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Last week (alright, maybe it was more than a week) on The Devil Wears Quidditch Gear (Oh, goodness, I sound like a TV show) — "Well, that explains why you haven't had to do any yet," Lily began, unable to stop herself, "everything that comes out of your mouth is nothing but useless, unintelligent garbage."…….."At least it's better than being a lousy Beater," James retorted quickly, eyes flashing……. "You were using him," Remus finally said, bringing out his own wand and igniting it as well……….."Now, Miss Evans, it appears that Mister Potter has set you a detention," McGonagall began promptly, peering at her student……… "Out after hours…I think I just might have to give you a detention, Potter."……….."Looking forward to detention with Prongs on Monday, Evans?" Sirius called out.
Chapter 21: One Dare Doesn't Win a Bet…But Two Can
It had become clear knowledge, to a certain redhead anyways, that whenever a person is waiting for a certain event to occur on the edge of their seats that time seems to slow down, causing the aforementioned person to go crazy with anticipation. The polar opposite of that phenomena was, of course, when a person is absolutely dreading something—like having to attend one of Slughorn's revolting Slug Club meetings, for example—and clocks seem to speed up. Before the person even blinks, the cause of their gut-wrenching dread is upon them, flying towards them upon a world class broomstick dubbed the Starshooter.
And, in Lily Evan's case, this was not an exaggeration.
In exactly twenty three hours, fifteen minutes, and twenty-three seconds Lily was going to have to survive a detention with none other than James Potter. There was a constant knot of anxiety in her stomach which only ever loosened slightly when, curiously enough, she was around the Chaser. No, and it certainly wasn't because he calmed her down—like he used to—no, James bloody Potter did not affect any part of her body…except for the part of her system that produced her anger hormones.
For the past two days, which had sped by incredibly fast (so much so that she'd even questioned whether or not the Marauders had messed with her watch), Lily had been wondering how the heck she'd gotten into this predicament. The only answer she had come up with was that fate must really have something against her. For real, what were the odds that Potter would give her a detention, and she would just happened to give him one, and McGonagall would schedule them both for Monday at six in her office? It was just absurd.
"If it's that big of a problem," Marlene had remarked Saturday afternoon, "why not just go talk to McGonagall about it?"
Lily had just crossed her arms and legs and had stuck her nose back into her book in silence. She could not go plead to her professor. How immature would that be? That was something she'd expect from Potter, not herself. Besides, she had an odd feeling that it had been no mistake that McGonagall had made their detentions for the same night.
Curse teachers who felt like they needed to intervene within their students' lives.
Things between the two head students had neither improved nor worsened. Most of Hogwarts, and even some of the teachers, were amazed at how quickly the couple's relationship had shifted down the social spectrum. What was worse was that most of them had sided with James, seeing as it appeared that Lily had led him on for months only to break his heart. Which, to some extent, is what had happened but the students didn't know that Potter's new behavior was due to the loss of gold and not the loss of a girl.
Pompous dung-brain.
There was another thing bothering Lily, though, which caused her to twist in bed at night and to have nightmares about treacle tart for some strange reason; every time she came within a few feet of Potter something inside of her seemed to…drop. It was like the sight of him caused her stomach to vanish and reappear at her feet. She tried not to dwell on it, however, because it would most likely only lead to an answer that she had tried to stray away from for quite some time now.
As for the treacle tart filled dreams…those perplexed her just as much as the next person.
So, come Sunday afternoon, Lily was sitting outside under a large oak tree, bundled up in her scarf and sweater, reading a book while trying to ignore the knot of dread pulsing in her gut. She had just finished the chapter entitled "How to Prepare for the N.E.W.T. Examination for Advanced Charms" when the sound of fallen, dead leaves crunching underneath someone's trainers broke the chilly silence.
"Hey, Evans."
Lily sighed deeply, recalling every bit of patience she had in her body. After folding the corner of her page, she placed her helpful N.E.W.T. practice book (which had become somewhat of her Bible over the past few weeks) beside her on the frost-bitten ground.
"Hullo, Black."
Sirius grinned eerily and flopped down beside the redhead. She glanced at him, fearing for why he had come out here looking for her of all people. They'd never really gotten on well—except for the time that he'd revealed that he wanted her to stay on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, but Lily knew the secret motive that had been behind that one.
There was a stiff silence, broken only by Sirius, who had coughed into his hand before picking up Lily's heavy book and flipping through it. "Should've known you would've already started studying," he commented, chuckling to himself as he handed her back the book.
She shot him a look, not sure if that had been a smack on her studious nature or just an innocent observation. Knowing Black, Lily was certain it was the former. "Did you come out here for a reason?" she asked him, pulling her jacket tighter around herself against the late winter gusts.
"Heard about what happened at practice the other day," Sirius began without hesitation, watching her with a smirk that made her want to hex his face off.
Oh, Merlin, here he goes.
"What about it?" Lily inquired against her better judgment.
"I think," he began, facing her, "you were too hard on him."
Lily blinked. Once. Twice. Thrice. "You're joking," she said.
He peered at her. "No…"
Her breaths came out as puffs of fog, her warm breath mixing with the cold air. "I'm sure that whatever Potter said to you showed him in a much better light than what the reality of the situation had been."
The handsome bloke smiled slightly, admitting a laugh that made Lily feel like some stupid, naïve school girl. "You undermined his authority as captain," Sirius pointed out, "and I don't think he appreciated that much."
She had done what?! "Undermined his authority?" she repeated hysterically, "What authority? You can't have authority if you don't earn respect!"
"He thought he had," Sirius admitted calmly. Though Lily's voice had risen to quite a loud volume, Sirius's had remained quite neutral, as if he were telling a very interesting bedtime story.
Prat.
Her hands were beginning to shake. The heat in her body was beginning to rise. "Excuse me?" she asked wildly. "If it hadn't been for his blasted whistle—"
"—he wouldn't need a whistle if he didn't have to try to tame someone like you, Evans," Sirius smirked, crossing his arms casually and regarding her like she was the most interesting animal in a petting zoo that he'd ever seen.
"And what is that supposed to mean?" she shot back, completely fed up with this conversation already. She grabbed her book and clutched it to her chest, preparing her things so she could leave at a moment's notice.
Sirius shrugged and clasped his hands together. "Let's face it, Evans. You're not the best player around."
That's when Lily snapped. Twzzing! She scrambled up from the ground, in her haste almost tripping over the tree's roots, and snapped one of her hands to her hips. He mimicked her and stood up as well. They faced each other, a mere five inches apart; Lily's breathing was quick and shallow. How dare he—why was he still trying to dismantle her? The filthy bet was over, hook, line, and sinker! Was it just in his nature to be rude, inconsiderate…well, he was Sirius Black.
"And you're not the smartest guy around; now that we have that settled, why don't you just go off and try to find more ways to be chucked into Azkaban."
Vroom! Just like that his face drained of all color and he took a step closer to the petit redhead. "What did you just say?" he asked threateningly, which reminded her a lot of Remus when he was accusing her of snitching on the Marauders' secrets, which, in return, only heightened her frenzy and made her crack like an egg on a sidewalk.
"The bet is over, Black!" she yelled in his face, throwing her hands up in the air. "It's bloody over so quit following me!"
She glared at him for a moment longer, thinking about all the consequences that would probably come from what she had just said—but right now she didn't give a rat's fart—before she turned on her heel and marched away.
"Evans!"
Her steps quickened as she could hear him bumbling along behind her. "Evans, Evans, stop!"
It turned out that her pace just hadn't been speedy enough. Her small, quick steps just weren't enough to outrun Sirius's long legs. His large hand wrapped around her wrist and he spun her—he was gentler than she would have thought him to be—so she was facing him once again.
His mysterious eyes were watching her carefully, the dark pupils shaking ever-so-slightly as they focused intensely on her face. "What did you just say?" he asked her, shaking her softly as if he was just so tremendously anxious to hear her words a second time.
Merlin, she was helpless. Everyone who had brains had stayed indoors today—the windy chills not very pleasing to the students—and Lily, as she met Sirius's gaze, half-wished that she had stayed inside as well.
"I know about the bet, Black," she said.
Before this moment she had expected that if any of the Marauders ever found out that she'd been clued in from the start, they would have literally blown their tops. Okay, maybe not that much of an extreme, but she would have expected them to have had more of a reaction than Sirius Black was showing now. He was simply standing there, holding her wrist, looking at her innocently, which was such an ironic word to use around any of the Marauders anyways.
"Bet?" he questioned smartly with the classic look of 'Who? Me?'. "What is the meaning of that word?" he played confidently, winking charmingly while he grinned.
Nasty bugger. Didn't he know that this was no time for winks, grins, or confidence?
"Oh, come on," she complained. When Sirius just continued to look at her blankly, Lily caved. "The one with Potter, me, Quidditch…ring a bell?"
With a joyous, and very over-played, snap of his fingers, Sirius nodded. "Oh, that bet. Yeah, so?" he asked her.
If she had had her wand Black would have been on the ground, crawling his way back up to the castle with tentacles sprouting from his body. Her jaw practically dropped in disbelief as her cheeks flushed angrily. "So?" she repeated, her voice reaching its hysterical screech once again, "that's all you have to say? You bloody toy with my emotions, and you aren't even embarrassed to admit it?"
All the while, Sirius's eyes remained void of any type of recognition. Did he honestly have no clue why she was so upset? Could he really be that stupid? Impossible. Well, it was clear knowledge that she had considered him daft on more than one occasion, but honestly! She stood up straight, her eyes wide, her face red, the wind blowing her hair around like a flipping kite, and he had the nerve to just stand there.
"Your feelings?" he asked her, putting a hand to his head and pushing his hair back into place in a rather atypical confused manner. "What in the name of Merlin's Y-fronts are you on about, Evans?"
What. The. Hell. He wasn't joking. He really didn't have a clue. There was no way they were on the same page here. "What are you talking about?" she asked back. Major confusion. What was going on?
"I thought we were talking about Prongs's and my Quidditch bet," he replied.
Quidditch bet? Not Lily bet? But Quidditch bet? The bet she had overhead had things to do with Quidditch but that had only been after her friends had dared her to try out for the team…way after Potter and Black had made the bet.
Maybe it was a code name…
Nah…that was just idiotic.
Then again it was the Marauders…
No, something was not right. Nothing was adding up.
Oh, for the love of Godric Gryffindor…
"Evans? Evans? Oi, Lily!"
The sound of Sirius saying her first name caused her to snap out of her thoughts. Her mind was spinning, like she'd just been thrust into the Black Lake and the giant squid was having a laugh by chucking her around with its many slimy, suction-cupped tentacles. She gulped some air, the coldness of it freezing her voice box. "W-what," she stopped, swallowed, and got control of her stutter. "What was your Quidditch bet, Black?"
For the first time, Sirius looked worried for the girl in front of him. His eyes were narrowed in thought slightly and he dropped her wrist. "It was all in good fun, I mean, Prongs is my best mate and—" he broke off, staring at Lily. "Wait a second; you thought that the bet had to do with you?" he questioned.
"Black!" she interrupted, "just answer my question!"
It was obvious he didn't like to be told what to do because his jaw twitched in annoyance. In the end, he must have decided that it wouldn't be best to challenge the Head Girl, especially when she was clearly distraught. He drew in a deep breath, probably just to make her squirm a bit longer, before he, figuratively speaking of course, dropped the Knight Bus on her skull.
"I bet Prongs five galleons that he would lead his Quidditch team to a loss this season," Sirius explained offhandedly, waving his wrist as if it wasn't really that important.
Lily began to hyperventilate and she literally felt all the blood rush from her face to her pinky toes. Oh, sweet mother…
Sirius trying to psyche her out…the outcome of the bet depending on whether they made it to the semi-finals…Potter encouraging her that she'd play well…
Oh no.
"…I mean, it was his first year being captain, you should have seen how nervous the git was…" he broke off, realizing that Lily had stopped digesting his words at 'Quidditch team.'
Lily also assumed he must have noticed her swaying because he grabbed her right arm tightly to steady her. "Hey, are you alright?" he asked.
She gulped down a mouthful of the frosty air once again. "You mean, Potter's not an insensitive prick?" she found herself asking quietly, hoping beyond hopes that she hadn't misinterpreted the bet because that would mean—
Oh, jeez, she really had broken his heart!
No, no, it was just a crush. It's not like he was in love with her, for Merlin's sake. He probably already had gotten over it? No heart breaking…no. Heart breaking. Bad. And he had been so sweet, so nice, so—
Holy crap! She really did like James Potter.
"Merlin, Evans," Sirius said, his eyes suddenly wide as he put two and two together, "you didn't think that Prongs asked you out on a bet, did you?"
All Lily could do was nod her head like a freakin' bobble-head in the back seat of a station wagon loaded down with three kids and cockerel spaniel named Poochy. Sirius began swearing to himself before he grabbed Lily's shoulders and forced her to look at him. All Lily really saw was a blob of peach with a mop of black sitting atop it. Panic mode, panic mode…what was she going to do…where was she going to hide? Wait, hide? Her? Oh blast her stubborn pride! She just wanted to go curl up in her duvet covers and scream into her pillow.
"But—but…I heard you guys…mentioned my name, 'Evans' you kept saying," Lily told him desperately, hoping beyond anything that he was about to begin to do a little jig while singing 'April Fools' over and over again.
He looked at her closely again, and she could tell that the wheels were turning in his head. "Yeah…couldn't have been Amelia Evans, no?" he asked her a little cheekily, still content on messing with her when she was clearly having some sort of emotional breakdown. "When Prongs booted her off I thought I had the bet in the bag…"
Sirens began going off in her head. Oh, Merlin… all of the conversations she had overheard between the Marauders began replaying in her head like a rather horrible piece of movie film. Her breathing became heavy. Had they really been talking about Amelia? Oh no, oh no. She was losing it. Someone needed to slap her! Where were her friends when she needed them?
And dear Godric, how had it not hit her before that she and Amelia shared a common last name?
"Evans, listen to me," Sirius commanded of her, the smirk finally dying from his face as he watched the Head Girl fight with her inner thoughts—she must have looked like a downright scary woman for Sirius to take this seriously—"He's been a right mess this past week."
A weird gurgle in her throat was the only reply Sirius received. He swore again. "Stay with me, Evans!" he pleaded, like she was on her deathbed heading towards the infamous light. "You…" he left his thoughts hanging as he watched Lily's face change from red, to white, to even a slight purplish color. It was clear to Lily—even in her bizarre state of mind—that Sirius obviously didn't have a clue about how to handle the situation.
How many times would a seventeen year old bloke find himself in a situation like this?
Odds were a million zillion to one.
"Merlin, woman, you've got problems," he told her, guiding her by the shoulders into the castle.
Lily's head snapped and she punched him in the arm. Insults to her psyche were her stimulants. "I'm perfectly capable of walking myself, thank you," she told him briskly, wrenching her shoulders from his grasp, greatly surprising Sirius who had come to think she was incapable of rendering anything coherent.
Masking his surprise at her blunt return to normal behavior, Sirius fell into step with her. "That may be so," he reckoned, nodding, "but, if you ask me, you need my help."
No, what I need isDorcas…I need Marlene…Godric, where's Alice? "Good thing I'm not asking you then," she retorted, a quarter of her mind focused on dealing with this 'Sirius' nuisance (the fact that she'd just made a pun on Sirius's name was proof enough to how addled her brain was) and the other three-quarters still trying to wrap around the fact that…she had made up the friggin' bet!
"You, my dear, have royally screwed up," he replied, taking a long stride and stopping right in front of her, blocking her path.
Common room; get to the common room. What was she going to do? What if she ran into Jame—Potter? Oh, the humiliation. Her heart was pumping like a fat hippogriff who'd just galloped—wait, did hippogriffs even gallop?—a mile. "Sod off, Black," she told him, stepping rapidly to the right.
Once again, he mimicked her motions. "You liked him, didn't you?" he asked her coyly.
Don't you dare start blushing, Lily Evans.And since when had Sirius Black become so darn observational and clever. It was like he'd been reading the 'Ask Celeste' column in the advice section of the Daily Prophet or something.
"Go away," Lily told him, this time hopping to the left, hoping for a better chance of getting her butt out of there.
No such luck. He had kippered off to the left a split nanosecond after she had. Curse him and his impressive reflexives. "But you thought he was joking…" he continued analyzing the situation.
She was starting to panic now as Sirius stood there picking apart the details of her life for the past few months. If he found out what had happened it would only be about five seconds until James (blast it, his name is Potter!) tracked her down. And right now she'd rather face You-Know-Who himself, and his pack of Death Eaters, than discuss this truly messed up situation with James Potter.
"Black, I swear, if you don't move—"
"—If you thought you knew all along though, why did you actually tolerate him?"
Sirius was looking at her attentively, almost like she was a scrap of paper that held scribbles of a plan for a wonderful prank. There was no way she was going to spill anything else to this guy any longer. Her trap was remaining firmly shut. "Go screw yourself, Black," she said, before faking a right and then reversing to the left, successfully making her away around Sirius's six foot frame.
Thankfully, he didn't' stop her. She supposed he was too busy trying to get his brain back into the function of actually thinking about something to try to figure it out. That, or he was whisking off to find James. Oh, bugger, she was in for it.
And for goodness sake, what had she done in life to deserve this type of punishment? Had she done something terrible in her past life? Perhaps been Grindelwald, died, and had been reincarnated in a witch's body? There had been no bet that had anything to do directly with her! James had been genuine the entire time!
Heck, she had known he couldn't have been that good of an actor!
More importantly, she really had fallen for the toerag!
OO
"I mean, what am I going to do? Where am I going to eat? I can't starve! Oh, no, what about lessons? This is N.E.W.T. year!"
Lily was currently pacing her dormitory floor; she would be surprised if she hadn't worn her footprints into the wooden surface by now. Luckily, the common room had been Marauder-free when she entered…actually, she wouldn't know because, after leaving Black, she had made a detour back outside—to the Quidditch pitch to be precise—and had flown into her dormitory by way of broomstick.
Quite ingenious she had thought.
"First of all, you are going to eat in the great hall, like a normal person," commented Marlene simply.
Thanks for that, Marlene, because Potter definitely wouldn't ever be there. Food beckons blokes, another fact that had become clear knowledge over the years.
"Second of all, you're probably more prepared for exams than all the seventh years combined, so don't worry about lessons," Dorcas continued as she chomped away on her piece of Drooble's chewing gum.
Lily turned and glared. "I cannot skip out on lessons!" she declared wildly as if Dorcas had been the one who had suggested the absurd idea in the first place.
Pop. Dorcas's bubble had burst and as she picked the remaining bits of sticky residue off of her face, she chuckled. "See? Knew the talk of N.E.W.T.'s would bring her back to reality," she said, getting up off of her bed only to push Lily down onto it. "Now, you need to reorganize your courageous strategies, girl."
Alice nodded. "I mean, we love you and all, but there's no way we are going to cater food to you," she joked.
Psh. Some friends.
"Okay, think of it like a Quidditch game," Dorcas began, Accio-ing a piece of parchment from her trunk. She began drawing squiggly lines and odd symbols all over it.
Marlene, Alice, and even Lily, who knew Quidditch talk, looked at Dorcas like she had just declared that she wished to work with dragons for the rest of her life. "Dorcas, I don't think now is the best time—" Marlene began but was silenced by her blonde friend.
"Potter," Dorcas began, ignoring her friends' odd stares as she drew a circle with a large P in the center, "is your Bludger. You," she created a stick-person with long hair, "are the Beater. Now, you've kept him in sight during the game but, when he got too close, you smacked him in the opposite direction."
Honestly, Lily thought this was about the most useless thing she'd ever heard, but for some odd reason she was paying rapt attention like this was a charms lesson or something equally as important. Marlene was rolling her eyes with Alice in the background. "Okay, so you've just hit the Bludger away from you, but the opposing team has hexed it to stick to you," Dorcas drew a weird looking arrow between the 'P' and the 'L'. "Now, what do you do?"
Lily looked from the paper, to Dorcas, to Marlene and then to Alice, that last two who were sitting on the floor with looks that clearly said they hadn't followed one word of whatever Dorcas had been saying. "Uh…hit him again?" Lily asked uncertainly.
"What's the point if he'll just come back?" Dorcas questioned inquiringly.
Oh, please, Dorcas couldn't be considering that she should actually talk to Potter, could she? "But if I don't hit him, then he hits me, and I end up in the hospital wing with a broken appendage," Lily countered, trying to stay away from the whole 'discuss your feelings' option.
The blonde Chaser shook her head, shaking her quill at Lily, splattering blue ink over her bedspread. "Not if you charm him back to normal."
As if to prove the point that they had no idea what was going on, Alice looked up from a stain on the floor that had aptly caught her attention. "I thought we were talking about a Bludger?"
Lily and Dorcas chose to ignore this, for at least they knew what was going on. "Dorcas, I just can't," Lily admitted, throwing her hands up in defeat. "I mean, I practically ripped out his heart, hit it with my Beater bat, and then fed it to the squid…he's not too happy with me."
"And you're obviously not so great without him," Dorcas concluded.
Her stricken gaze that had resulted from what Dorcas had just voiced caused Marlene to contribute to the conversation. "We're not as slow as you think, Lils," she said, flicking a speck of dust off of her jeans. Lily thought that was a bit rich, considering the way this whole conversation had seemed to get lost somewhere between Marlene's ears and brain.
"You need to fix this mess, otherwise these 'I'm better than you are' Quidditch practices will drive the team to suicide," Dorcas added.
Talk to Potter? Admitting she'd been wrong? Revealing that—oh, look, surprise!—she really had fallen for him and not some fake fore-front he'd put up? Right. Asking her to talk to James was like asking Hagrid—the school's ground keeper—to give up his strange fascination with dangerous, bordering on the line of vicious, creatures.
"I can't," she said, holding her hands up in defense.
Her friends all glanced at each other; Lily felt uneasy. There they went communicating behind her back…again! This never turned out well for her.
"Alice, care to do the honors?" Marlene asked, making a grand show out of it…whatever it was.
"Why, of course," Alice answered, grinning widely.
Yep, this definitely wasn't going to turn out well. Lily began to regret ever sharing her conversation with Black with them…"What are you three—?"
"If you won't do it willingly—" Dorcas began.
"Then we'll dare you," Alice finished. Lily swore under her breath, remembering the charm placed on all dares by the Gryffindor girls – if she didn't own up and do this—whatever this was—she'd have to go and declare undying love for, and kiss, Severus Snape.
Blast it. Her friends were cruel.
Three of the four girls were smiling like they'd just won the million galleon sweepstakes. The last one of the four—it can easily be guessed as to which one it was—was struggling to restrain her desire to hop back onto the school broom she had borrowed and zoom out that open window, not stopping until she hit Bulgaria.
"You've got to be joking? Haven't we learnt our lesson?" Lily pleaded, eyes wide.
"Yes, which is why we must set it right now," Marlene said swiftly, following Lily's gaze and hastily closing the window of their dormitory with a snap.
Merlin, they weren't yanking her wand. They were dead serious. Out of a nervous habit she glanced at her watch.
She nearly jumped out of the window anyways, prepared to smash through the glass and all.
Only eleven hours, seven minutes, and fifty-nine seconds until her detention with Jam—Potter! For the love of Merlin, his name was Potter!
See? Told you Sirius would be telling the truth! Sirius really is a nice guy...he just really wanted to win that bet. Gosh, boys.
Well, I hope you had fun reading! Thanks to Sunny, my fantastic, wonderful beta who took time out of her busy schedule to edit this!
Next Chapter: Lily and James have quite a lot of stuff, for lack of a better term, to sort out...oh, and they both have detention...on the same night...at the same time. Oh, McGonagall really is a smarty...
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--HeyLookTheSnitch