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Matchmaking?

Sirius was ready for his first practice as director. He was very lucky he didn't have Crabbe or Goyle in his group. They were pure idiots, and Sirius had a feeling they didn't know their left from their right.

Still, Sirius had to whip this bunch into shape. Which was why he was wearing boots, a vest, a beret, and those weird director pants with the stuffed hips. Or were they not stuffed? Whatever, Sirius had them stuffed. He also had a clipboard, and a megaphone.

"Padfoot…" James said apprehensively, eying the megaphone. "Why do you need the megaphone? We're only in the common room."

"I need it for the look!"

"The look?"

"Yeah, the directors look!"

"Okay…" James made a motion to take away the megaphone.

"NO! MY MEGAPHONE!"

"Special…" James muttered, as they turned to the others.

The others were already near the fire, and chatting happily. Mary and Alice were cheering on Evan and Frank in their game of Exploding Snap. Remus and Lily were reading books, Marlene was painting Peter's nails (who was asleep at the moment), with a smirk on her face.

Sirius stared. They were supposed to be a cast! Not a bunch of lazy layabouts!

"No!" he yelled, suddenly, causing everyone to look at him (except for Peter, who was asleep, and Marlene who had moved on to his lipstick). "What are you doing? You're supposed to be getting ready for practice! Going over lines! Not reading Hamlet!"

Sirius had grabbed Lily's book, and looking at it in disgust.

"Give me back my book! Now!" Lily cried at him.

"NO!"

Sirius was getting dangerously close to the fire.

"Black! Hand it over!"

"Never!"

James sighed. "Sirius. Hand over the book. It's not nice to steal and destroy personal property."

Sirius ignored him, and reached to open the gates to the fire. James shook his head in annoyance. He pulled back a grumbling Sirius, and wrenched the book from his grasp, handing it over to Lily.

"Thanks, James," Lily said, smiling shyly at him.

James felt his face turning a bit red, and turned away.

"Aren't you supposed to be practicing?" asked a voice from behind everyone.

Sirius jumped around, startled, to see Celestina smirking on the staircase.

"Aren't you supposed to be in bed?" retorted Sirius.

"Before dinner? I think not."

"Oops."

Mary smiled at Celestina, and replied, "I think we'll start practicing. Now."

Everyone got up, groaning things about actually having to do work. Sirius positioned everyone in a starting position, and was about to speak, when Celestina interrupted again.

"What about Peter?"

"Right…. OI! PETER! WAKEY-WAKEY!"

Celestina rolled her eyes, as Peter sat up groggily. Every one stifled their laughter. He was totally covered in make-up, thanks to Marlene.

"Wha'd I miss?"

"Nothing," Sirius responded. "Alright, now, James, you have the first line. I want you to speak it with emotion! Passion!"

"Yeah. I want to see you do that," snorted Marlene.

"How do I say 'where are the customers' with passion?" James sniggered.

"I AM DIRECTOR! RESPECT ME! MUA-HA!"

"Okay…"

The rest of the run-through happened in the same fashion, and Sirius yelled the same thing many times.

"You're all insane!" Remus yelled.

"Alright. Good run through, people," Sirius said, clearly bored.

Celestina scurried over to him, and stood on her tip-toes to whisper something in his ear, as he bent over. When she finished, Sirius grinned madly.

"Thanks, Celestina. Now, everyone in the flirting part, come with me. I want to practice that part again. James, Lily, you stay there, you're offstage during that. Remus, you come too. You're onstage during that."

James and Lily stayed standing where they had been, as everyone else made their way over to another clear patch in the room.

"What are we supposed to do, Sirius?" James called.

"I don't know! Study your lines!"

Lily looked over at James. "That sounds good," she shrugged.

The two flopped down onto the couch behind them, turning in, to each other.

As they watched James and Lily talking to each other, Sirius motioned for everyone he was with to sit down. Celestina joined them on the ground.

"Why-"

"Shhhh!" Sirius shushed Alice.

Alice spoke again, in a low whisper, "Why aren't we practicing?"

"I have a proposition for you all," Sirius replied.

'What?"

"Who here thinks Lily and James are meant for each other?

Surprisingly (or maybe not) everyone raised his or her hand.

"And who thinks they can't realize this?"

Again, every hand was raised.

"Now, I feel that we should get them together. What about you?"

There was a general murmur of agreement. Celestina spoke up, "I know I've only been here for a month, but I've seen enough to know they are meant for each other. Completely."

Mary and Marlene high fived Celestina, and Sirius patted her on the back. "You are a rare example of a cool first year. Most are rude, nose picking swots."

Everyone laughed at this.

"But, how are we going to get them together?" Alice pondered.

"I know!" exclaimed Sirius. "Oysters!"

"I don't want to know how that works out," muttered Remus.

"Oh, it's simple, really. You just-"

"DON'T WANT TO KNOW!"

"Aw man…"

Sirius kept pouting, as they thought on how to get the two together.

"Celestina," Alice started. "You like singing, right?"

"Yeah, how does that relate to anything, though?"

"Well, I don't know when, but when they're really close, sing them a nice ballad, or something. It could help. I'm not sure."

Celestina looked thoughtful. "That could work, you know."

"Yeah! You shove them into a closet!" Sirius exclaimed happily.

"No," replied Marlene, who was speaking as though patiently explaining the sky was blue to a stubborn toddler. "They would kill us for that. At least, Lily would."

"Man!"

"Well, we might do it later."

Everyone looked at Celestina, shocked.

"When they grow closer," Celestina shrugged.

"Can we go back, now?' whined Sirius.

"After we give them enough time," Marlene explained, again.

They sat there quietly for a while, until Remus asked, "Marlene, why do you and Lily seem to hate Camilla?"

"Where did that come up from?"

"I was just thinking back to the day…"

"Do you really want to know?" Marlene asked, nervously.

Remus nodded, with the other six people sitting there.

Marlene sighed. "Well, Alice, Mary, you know how Lily and I didn't really become friends with you until the end of second year?"

The two girls nodded.

"Well, before you, we were friends with Camilla Brown."

The girls gasped.

"She's a man-stealer!" Alice spluttered.

"She's an ice bitch!" Mary said, distastefully.

"I know; she's a right arse. But, she was nice back then. We were completely mean back then. But then, both Lily and Camilla got a crush on-"

"Me?" Sirius offered.

"James, actually."

Every single person their let their jaw drop.

"James started showing his feelings for Lily, though. And Camilla got really jealous. She started mocking Lily. After James completed that stunt with the giant squid at the beginning of second, Camilla slapped Lily, and never spoke to her again. That's really why Lily started hating James. She was angry he had ruined their friendship. So, she convinced herself he was an arrogant toerag."

Everyone was thoroughly shocked.

Frank was the first to recover. "Do you think she still likes him?"

"Deep down inside? Yes."

Everyone fell back into shock. This was huge news. Lily had never shown she even knew James existed (other than the times she cruelly turned him down) before seventh year. But, she had to this year.

"Can we shove them into a closet yet?" Sirius soon whined.

Marlene shook her head, obviously exasperated.

Celestina, on the other hand, peeked up over the couch. "Hm. We're getting close, actually."

Everyone scurried to peek over the couch, and eavesdrop on the two.

"I can't get this!"

"James. It's so simple! Everything you say is basically the same basis! You could improvise it!"

"Ugh… Lily, I'm horrible at this! If I ever do another play, you have my full permission to avada kedavra me!"

Lily could be heard giggling.

"It's not funny!"

"James, it is. You can't get one short sentence down in ten minutes!"

"Meh."

It could easily be seen the two were very close. They realized this, and scooted apart, both with pink cheeks.

"Do you really want us to play this game?" Lily laughed.

"I could do better, if Padfoot was a good director!"

"Well, Sirius is pretty mental."

"I HEARD THAT!"

AN: Hope you liked it. When I looked at the reviews, everyone (and I mean everyone) wrote the same thing (because she was a ). It was so unanimous! But, finally, someone said they used to be friends, and I decided to compromise. Review!