score than herself and Carina.

Sierra tried not to look too pleased with herself. "How did I get a higher score?"

James started pacing, glancing down at the page and taking in all the numbers swiftly. "Well, we all docked quite a few points for Height but-"

"What?" cried Sierra, glowering at James from the lofty heights of five feet two inches.

"-but, your position on the Quidditch team worked enormously in your favor, pulling you ahead of these two," finished James, jerking his head at Lily and Carina, not the least bit perturbed by Sierra's outburst.

"What?" It was Lily and Carina this time.

"You docked points because I'm short?"

"She got a higher score than us because she spends three to four nights a week whacking moving balls in the air?"

All four boys moved slightly away, as if expecting to be attacked.

"Now girls, what did I say about catfights?" asked Sirius slowly, looking at each girl in turn in an effort to subdue them.

It didn't work.

"'Whacking moving balls'? At least, I know what those balls are called, and at least I can get into the air, without my fear of heights weighing me down!"

"You promised never to mention that!" Lily cried, affronted.

"Well, guess what? I mentioned it!"

"I do know what the balls are called! There's a waffle, two budgies, and a smitch! Plus, there are seven players." Lily looked extremely proud of herself for remembering this fact.

Carina looked at her friend in wonderment. How was it possible to be so smart, yet so utterly stupid at the same time? "Uh, it's the quaffle, two bludgers, and a snitch. There are seven players, the beaters being the least important." The last bit was uttered contemptuously in Sierra's direction.

"Excuse me?" cried Sierra and Sirius together, fellow beaters on the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

James was too busy lamenting the fact that he had wasted five years on a girl who thought he spent his time searching for a 'smitch'. Boy was he glad that he had realized his mistake.

"It's true…" said Carina, with a shrug of her shoulders.

Sierra shook her head, her wavy, blonde hair flying. "If there wasn't a beater, than the rest of the players would be bloody pulp by now!"

James immediately jumped to his position's defense. "Well, the seeker is the most important player anyway. Without the seeker, the game loses all of its excitement. That's why the snitch is worth a hundred and fifty points, as opposed to a measly ten."

A Gryffindor chaser passing the group, immediately stopped. "It's sad that you people are so deluded," she said, shaking her head. "If there were no Chasers, there would no game. While the Beaters wander 'round trying to hit a stupid moving ball, and James blunders about the pitch trying to a spot, let alone, catch, a miniscule ball with wings, we Chasers keep the game going. If we weren't there, then nobody would want to watch!"

"Ellie, why do even try to pretend that you know what you're talking about?" Sierra snapped.

"Well, Carlyle, it's really not pretending."

"Ok, stop," cried Carina, "we are not mad at each other, we are mad at them." She gazed accusingly at the quartet who shuffled back another step.

"Well then," said Ellie crossly, "figure out your own problems." She walked away to find her boyfriend, a Chaser for the Ravenclaw team, and related what had just happened. The two of them glared darkly at James, Sirius, and Sierra, muttering to each other.

"Let's get back to the matter at hand," said Sierra, facing the Marauders once more. "Let me make this as clear as possible: I am NOT short!"

James hastily tried to placate her. "Not short per say, just petite! Yes, you're petite. It's cute, really."

"I don't want to be cute!" spat Sierra, disgusted with him. "That makes me sound about two years old! Besides, if it's so 'cute', then why would being petite, make me lose points?" demanded Sierra.

"Well, think about it," said Sirius, interrupting the two. "I'm six feet tall, right? So if we were going out, I would be walking around with my arm around someone who would be ten inches shorter than me! TEN inches."

Sierra's eyes narrowed and turned a darker blue than they already were. "You're not six feet, Sirius. You're only 5'11."

"Big deal," said Sirius, rolling his eyes, "that's nine inches taller that you'll ever be."

Sierra head looked liked it was going to implode. Before she could explain to Sirius how exactly she was going to disembowel him and then force him to eat his innards, a foreign voice interrupted.

"Yes, yes, we know you're short. Now can we move to more important matters?"

Sierra turned around to face Amos Diggory, a seventh year from Hufflepuff. A coherent thought had barely crossed her mind, when she brought her knee up in a swift motion.

James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter, all winced, feeling bad for the boy, but infinitely glad that it wasn't them. Lily and Carina just looked on, smirking imperceptibly.

"OWWW!" he screamed, doubled over in pain, wheezing and clutching his crotch. "What is wrong with you?!"

"What was that?" asked Sierra, bringing her hand up to her ear. "Didn't quite hear that, do you mind speaking up? It's just that you're bent over, and I really can't hear you seeing as how I'm so much taller."

Diggory just glared at her, before drawing himself up to his full height. "I wasn't even talking to you, O' Short One."

He swiftly moved out of the way, and turned to face a bemused Lily. "Will you go to Hogsmeade with me?"

Sirius grinned. "Wise choice Diggory, a 9.5!" Diggory just grinned and nodded, since he knew about the chicktionary. Almost every male in the castle did.

"Actually," said James, "it's a 9.49, and correcting!" He bent over the chicktionary once more, scribbling away with his quill, his tongue sticking out of his mouth.

Lily sighed disgustedly and for Sierra's benefit said, "I don't date people over six feet."

Amos looked floored at her rejection, and tried to look indifferent before walking away; trying to pretend that he didn't care that he had been rejected. He failed miserably.

Sierra settled back down between Lily and Carina to eat her dinner in peace, grinning widely at her friend.

O.o.O.o.O.o.O

A/N: Please review! They ALWAYS brighten up our day, and we really do want to hear your opinions on the movie, the book...oh, and this chapter as well. :D Plus, if you review, we'll post the next chapter up sooner and quite a LOT happens in the next chapter…let's just say that Halloween is never quite the same with James and Lily around.

Cheers,

Caeruleus Libellus

PS: Oh, and bonus points go to those reviewers who can guess how tall we BOTH are (we really are almost the same height, lol)!