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Disguised as a Good Girl: Chapter 3
James was disgusted. Here he was, the perfect man, the so-called Mr. Right of every girl alive, and he was starting to have problems. Major problems. Two of them, to be precise.
First and foremost, he had a girlfriend who wasn't playing her part. Somewhere in the back of his mind, James had an unwritten set of rules that all of his girlfriends were expected to follow. Rule Number One demanded that the girl be pretty, giggly, and would openly adore him. Lily was pretty, James admitted grudgingly, but in no way was she giggly, and if she adored him, she certainly kept it to herself.
Whatever had posessed him to ask her out? Of course, he had needed a girlfriend, but there were tons of girls at Hogwarts. Almost anyone would have been better than her. But he had supposed that she was just shy. Once he asked her out, surely she would be less reserved.
'James, stop moping!' he scolded himself. 'Whining won't get you anywhere. Think of a solution!' And so he thought. After a few minutes, he sighed softly. There was nothing to be done but break up with her. Oddly enough, James found himself feeling a bit guilty. Normally, he dumped approximately fifty two girls every year--that is, one a week. But he had never given up on a girlfriend before they had been together for three days. It was another rule of his. But in this case, he might have to make an exception.
'I'll give her one more day,' James resolved. 'One more day to change her ways, and that's it.'
The other problem involved the infamous prank that someone else had played on Snape earlier that day. No one else was supposed to play infamous pranks of any sort in this school other than the Marauders, much less on Snape. 'We claimed Snape as our target long ago!' James thought indignantly.
Fortunately, this mystery prankster had not come forth for recognition. The Marauders could take full credit for the prank. 'But our own prank was ruined!' James growled to himself. 'Not that their prank wasn't good, but ours was better! They have to go away! They have to realize that we are the official pranksters in this school!'
At that moment, his little fan club entered the room. James sighed again, stretched, and sat up straighter in the chair that he had been curled up in. No more thinking for now. As soon as the girls caught sight of him, they pranced on over and swarmed around him. Within minutes, James had two in his lap, one for each armrest, a girl perched behind him, and a beautiful blond gazing up at him from her position at his feet.
It was this scene that Lily walked in on five minutes later.
She paused at the door for a minute, quickly taking in the scene. It wasn't that surprising, actually. She didn't expect James to be totally faithful to her, the girlfriend that he didn't even notice. Nevertheless, she felt a pang in her heart when her own steady eyes met his startled brown ones. It wasn't that she was possessive, or domineering. She didn't even like him that much. But she would only be going out with him for a week, maybe even less. Surely it wouldn't hurt him to pay her some attention?
As if in response to her unspoken wish, James sprang up from his chair at that moment, scattering the girls that had been sitting on him the moment before, and sprinted over to where Lily was standing. At this, the first year who had let her in scampered off in the other direction. He was feeling more hopeful at that moment than he had all day. Perhaps Lily had undergone a change of heart. After all, why had she come to the Gryffindor common room if not to be with him?
He grabbed her hand and pulled her back to the chair with him. Lily was so surprised that she didn't react at all. He motioned for her to sit on his lap, and tugged gently on her hand. Lily raised her eyebrows at him, and James felt his heart sink, and finally settle somewhere in the pit of his stomach. She wasn't going to do it. She was going to embarass him in front of all of his friends and admirers.
Lily hesitated for a minute, but then sat down on top of him. Her back was straight, and she seemed very stiff. James smiled, relieved. "Relax," he whispered in her ear. The other girls settled around him once again, but this time there were three on the floor. James cleared his throat, and the girls stopped their giggling to listen.
"Girls, I'd like you to meet Lily, my girlfriend."
A brunette, apparently the spokesperson of the group, spoke up. "But Jamesie, I thought that you were going out with Bertha!" she crooned, stroking James' hair gently.
"No, that's all over now. I told you, Lily is my girlfriend."
The girls glared at her for a minute, until once again the brunette took charge.
"Aren't you that shy girl from Ravenclaw?" The girl smiled, but her smile was meant for James and not Lily.
Lily blushed slightly. "Yes, I guess that's me," she said quietly.
But before Lily could be interrogated any further, a new entrance interrupted the conversation. Out of the staircase that led to the boys dorm came the Marauders, minus James. Once again, James leapt up, and this time it was Lily who toppled to the ground. Great. Now in addition to her bruised toes, she could have a whole side stained black and blue. She groaned from the floor, and the other girls smiled at her pityingly. It was obvious that all of them had, at one time or another, gone through the same treatment.
Soon, though, everything had settled down. Lily had decided to sit across from James this time, as it seemed to be a safer spot. Sirius plopped down right next to her and started chatting right away. "So," he said lightly, "Do you have any ideas for our next prank?"
The girls looked at James, expecting him to come up with a new oh-so-brilliant idea.
"Er . . . why don't we put a dungbomb in Snape's Caldron tomorrow so that the potion will explode on him? Also, the dungbomb should make him smell pretty gross."
"Ooh . . . that's a good idea!" Sirius exclaimed. "Does anyone know what potion we're making tomorrow?"
Lily glanced quickly around the circle. One girl was examining her nails, while another had whipped out her brush and was running it through her silky hair. Yet another was applying her third layer of lipstick since Lily had come in. No one seemed to know.
Tentatively, Lily raised her hand. All eyes were on her. "Tomorrow we are making an itching potion," she murmured, so that Sirius had to lean in to catch her answer. A grin started to dawn on Sirius's face.
"Perfect," he breathed.
"Snape will be itching all day!" James rejoined, smirking.
"Wow! Sirius, you are so brilliant! This is going to be even better than your last one. That was the prank of the year, but this is going to be the prank of the century! People will be talking about it for decades! This is going to be so much fun!" Peter squeaked.
Lily was starting to wonder why it felt like she had been through this before.
The instant that Peter fell silent, the ditzy girls stopped coating their faces with makeup and started chattering all at once. "Oh my God, that is going to be so funny!" "Whatever. Does my hair look okay?" "I can't wait until they do it!" "James is sooooooo hot!" "Your hair looks too perfect! Do you think I have enough lipstick on?"
Lily retreated to the furthest corner of the couch to escape their squeals. She would have left right then, but she was a bit curious as to whether the Marauders would ever bring up her prank. But she assumed that they wouldn't mention it in front of their devoted fans. They couldn't risk losing face by doing something like that! Why, that could be devastating to their reputations!
Lily checked her watch. It was ten o'clock in the evening. The girls wouldn't be retiring anytime soon, at least not until around eleven. She sighed, and moved to a corner near the fireplace.
She seated herself, and brought forth a small book from her robes, along with a pen. She sat sucking it thoughtfully for a few minutes before starting to write.
September 2, 1980
Original Prank: Exploding a cauldron of itching potion on Snape's robes, by using dungbombs.
Improvements: Don't just use itching potion. Add in some of your Dressy Potion#2, and change the Dungbombs to smell a bit more . . . feminine.
Lily gave a satisfied smile before closing the book with a snap. When she looked up, she realized that the girls had left while she was engrossed in her writing. Sadly, the Marauders were gone too. All of that waiting for nothing. And James hadn't said goodbye--but then, what else could she expect? She sighed again softly. Lily collected her stuff and walked silently out of the dark common room, her mind still filled with thoughts of the prank that she was going to pull the next day.
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Disguised as a Good Girl: Chapter 3
James was disgusted. Here he was, the perfect man, the so-called Mr. Right of every girl alive, and he was starting to have problems. Major problems. Two of them, to be precise.
First and foremost, he had a girlfriend who wasn't playing her part. Somewhere in the back of his mind, James had an unwritten set of rules that all of his girlfriends were expected to follow. Rule Number One demanded that the girl be pretty, giggly, and would openly adore him. Lily was pretty, James admitted grudgingly, but in no way was she giggly, and if she adored him, she certainly kept it to herself.
Whatever had posessed him to ask her out? Of course, he had needed a girlfriend, but there were tons of girls at Hogwarts. Almost anyone would have been better than her. But he had supposed that she was just shy. Once he asked her out, surely she would be less reserved.
'James, stop moping!' he scolded himself. 'Whining won't get you anywhere. Think of a solution!' And so he thought. After a few minutes, he sighed softly. There was nothing to be done but break up with her. Oddly enough, James found himself feeling a bit guilty. Normally, he dumped approximately fifty two girls every year--that is, one a week. But he had never given up on a girlfriend before they had been together for three days. It was another rule of his. But in this case, he might have to make an exception.
'I'll give her one more day,' James resolved. 'One more day to change her ways, and that's it.'
The other problem involved the infamous prank that someone else had played on Snape earlier that day. No one else was supposed to play infamous pranks of any sort in this school other than the Marauders, much less on Snape. 'We claimed Snape as our target long ago!' James thought indignantly.
Fortunately, this mystery prankster had not come forth for recognition. The Marauders could take full credit for the prank. 'But our own prank was ruined!' James growled to himself. 'Not that their prank wasn't good, but ours was better! They have to go away! They have to realize that we are the official pranksters in this school!'
At that moment, his little fan club entered the room. James sighed again, stretched, and sat up straighter in the chair that he had been curled up in. No more thinking for now. As soon as the girls caught sight of him, they pranced on over and swarmed around him. Within minutes, James had two in his lap, one for each armrest, a girl perched behind him, and a beautiful blond gazing up at him from her position at his feet.
It was this scene that Lily walked in on five minutes later.
She paused at the door for a minute, quickly taking in the scene. It wasn't that surprising, actually. She didn't expect James to be totally faithful to her, the girlfriend that he didn't even notice. Nevertheless, she felt a pang in her heart when her own steady eyes met his startled brown ones. It wasn't that she was possessive, or domineering. She didn't even like him that much. But she would only be going out with him for a week, maybe even less. Surely it wouldn't hurt him to pay her some attention?
As if in response to her unspoken wish, James sprang up from his chair at that moment, scattering the girls that had been sitting on him the moment before, and sprinted over to where Lily was standing. At this, the first year who had let her in scampered off in the other direction. He was feeling more hopeful at that moment than he had all day. Perhaps Lily had undergone a change of heart. After all, why had she come to the Gryffindor common room if not to be with him?
He grabbed her hand and pulled her back to the chair with him. Lily was so surprised that she didn't react at all. He motioned for her to sit on his lap, and tugged gently on her hand. Lily raised her eyebrows at him, and James felt his heart sink, and finally settle somewhere in the pit of his stomach. She wasn't going to do it. She was going to embarass him in front of all of his friends and admirers.
Lily hesitated for a minute, but then sat down on top of him. Her back was straight, and she seemed very stiff. James smiled, relieved. "Relax," he whispered in her ear. The other girls settled around him once again, but this time there were three on the floor. James cleared his throat, and the girls stopped their giggling to listen.
"Girls, I'd like you to meet Lily, my girlfriend."
A brunette, apparently the spokesperson of the group, spoke up. "But Jamesie, I thought that you were going out with Bertha!" she crooned, stroking James' hair gently.
"No, that's all over now. I told you, Lily is my girlfriend."
The girls glared at her for a minute, until once again the brunette took charge.
"Aren't you that shy girl from Ravenclaw?" The girl smiled, but her smile was meant for James and not Lily.
Lily blushed slightly. "Yes, I guess that's me," she said quietly.
But before Lily could be interrogated any further, a new entrance interrupted the conversation. Out of the staircase that led to the boys dorm came the Marauders, minus James. Once again, James leapt up, and this time it was Lily who toppled to the ground. Great. Now in addition to her bruised toes, she could have a whole side stained black and blue. She groaned from the floor, and the other girls smiled at her pityingly. It was obvious that all of them had, at one time or another, gone through the same treatment.
Soon, though, everything had settled down. Lily had decided to sit across from James this time, as it seemed to be a safer spot. Sirius plopped down right next to her and started chatting right away. "So," he said lightly, "Do you have any ideas for our next prank?"
The girls looked at James, expecting him to come up with a new oh-so-brilliant idea.
"Er . . . why don't we put a dungbomb in Snape's Caldron tomorrow so that the potion will explode on him? Also, the dungbomb should make him smell pretty gross."
"Ooh . . . that's a good idea!" Sirius exclaimed. "Does anyone know what potion we're making tomorrow?"
Lily glanced quickly around the circle. One girl was examining her nails, while another had whipped out her brush and was running it through her silky hair. Yet another was applying her third layer of lipstick since Lily had come in. No one seemed to know.
Tentatively, Lily raised her hand. All eyes were on her. "Tomorrow we are making an itching potion," she murmured, so that Sirius had to lean in to catch her answer. A grin started to dawn on Sirius's face.
"Perfect," he breathed.
"Snape will be itching all day!" James rejoined, smirking.
"Wow! Sirius, you are so brilliant! This is going to be even better than your last one. That was the prank of the year, but this is going to be the prank of the century! People will be talking about it for decades! This is going to be so much fun!" Peter squeaked.
Lily was starting to wonder why it felt like she had been through this before.
The instant that Peter fell silent, the ditzy girls stopped coating their faces with makeup and started chattering all at once. "Oh my God, that is going to be so funny!" "Whatever. Does my hair look okay?" "I can't wait until they do it!" "James is sooooooo hot!" "Your hair looks too perfect! Do you think I have enough lipstick on?"
Lily retreated to the furthest corner of the couch to escape their squeals. She would have left right then, but she was a bit curious as to whether the Marauders would ever bring up her prank. But she assumed that they wouldn't mention it in front of their devoted fans. They couldn't risk losing face by doing something like that! Why, that could be devastating to their reputations!
Lily checked her watch. It was ten o'clock in the evening. The girls wouldn't be retiring anytime soon, at least not until around eleven. She sighed, and moved to a corner near the fireplace.
She seated herself, and brought forth a small book from her robes, along with a pen. She sat sucking it thoughtfully for a few minutes before starting to write.
September 2, 1980
Original Prank: Exploding a cauldron of itching potion on Snape's robes, by using dungbombs.
Improvements: Don't just use itching potion. Add in some of your Dressy Potion#2, and change the Dungbombs to smell a bit more . . . feminine.
Lily gave a satisfied smile before closing the book with a snap. When she looked up, she realized that the girls had left while she was engrossed in her writing. Sadly, the Marauders were gone too. All of that waiting for nothing. And James hadn't said goodbye--but then, what else could she expect? She sighed again softly. Lily collected her stuff and walked silently out of the dark common room, her mind still filled with thoughts of the prank that she was going to pull the next day.
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