Miss (Mr.) Congeniality
Authors: Wolfiegrl and Lily_Potter
Disclaimer: We don't own…don't sue…but we wouldn't mind if JKR shared James with us. ;)
After though to the disclaimer: Or Sirius, or Remus, We aren't that picky….
Chapter 2
It was past one am, and Gryffindor common room was deserted. Scattered among the furniture were leftover chess pieces, from Sirius and Peter's game on Friday. A couple of thorn up pink posters announcing the Miss Hogwarts pageant, and several squashed sweets that had previously resided in Peter's lolly bag.
The fire silently cacked, sending a red glow towards every surface. Lily Evans, red hair pooled around her face, tucked the blanket further around herself and buried her head into the armrest of the couch. She never discovered what exactly it was that compelled her to sleep in the common room half they year, but once tucked in, in front of the fire, her eyes would close and all traces of insomnia would disappear…
Having finished a hectic week, Lily simply yearned for a night of sleep, and the common room was finally empty.
She drowsily closed her eyes and yawned, not hearing the portrait of the Fat Lady swing open. She however, did hear the unmistakable voice of James Potter.
"This is bad, really, really bad," said the above mentioned Quidditch Captain, pulling off the invisibility cloak and sitting down hard in one of the Gryffindor common room's chairs.
"Thank you, Mr. Potter for the understatement of the century…" Said his best friend, Sirius, standing up with a groan. "I have cramps all in my back from bending over that long…"
Remus gestured wildly for a moment, flinging his arms in every direction, yet when his friends looked quizzically at him, he sat down with an annoyed look on his face.
"What? Oh, right…silencing charms…sorry Remus, those can't be taken off, they have to wear off…here, you can contribute to the conversation by writing on this… wonderful… fabulous… piece of parchment," Said Sirius magnanimously, setting the parchment down with a flourish. Remus glared at him for a moment, then grabbed a quill.
"Right," said James, "Now, you know that we can't tell Peter a word of this, he's bothered enough by the Slytherins, but this…this is worse."
"You know…it makes me wonder about Snape…if he's sneaking into a bathroom to take pictures…what WAS he doing in there anyway…" Said Sirius, who seemed to be delighted by this new possibility.
"One blackmail at a time, Sirius, and right now ours is the main problem." Said James, pulling him back from fantasies of getting pictures of Snape in pale pink dresses.
Remus scribbled something on the parchment. What do we tell Peter?
"We don't." Said James firmly. "Let him come to his own conclusions. We don't tell him anything about it until we're sure that we're in this pageant…"
"Pageant? You three?" Lily finally couldn't hold it any more, so she looked up to find very three frustrated teenage boys.
"Us two, actually," At the sound of an intruding voice, James jumped out of his chair, and prepared himself for all out war.
"All right, which one? The moron or Remus?" He shouldn't have bothered, as Lily usually didn't posses a threat, and simply seemed much to tired for any kind of fighting; verbal or physical.
"Funny, that's the exact same word that Snape used on Sirius," said James, looking thoughtfully at the said Sirius.
"Well, it does come to mind when you look at him," said Lily, flopping into a chair. "However, Snape never was the most creative. Freakish moron is better…"
"Thank you, Lily, I'm quite well, actually. How are you?" said Sirius, staring into the fire.
"Well, usually guys aren't allowed into pageants, if it makes you feel any better," said Lily.
"We know. But Snape has ins with Narsissa, which makes our problem worse." Said Sirius, standing up for no reason at all, and flopping back down again. "So our main problem is…well…we have several. What do you think our main problem is, Prongs?"
"Well, Peter can't find out about this, and we just happen to be entering a beauty pageant. Any other main problems, Moony?"
Remus glared yet again, then thought for a moment -his lips stuck in a mock pout as he scribbled a barely eligible, What are you going to wear?
He had to duck two swinging arms and a pair of overly large feet, and three fluffy cushions to escape safely to the boy's dormitory.
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