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"Ladies," said Sirius, as the three girls walked past the Gryfinndor table during dinnertime. Lily ignored him but a smile played around Christina's lips, when she looked back at him.
"Sirius is really cute," said Christina, when the three were seated.
"Maybe but he's a bastard," said Lily, feeding herself some mashed potato.
"He's not!" Christina defended. Lily shook her head.
"Girl, you've got it bad," she said. Christina ignored her.
"Oh yea," agreed Haley.
"Will you two shut up?" asked Christina. "I do not like Sirius," she insisted.
"Yea you do," said Lily. "Of course he's probably the worst person you could possibly fall for," she continued. "Himself and James. Neither of them treat girls as real human beings." Haley nodded, in agreement.
"Remus isn't like that," she said smugly.
"He's not much better," snapped Christina.
"At least he treats me like anyone else," retorted Haley. Christina stuck out her tongue at Haley who rolled her eyes and made a face at her friend.
"Girls enough," broke in Lily. "Neither of them are any good. They're both Marauders and that's enough. Your going to the dance with them and I guarantee you they'll treat you like a rare treasure until they've got you hooked and the minute they do they'll drop you like a hot potato. You trust me." Haley and Christina ate without saying another word, knowing that arguing with Lily wouldn't do any good.
"Have you got hairspray," Ashling, a girl in Lily's dorm, asked Lily, breathlessly. Lily, who was sitting on a chair, her legs hanging over the side, didn't even look up from her magazine before answering.
"Why would I have hairspray?" she asked, frowning slightly. The girl shrugged and rushed over to Haley, who tossed her a can.
The evening of the ball had finally arrived after what seemed like decades to most of the students. The forth year girls dorm was a mass of dresses flung everywhere. A cloud of hairspray settled over the room and blobs of gel clung to the smooth surface of the wooden dressing table. Four girls rushed around, frantically, looking for hair clips, the perfect shade of lipstick to go with their dresses and other things which Lily found highly un-necessary. Lily, herself, was the only girl in the room who looked calm and focused.
"Lils, are you gonna get ready?" asked Christina.
"I am ready," answered Lily, flipping a page of her magazine. Christina and Haley exchanged glances.
"You're going like that," they asked, almost simultaneously.
"Mmm," said lily, not taking much notice of them.
"Lily, you can't wear that," protested Christina.
"Why not?" asked Lily, in confusion. Lily had on a pair of baggy denim dungarees over a yellow Nike sports bra.
"Well it's…" Christina struggled to find a word.
"Not right," supplied Haley. Lily shrugged.
"Always the rebel, eh Lily?" asked Christina, putting on a coat of lavender lipstick to match her dress.
"There's nothing wrong with my outfit," said Lily, shrugging again.
"Yea yea," said Haley impatiently, pushing them towards the door.
"Let's just get going, will we?" They walked down the stairs and Lily started again.
"Guys, I demand to know what's wrong with my outfit!" she exclaimed. Christina began to explain.
"Christina shut up," Haley said. "Lily, there's nothing wrong with your outfit. Lily flipped her long waves over her shoulder and rolled her eyes.
"Your outfits are a hell of a lot worse than mine," she muttered under her breath.
"O.k., o.k.," said Haley. "End of subject, capice?" Lily and Christina nodded. They walked to the end of the steps, where four boys stood waiting. Lily jumped the last three steps.
"Oh look it's the rebel without a clue," remarked James, smirking.
"Watch it Potter," warned Lily. "At least I'm not hidden behind an inch of make-up." "Unlike your doll," she muttered quietly to him, as his date, Ashling, came down the stairs. He scowled at her as she waltzed towards Sirius and Remus, who were watching Haley and Christina in awe. Lily had to admit her friends did look good.
Christina was wearing a long purple, satin dress with spaghetti straps, which flowed straight down and trailed behind her as she walked. Her straight blond hair hung down like a sheet of raw silk and she sported a pair of killer heels. Lavender lipstick covered her mouth, her long nails had been painted a lilac colour and light purple eye shadow had been smeared on her eyelids.
Haley, on the other hand, had opted for red. She wore a figure hugging, off the shoulder, flirty red dress and a pair of kitten heels. Her light brown had been forced into an elegant twist at the back of her head. Her eye shadow was a shimmery silver colour and her nails were done in matching frosted silver. She had a single coat of the palest silver lipstick and she had applied about 10 coats of mascara to make her eyelashes seem long and glossy.
"Who are you going with, Lily?" asked Remus as the five of them made their way to the great hall. James had already gone ahead with Ashling, who had been giggling like a hyena at Lily's clothes.
"I'm going stag," she announced, snapping a piece of chewing gum.
"Nice one," said Sirius. "Best way to go." "But not for me," he added, hurriedly, looking at Christina's face. Lily gave Christina an I-told-you-so look. Christina was doing her best to ignore the looks Lily was shooting her. Lily had been right. Sirius wasn't going to decide that she was the love of his life and suddenly give up flirting with everything in a skirt with a pulse. Sirius wasn't like that. He was a Marauder and no marauder stuck with a girl for longer than a week. Two at the most. They were bachelors and proud of it.
"Ladies," said Sirius, as the three girls walked past the Gryfinndor table during dinnertime. Lily ignored him but a smile played around Christina's lips, when she looked back at him.
"Sirius is really cute," said Christina, when the three were seated.
"Maybe but he's a bastard," said Lily, feeding herself some mashed potato.
"He's not!" Christina defended. Lily shook her head.
"Girl, you've got it bad," she said. Christina ignored her.
"Oh yea," agreed Haley.
"Will you two shut up?" asked Christina. "I do not like Sirius," she insisted.
"Yea you do," said Lily. "Of course he's probably the worst person you could possibly fall for," she continued. "Himself and James. Neither of them treat girls as real human beings." Haley nodded, in agreement.
"Remus isn't like that," she said smugly.
"He's not much better," snapped Christina.
"At least he treats me like anyone else," retorted Haley. Christina stuck out her tongue at Haley who rolled her eyes and made a face at her friend.
"Girls enough," broke in Lily. "Neither of them are any good. They're both Marauders and that's enough. Your going to the dance with them and I guarantee you they'll treat you like a rare treasure until they've got you hooked and the minute they do they'll drop you like a hot potato. You trust me." Haley and Christina ate without saying another word, knowing that arguing with Lily wouldn't do any good.
"Have you got hairspray," Ashling, a girl in Lily's dorm, asked Lily, breathlessly. Lily, who was sitting on a chair, her legs hanging over the side, didn't even look up from her magazine before answering.
"Why would I have hairspray?" she asked, frowning slightly. The girl shrugged and rushed over to Haley, who tossed her a can.
The evening of the ball had finally arrived after what seemed like decades to most of the students. The forth year girls dorm was a mass of dresses flung everywhere. A cloud of hairspray settled over the room and blobs of gel clung to the smooth surface of the wooden dressing table. Four girls rushed around, frantically, looking for hair clips, the perfect shade of lipstick to go with their dresses and other things which Lily found highly un-necessary. Lily, herself, was the only girl in the room who looked calm and focused.
"Lils, are you gonna get ready?" asked Christina.
"I am ready," answered Lily, flipping a page of her magazine. Christina and Haley exchanged glances.
"You're going like that," they asked, almost simultaneously.
"Mmm," said lily, not taking much notice of them.
"Lily, you can't wear that," protested Christina.
"Why not?" asked Lily, in confusion. Lily had on a pair of baggy denim dungarees over a yellow Nike sports bra.
"Well it's…" Christina struggled to find a word.
"Not right," supplied Haley. Lily shrugged.
"Always the rebel, eh Lily?" asked Christina, putting on a coat of lavender lipstick to match her dress.
"There's nothing wrong with my outfit," said Lily, shrugging again.
"Yea yea," said Haley impatiently, pushing them towards the door.
"Let's just get going, will we?" They walked down the stairs and Lily started again.
"Guys, I demand to know what's wrong with my outfit!" she exclaimed. Christina began to explain.
"Christina shut up," Haley said. "Lily, there's nothing wrong with your outfit. Lily flipped her long waves over her shoulder and rolled her eyes.
"Your outfits are a hell of a lot worse than mine," she muttered under her breath.
"O.k., o.k.," said Haley. "End of subject, capice?" Lily and Christina nodded. They walked to the end of the steps, where four boys stood waiting. Lily jumped the last three steps.
"Oh look it's the rebel without a clue," remarked James, smirking.
"Watch it Potter," warned Lily. "At least I'm not hidden behind an inch of make-up." "Unlike your doll," she muttered quietly to him, as his date, Ashling, came down the stairs. He scowled at her as she waltzed towards Sirius and Remus, who were watching Haley and Christina in awe. Lily had to admit her friends did look good.
Christina was wearing a long purple, satin dress with spaghetti straps, which flowed straight down and trailed behind her as she walked. Her straight blond hair hung down like a sheet of raw silk and she sported a pair of killer heels. Lavender lipstick covered her mouth, her long nails had been painted a lilac colour and light purple eye shadow had been smeared on her eyelids.
Haley, on the other hand, had opted for red. She wore a figure hugging, off the shoulder, flirty red dress and a pair of kitten heels. Her light brown had been forced into an elegant twist at the back of her head. Her eye shadow was a shimmery silver colour and her nails were done in matching frosted silver. She had a single coat of the palest silver lipstick and she had applied about 10 coats of mascara to make her eyelashes seem long and glossy.
"Who are you going with, Lily?" asked Remus as the five of them made their way to the great hall. James had already gone ahead with Ashling, who had been giggling like a hyena at Lily's clothes.
"I'm going stag," she announced, snapping a piece of chewing gum.
"Nice one," said Sirius. "Best way to go." "But not for me," he added, hurriedly, looking at Christina's face. Lily gave Christina an I-told-you-so look. Christina was doing her best to ignore the looks Lily was shooting her. Lily had been right. Sirius wasn't going to decide that she was the love of his life and suddenly give up flirting with everything in a skirt with a pulse. Sirius wasn't like that. He was a Marauder and no marauder stuck with a girl for longer than a week. Two at the most. They were bachelors and proud of it.