Dear Diary,
It's maddening to think just how close Leona and James Potter came to
falling madly in love. Any idiot could see that they belong together... and
they would be already if it weren't for that awful Lily Evans! She started
going out with James just a few weeks ago and now she thinks she owns him or
something! Well, James belongs to Leona (it's OBVIOUS isn't it?) so now
we're going to have to find a way to get Lily out of the picture. And fast.
Hattie sucked at the end of her quill, trying to think of a brilliant plan
that would destroy Lily and bring James and Leona together. Nothing came.
She sighed in frustration. She had been trying to break them up from the
second she had learned that they were going out, but all her plans had
failed miserably. She had tried dressing Leona up in her flashiest robes and
wizarding jewelry, but James hadn't given her a second look. He still had
eyes for that wretched Lily Evans who wore NO make-up, NO jewely and the
only robes she owned were her black school ones which had NO style at all.
Hattie couldn't understand it. James and Leona belonged together, any fool
could see that, and he was certainly not going to be stolen by some
red-haired midget that nobody even knew.
Hattie sighed, shut her diary and took out her Potions book. She had to
complete a very nasty essay on Sleep Potions and she hadn't even started
yet.
Now if only I had a good Love Potion, Hattie mused as she flipped through
the pages. That would fix that Lily up good and proper. Suddenley, she
stopped. The answer to her problems and life ambition had been sitting right
in front of her face. Literally.
Hattie smirked and got up. The Potions essay could wait. She had some
serious planning to do.
*****
"This meeting will now come to order," Hattie said, drawing herself up
importantly. The other Hufflepuffs were grouped on the floor in the
dormitory, looking up at her expectantly. They'd all had to drop what they
were doing as soon as Hattie had announced there was to be a meeting, but
they didn't mind at all because anything Hattie said was sure to be most
brilliant and inspire deep and meaningful thoughts about life and stuff.
Going clockwise from Hattie there was Leona, a very large girl with long
dark hair and eyes, Grenda who was small and skinny with tight little curls
that encircled her face, and Mirabel who had awful orange/red hair and brown
eyes. None of them were very bright which was probably the reason why they
looked up to Hattie so much.
"Now listen up, girls," Hattie said. "I have a plan to get rid of that
Lily Evans once and for all."
"Oooh," they all said at the same time.
"Will this one work, Hattie?" asked Leona, chewing her hair anxiously. She
didn't have much a clue to why she liked James Potter so much, but Hattie
said that they were made to be together, so it must be true.
"This plan is fool-proof," Hattie assured her. "Now, this is the key to
our little operation." Hattie paused for effect. The Hufflepuffs leaned
forward in anticipation. "Love Potions," Hattie said dramatically.
Three blank faces turned up to look at her.
Hattie sighed impatiently. "We'll give the potion to James and he'll fall
madly in love with Leona instead of Lily."
"Ooooh." A look of understanding suddenley came over everyone's faces.
"But Hattie," Grenda said after a moment of thinking. "How are we going to
get the potion? They're strictly forbidden at Hogwarts, you know."
"Of course I know that," Hattie snapped. "We'll make the potion!"
More silence.
"Um, no offense or anything, Hattie, but you're not exactly a Potions
expert," Mirabel said bluntly.
Hattie opened her mouth to say something really cutting to that remark,
then stopped, realizing that Mirabel was right. She wasn't a Potions expert.
How would they get their hands on a Love Potion?
"What we need," Hattie said aloud, pacing around the room, "is someone
good at Potions who hates James Potter enough to break him up with his
girlfriend, someone who doesn't mind breaking the rules to get what they
want..."
Everyone looked at each other.
"Come off it," Leona said. "No one could hate James that much..."
*****
Hattie cornered Snape the next day. As she was a good bit wider than him,
there was nothing he could do to get away, so he stood there scowling while
Hattie rattled on about some girl named Leona and her undying love to James
Potter. Like he cared. He shifted impatiently from one foot to another,
wondering whether he should curse her not. He decided against it seeing as
he was already in trouble for putting the full body bind on Peter Pettigrew
and throwing him into the girls' toilets.
"...and so then we tried putting some Chaniella on Leona and then getting
her to walk directly in front of him. Chaniella's a perfume," Hattie added,
seeing the blank look on Snape's face. "No boy can resist it. Anyway..."
"Is there a point to all this?" Snape interupted. If any of his friends
caught him talking to Hattie, he might as well be dead. His reputation would
be torn to tatters.
"Ah, the point," Hattie said. "There is a point. I'm just getting to it."
Snape rolled his eyes as Hattie collected her thoughts together. How thick
could you get?
"The point is," Hattie said, "we're going to break Lily and James up."
"And how do you presume to do that?" Snape asked skeptically. They
looked pretty tight last time he'd seen them.
"A Love Potion!" Hattie said triumphantly. "We're going to get James to
drink a Love Potion and make him fall in love with Leona instead!"
Snape shook his head. Sometimes, these Hufflepuffs got so thick he
wondered how they'd even made past their first year.
"Hattie," he said slowly so that she would understand. "Love Potions are
forbidden. For-bid-den. As in, not allowed in the castle. You are not gong
to find a Love Potion in here or around here, so why don't you just..."
"Yes, we are," Hattie said.
"Yes we are what?" Snape asked, puzzled.
"We're going to get a Love Potion." Hattie looked at him and smiled.
'You're going to make it for us."
Snape snorted. "In your dreams," he said. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need
to go up to my dormitory and..."
"Wait!" Hattie said, grabbing him by the collar and almost strangling him
to death. "We all know how much you hate James. You make the potion, you
hurt James. You humiliate James. So how about it?" Hattie said. "Are you
in?"
Snape considered it. It was true that he hated James. And he most
definitely
wanted to hurt James. Not to mention what going out with a loser like Leona
would do to his squeaky clean reputation... Maybe these Hufflepuffs weren't
so stupid after all.
"Okay," said Snape. "I'm in. For a price of course."
"What?" Hattie's piggy little eyes glared at him suspiciously. "How much?"
"Fifty galleons," Snape said.
Hattie immediately dropped him and Snape fell to the ground with a thump.
"Fifty galleons?!" she said. "What are you, nuts??!!!!"
"No money, no potion," Snape said, rubbing his head. "And no potion equals
no James. So it's fifty galleons or nothing."
Hattie glared at him furiously, knowing she had no way out. "Fine," she
spat out. "Fifty galleons it is. And if you think we're going to pay you any
more than that you can think again." Without another word, she stalked off.
Snape watched her retreating figure and grinned to himself.
Fifty galleons and a chance to humiliate James? Life didn't get much
better than this.
*****
The next day, Snape made sure none of his fellow Slytherins were watching
and sidled over to Hattie who was waiting to enter the Arithmancy room.
"Here," he muttered, pushing a small bottle of fizzing pink liquid into
her hand.
"What is it?" Hattie asked loudly, holding it up to the light.
"Put it down!" Snape hissed. "It's the Love Potion!" He looked around him
nervously. Honestly, were all Hufflepuffs as stupid as this?
"Oh." Hattie pushed the potion into her pocket.
"Where's the money?" Snape demanded.
"Here." Hattie dug into her bag and pulled out a heavy black pouch which
she handed to Snape. He hastily shoved it into his bag.
"Remember, the potion only works for twenty-four hours," Snape said. "It's
useless after that, so you'll have to slip it to him at tea or something.
And he'll fall in love with the first girl he looks at, so make sure he
stares at the right one first. Got it?"
"Got it," Hattie said just as a crowd of Slytherins came jostling down the
corridor. Snape looked panicked for a second, then began sidling up towards
them, trying to join them without looking conspicious.
"Snape, I need to know how to..." Hattie began but Snape shot her a
ferocious look.
"Don't talk to me," he said, as he pushed through the crowd.
"But...." Hattie began again, but Snape had disapeared.
Hattie shrugged her shoulders. It was no big deal. She only wanted to know
how much potion she had to put in James' pumpkin juice, but it didn't seem
to matter too much anyway.
*****
The operation had to be perfect and completely convincable to the eyes of
James. If one little thing went wrong, he might get suspicious and not drink
the potion. Hattie told everyone this a thousand times as they all took their
positions up in the Great Hall.
The Gryffindor Quidditch team had just come in from practice and the
house-elves had kindly layed out snacks and drinks for them to eat
afterwards. The Hufflepuffs waited until James was the last one at the table
before putting their plan into action.
"Hi, James," Hattie said, walking in with Grenda and Mirabel right behind
her. "Long time no see."
"Huh?" James looked up from his pumpkin juice as the girls settled
themselves around him. "Do I know you?" he asked Hattie.
Hattie laughed a tinkling laugh and said, "Of course you know me! I'm
Hattie, remember?"
James didn't remember but he decided not to make anything of it. "Oh,
Hattie!" he said. "Yeah, now that you mention it, I do remember you! And
um..." he looked behind her at Grenda and Mirabel. "Who are they?"
"Grenda and Mirabel," Hattie said carelessly. "So, James, how have you
been all this time?"
"Okay," James said guardedly. This Hattie girl gave him the creeps.
"We saw you practicing Quidditch," Grenda chimed in. "You were really
good."
Everyone but James looked expectantly at Mirabel who seemed to have
forgotten her lines.
"Mirabel," Hattie hissed, kicking her. "Say something!"
"Ouch!" Mirabel said. The she seemed to realize what she was doing and
quickly corrected herself. "I mean, yeah, James, you were great! The way you
dodged around the Keeper, wow, you were terrific." She tried to smile
warmly the way Hattie had taught her to but the effect was spoiled by the
piece of parsley that was stuck between her teeth.
"Um... thanks," James said, feeling uncomfortable. He wished they'd leave
so he could go up to the common room. He'd promised Lily to help her with
Transfiguration. He fiddled around with his spoon then reached for his
pumpkin juice. Just as he was raising it to his lips, Hattie's hand
suddenley came out of nowhere and knocked it to the ground. The flask didn't
break but pumkin juice went everywhere and soaked the carpet as well as the
bottom of James' robes.
"Oh no!" Hattie said in a shocked voice. "I'm so sorry!"
"Um, it's okay," James said, edging away from her. "It was an accident. The
house-elves will clean it up."
"But I've spoiled your pumpkin juice!" Hattie said, fake tears springing
into her eyes. "Now you don't have anything to drink!"
"Don't worry!" James said, feeling alarmed. "It's okay!"
"No, it's not." Hattie raised her face up to the heavens in dispair. "If
only there was some way I could make it up to you... I know!" Hattie's face
suddenley brightened. "I'll get you another flask of pumpkin juice."
"No, it's okay," James began, but Hattie had already pulled a flask out of
her pocket and shoved it in his hands.
"Go on," she said. "Drink it."
"Yes, drink it," Grenda said, leaning forward eagerly.
"Um, you know I'm really not that thirsty," James said uncomfortably.
"Please?" Hattie gave him her best puppy dog look. "I spoiled your first
flask and the only thing that will console me is to see you drinking the
second one. Pretty please?"
"Well...." James looked around him. Hattie gave him a sad, puppy-dog
pleading look. Grenda gave him a sad, puppy-dog pleading look. Mirabel gave
him a sad, puppy-dog pleading look. "Okay," he said reluctantly, and took a
big swig of the pumpkin juice.
This was Leona's cue. Hattie, Grenda and Mirabel looked up, expecting to
see her come racing in the room, but she was no where to be found.
"Where is she?" Hattie hissed as James took another swig of pumpkin juice
and Leona still didn't turn up.
Grenda and Mirabel shrugged in response, looking anxious.
Leona, as it happened, had been hiding behind one of the doors to the
Great Hall, waiting for James to drink the potion so that she could do her
part. As soon as James had got the flask to his lips, she had began to run
out, only to find that she couldn't. She had looked back find that her robes
had somehow gotten tangled up around the door knob, and she couldn't move.
She set to work untangling herself, cursing all the while.
James in the meantime, took one final swig of the pumpkin juice. "That
didn't taste half bad," he said, wiping his mouth. "Tasted different from
regular pumkin juice. Where did you get this from anyway?"
Hattie was taking deep, calming breaths. "Whatever you do," she muttered, "do
not make James look up."
"What was that?" James asked, about to look up. Hattie panicked.
"On your shirt!" she yelled. "Quick!"
"What?" James quickly looked back down. "There's nothing--"
"AH-CHOO!" Mirabel suddenley yelled.
"Are you okay?" James asked looking at her. The hall went dead silent.
There was a second that lasted an eternity. You could have heard a pin drop.
Suddenley, James was looking at Mirabel in a very different way.
"Dratted cold," Mirabel said, wiping her nose with her handkercheif. "It
always gets in the way."
"Mirabel," James said, leaning forward and gazing at her rapturiously.
"Have I ever told you what beautiful hair you have?"
"What?" Mirabel said blankly.
At that moment, Leona finally freed herself from the door knob and ran
into the Great Hall. "Help!" she screamed out dramitically, completely
oblivious to the fact that everyone was beyond help. "Help!" she screamed
again. "Lord Voldemort has found a way into the castle! We must save
Dumbledore!"
James hadn't taken his eyes away from Mirabel. "What?" he said.
"Oh, man," said Hattie. "We blew it."
A/N: yay! the third part finally finished! notice there are no spelling mistakes [for once??] tis because i finally got a better reader! thank u, MJ!!!!!
the fourth part will take a much shorter amount of time because my sister has [finally] finished all her course work. lily and james will find their relationship in a bit of a mess, hattie finds that messing with love potions has its consequenses, lily makes an unlikely friend and the gryffindor quidditch team get a new seeker.
it's hot hot, too hot to write much more so more later [unless the weather kills me first.]
TTFN
It's maddening to think just how close Leona and James Potter came to
falling madly in love. Any idiot could see that they belong together... and
they would be already if it weren't for that awful Lily Evans! She started
going out with James just a few weeks ago and now she thinks she owns him or
something! Well, James belongs to Leona (it's OBVIOUS isn't it?) so now
we're going to have to find a way to get Lily out of the picture. And fast.
Hattie sucked at the end of her quill, trying to think of a brilliant plan
that would destroy Lily and bring James and Leona together. Nothing came.
She sighed in frustration. She had been trying to break them up from the
second she had learned that they were going out, but all her plans had
failed miserably. She had tried dressing Leona up in her flashiest robes and
wizarding jewelry, but James hadn't given her a second look. He still had
eyes for that wretched Lily Evans who wore NO make-up, NO jewely and the
only robes she owned were her black school ones which had NO style at all.
Hattie couldn't understand it. James and Leona belonged together, any fool
could see that, and he was certainly not going to be stolen by some
red-haired midget that nobody even knew.
Hattie sighed, shut her diary and took out her Potions book. She had to
complete a very nasty essay on Sleep Potions and she hadn't even started
yet.
Now if only I had a good Love Potion, Hattie mused as she flipped through
the pages. That would fix that Lily up good and proper. Suddenley, she
stopped. The answer to her problems and life ambition had been sitting right
in front of her face. Literally.
Hattie smirked and got up. The Potions essay could wait. She had some
serious planning to do.
*****
"This meeting will now come to order," Hattie said, drawing herself up
importantly. The other Hufflepuffs were grouped on the floor in the
dormitory, looking up at her expectantly. They'd all had to drop what they
were doing as soon as Hattie had announced there was to be a meeting, but
they didn't mind at all because anything Hattie said was sure to be most
brilliant and inspire deep and meaningful thoughts about life and stuff.
Going clockwise from Hattie there was Leona, a very large girl with long
dark hair and eyes, Grenda who was small and skinny with tight little curls
that encircled her face, and Mirabel who had awful orange/red hair and brown
eyes. None of them were very bright which was probably the reason why they
looked up to Hattie so much.
"Now listen up, girls," Hattie said. "I have a plan to get rid of that
Lily Evans once and for all."
"Oooh," they all said at the same time.
"Will this one work, Hattie?" asked Leona, chewing her hair anxiously. She
didn't have much a clue to why she liked James Potter so much, but Hattie
said that they were made to be together, so it must be true.
"This plan is fool-proof," Hattie assured her. "Now, this is the key to
our little operation." Hattie paused for effect. The Hufflepuffs leaned
forward in anticipation. "Love Potions," Hattie said dramatically.
Three blank faces turned up to look at her.
Hattie sighed impatiently. "We'll give the potion to James and he'll fall
madly in love with Leona instead of Lily."
"Ooooh." A look of understanding suddenley came over everyone's faces.
"But Hattie," Grenda said after a moment of thinking. "How are we going to
get the potion? They're strictly forbidden at Hogwarts, you know."
"Of course I know that," Hattie snapped. "We'll make the potion!"
More silence.
"Um, no offense or anything, Hattie, but you're not exactly a Potions
expert," Mirabel said bluntly.
Hattie opened her mouth to say something really cutting to that remark,
then stopped, realizing that Mirabel was right. She wasn't a Potions expert.
How would they get their hands on a Love Potion?
"What we need," Hattie said aloud, pacing around the room, "is someone
good at Potions who hates James Potter enough to break him up with his
girlfriend, someone who doesn't mind breaking the rules to get what they
want..."
Everyone looked at each other.
"Come off it," Leona said. "No one could hate James that much..."
*****
Hattie cornered Snape the next day. As she was a good bit wider than him,
there was nothing he could do to get away, so he stood there scowling while
Hattie rattled on about some girl named Leona and her undying love to James
Potter. Like he cared. He shifted impatiently from one foot to another,
wondering whether he should curse her not. He decided against it seeing as
he was already in trouble for putting the full body bind on Peter Pettigrew
and throwing him into the girls' toilets.
"...and so then we tried putting some Chaniella on Leona and then getting
her to walk directly in front of him. Chaniella's a perfume," Hattie added,
seeing the blank look on Snape's face. "No boy can resist it. Anyway..."
"Is there a point to all this?" Snape interupted. If any of his friends
caught him talking to Hattie, he might as well be dead. His reputation would
be torn to tatters.
"Ah, the point," Hattie said. "There is a point. I'm just getting to it."
Snape rolled his eyes as Hattie collected her thoughts together. How thick
could you get?
"The point is," Hattie said, "we're going to break Lily and James up."
"And how do you presume to do that?" Snape asked skeptically. They
looked pretty tight last time he'd seen them.
"A Love Potion!" Hattie said triumphantly. "We're going to get James to
drink a Love Potion and make him fall in love with Leona instead!"
Snape shook his head. Sometimes, these Hufflepuffs got so thick he
wondered how they'd even made past their first year.
"Hattie," he said slowly so that she would understand. "Love Potions are
forbidden. For-bid-den. As in, not allowed in the castle. You are not gong
to find a Love Potion in here or around here, so why don't you just..."
"Yes, we are," Hattie said.
"Yes we are what?" Snape asked, puzzled.
"We're going to get a Love Potion." Hattie looked at him and smiled.
'You're going to make it for us."
Snape snorted. "In your dreams," he said. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need
to go up to my dormitory and..."
"Wait!" Hattie said, grabbing him by the collar and almost strangling him
to death. "We all know how much you hate James. You make the potion, you
hurt James. You humiliate James. So how about it?" Hattie said. "Are you
in?"
Snape considered it. It was true that he hated James. And he most
definitely
wanted to hurt James. Not to mention what going out with a loser like Leona
would do to his squeaky clean reputation... Maybe these Hufflepuffs weren't
so stupid after all.
"Okay," said Snape. "I'm in. For a price of course."
"What?" Hattie's piggy little eyes glared at him suspiciously. "How much?"
"Fifty galleons," Snape said.
Hattie immediately dropped him and Snape fell to the ground with a thump.
"Fifty galleons?!" she said. "What are you, nuts??!!!!"
"No money, no potion," Snape said, rubbing his head. "And no potion equals
no James. So it's fifty galleons or nothing."
Hattie glared at him furiously, knowing she had no way out. "Fine," she
spat out. "Fifty galleons it is. And if you think we're going to pay you any
more than that you can think again." Without another word, she stalked off.
Snape watched her retreating figure and grinned to himself.
Fifty galleons and a chance to humiliate James? Life didn't get much
better than this.
*****
The next day, Snape made sure none of his fellow Slytherins were watching
and sidled over to Hattie who was waiting to enter the Arithmancy room.
"Here," he muttered, pushing a small bottle of fizzing pink liquid into
her hand.
"What is it?" Hattie asked loudly, holding it up to the light.
"Put it down!" Snape hissed. "It's the Love Potion!" He looked around him
nervously. Honestly, were all Hufflepuffs as stupid as this?
"Oh." Hattie pushed the potion into her pocket.
"Where's the money?" Snape demanded.
"Here." Hattie dug into her bag and pulled out a heavy black pouch which
she handed to Snape. He hastily shoved it into his bag.
"Remember, the potion only works for twenty-four hours," Snape said. "It's
useless after that, so you'll have to slip it to him at tea or something.
And he'll fall in love with the first girl he looks at, so make sure he
stares at the right one first. Got it?"
"Got it," Hattie said just as a crowd of Slytherins came jostling down the
corridor. Snape looked panicked for a second, then began sidling up towards
them, trying to join them without looking conspicious.
"Snape, I need to know how to..." Hattie began but Snape shot her a
ferocious look.
"Don't talk to me," he said, as he pushed through the crowd.
"But...." Hattie began again, but Snape had disapeared.
Hattie shrugged her shoulders. It was no big deal. She only wanted to know
how much potion she had to put in James' pumpkin juice, but it didn't seem
to matter too much anyway.
*****
The operation had to be perfect and completely convincable to the eyes of
James. If one little thing went wrong, he might get suspicious and not drink
the potion. Hattie told everyone this a thousand times as they all took their
positions up in the Great Hall.
The Gryffindor Quidditch team had just come in from practice and the
house-elves had kindly layed out snacks and drinks for them to eat
afterwards. The Hufflepuffs waited until James was the last one at the table
before putting their plan into action.
"Hi, James," Hattie said, walking in with Grenda and Mirabel right behind
her. "Long time no see."
"Huh?" James looked up from his pumpkin juice as the girls settled
themselves around him. "Do I know you?" he asked Hattie.
Hattie laughed a tinkling laugh and said, "Of course you know me! I'm
Hattie, remember?"
James didn't remember but he decided not to make anything of it. "Oh,
Hattie!" he said. "Yeah, now that you mention it, I do remember you! And
um..." he looked behind her at Grenda and Mirabel. "Who are they?"
"Grenda and Mirabel," Hattie said carelessly. "So, James, how have you
been all this time?"
"Okay," James said guardedly. This Hattie girl gave him the creeps.
"We saw you practicing Quidditch," Grenda chimed in. "You were really
good."
Everyone but James looked expectantly at Mirabel who seemed to have
forgotten her lines.
"Mirabel," Hattie hissed, kicking her. "Say something!"
"Ouch!" Mirabel said. The she seemed to realize what she was doing and
quickly corrected herself. "I mean, yeah, James, you were great! The way you
dodged around the Keeper, wow, you were terrific." She tried to smile
warmly the way Hattie had taught her to but the effect was spoiled by the
piece of parsley that was stuck between her teeth.
"Um... thanks," James said, feeling uncomfortable. He wished they'd leave
so he could go up to the common room. He'd promised Lily to help her with
Transfiguration. He fiddled around with his spoon then reached for his
pumpkin juice. Just as he was raising it to his lips, Hattie's hand
suddenley came out of nowhere and knocked it to the ground. The flask didn't
break but pumkin juice went everywhere and soaked the carpet as well as the
bottom of James' robes.
"Oh no!" Hattie said in a shocked voice. "I'm so sorry!"
"Um, it's okay," James said, edging away from her. "It was an accident. The
house-elves will clean it up."
"But I've spoiled your pumpkin juice!" Hattie said, fake tears springing
into her eyes. "Now you don't have anything to drink!"
"Don't worry!" James said, feeling alarmed. "It's okay!"
"No, it's not." Hattie raised her face up to the heavens in dispair. "If
only there was some way I could make it up to you... I know!" Hattie's face
suddenley brightened. "I'll get you another flask of pumpkin juice."
"No, it's okay," James began, but Hattie had already pulled a flask out of
her pocket and shoved it in his hands.
"Go on," she said. "Drink it."
"Yes, drink it," Grenda said, leaning forward eagerly.
"Um, you know I'm really not that thirsty," James said uncomfortably.
"Please?" Hattie gave him her best puppy dog look. "I spoiled your first
flask and the only thing that will console me is to see you drinking the
second one. Pretty please?"
"Well...." James looked around him. Hattie gave him a sad, puppy-dog
pleading look. Grenda gave him a sad, puppy-dog pleading look. Mirabel gave
him a sad, puppy-dog pleading look. "Okay," he said reluctantly, and took a
big swig of the pumpkin juice.
This was Leona's cue. Hattie, Grenda and Mirabel looked up, expecting to
see her come racing in the room, but she was no where to be found.
"Where is she?" Hattie hissed as James took another swig of pumpkin juice
and Leona still didn't turn up.
Grenda and Mirabel shrugged in response, looking anxious.
Leona, as it happened, had been hiding behind one of the doors to the
Great Hall, waiting for James to drink the potion so that she could do her
part. As soon as James had got the flask to his lips, she had began to run
out, only to find that she couldn't. She had looked back find that her robes
had somehow gotten tangled up around the door knob, and she couldn't move.
She set to work untangling herself, cursing all the while.
James in the meantime, took one final swig of the pumpkin juice. "That
didn't taste half bad," he said, wiping his mouth. "Tasted different from
regular pumkin juice. Where did you get this from anyway?"
Hattie was taking deep, calming breaths. "Whatever you do," she muttered, "do
not make James look up."
"What was that?" James asked, about to look up. Hattie panicked.
"On your shirt!" she yelled. "Quick!"
"What?" James quickly looked back down. "There's nothing--"
"AH-CHOO!" Mirabel suddenley yelled.
"Are you okay?" James asked looking at her. The hall went dead silent.
There was a second that lasted an eternity. You could have heard a pin drop.
Suddenley, James was looking at Mirabel in a very different way.
"Dratted cold," Mirabel said, wiping her nose with her handkercheif. "It
always gets in the way."
"Mirabel," James said, leaning forward and gazing at her rapturiously.
"Have I ever told you what beautiful hair you have?"
"What?" Mirabel said blankly.
At that moment, Leona finally freed herself from the door knob and ran
into the Great Hall. "Help!" she screamed out dramitically, completely
oblivious to the fact that everyone was beyond help. "Help!" she screamed
again. "Lord Voldemort has found a way into the castle! We must save
Dumbledore!"
James hadn't taken his eyes away from Mirabel. "What?" he said.
"Oh, man," said Hattie. "We blew it."
A/N: yay! the third part finally finished! notice there are no spelling mistakes [for once??] tis because i finally got a better reader! thank u, MJ!!!!!
the fourth part will take a much shorter amount of time because my sister has [finally] finished all her course work. lily and james will find their relationship in a bit of a mess, hattie finds that messing with love potions has its consequenses, lily makes an unlikely friend and the gryffindor quidditch team get a new seeker.
it's hot hot, too hot to write much more so more later [unless the weather kills me first.]
TTFN