Main Characters: James/Lily and the Marauders
Prompt: "Will somebody please tell me what is going on!?"
Setting: Gryffindor Common Room, Marauders' seventh year
"Will somebody please tell me what is going on!?"
Everywhere Lily went, people seemed to be whispering. They would snigger behind their hands, and then quickly look away as she glared at them. Is this what it had come down to? Just because she was Head Girl now, all the other girls felt the need to whisper and gossip about her as she went by?
But with a toss of her flaming red hair, Lily continued on her way. They were just jealous, of course. Jealous because she was Head Girl and not them; Jealous because she was an O-grade N.E.W.T student. Or, at least, she would be once June came around.
Striding confidently through the castle, ignoring the increasing whispers from surrounding students, Lily eventually arrived at the Gryffindor Common Room. There was a pair of first-years stranded outside who'd clearly forgotten the password. She smiled at them sweetly.
"Hibiscus," Lily told the Fat Lady, who swung the door open immediately.
"Thanks, Miss," one of the girls exclaimed gratefully.
The other, however, was squinting at her Head Girl badge. "Are you Head Girl?" she asked in breathless wonder.
"Yeah, that's right," Lily said proudly. "Lily Evans."
As soon as she told them her name, the two girls' eyes widened, and they squealed in what appeared to be delight, before clambering through the portrait hole. Well, that was odd, Lily thought as she too climbed through the portrait hole.
Inside the common room, it seemed as though every Gryffindor was squashed in there all at once, all of them looking at her breathlessly. A few people at the back were craning their necks to try and get a better look.
This was beyond odd. This was downright creepy, not to mention very unnerving. Lily scanned the room, ignoring the staring, in search for familiar faces. To her right, she found her group of friends. They too were watching her intently and smiling far too happily than they usually did. It was very suspicious—they knew something that she didn't.
"Alright, Lils?" Sirius Black asked with a casual smirk. He was lying across on of the biggest armchairs in the room, legs dangling over one of the arms.
Lily glared at Sirius. Unless she was very much mistaken, he and his fellow Marauders were up to something. Something that everybody in the school knew about, apart from her.
"Will somebody please tell me what is going on!?" she demanded, putting her hands on her hips. She wasn't playing games anymore—this was just too creepy.
"I'll tell you what's going on," said a voice from somewhere in the empty space before her. Lily jumped back. Who had spoken? There wasn't anybody there.
And then, a rather odd thing happened. James Potter seemed to materialise from thin air, pulling off his invisibility cloak and grinning broadly. For some reason, he looked absolutely chuffed to pieces.
"James?" Lily asked uncertainly, suddenly noticing the large bouquet or red roses he clutched in his hand. "What's going on?"
The whole room seemed to hold their breath.
With an encouraging wink from Sirius, James strode over to Lily, offering her the flowers, saying, "I'm asking you to be my girlfriend."