Chapter 8

(A/N) Hi! Sorry it took so long to update! And without further ado, I present Chapter 8…

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"Miss Evans, have you seen Mr. Potter? It's time for your individual dancing lesson. I believe you were both in charge of remembering to report, even with the Hogsmeade trip?"

"Um, professor, I don't think he's here quite y-"

"Here I am, Professor! Sorry, my friends and I got distracted at the joke shop," James said, rushing in and slightly out of breath. Both Lily and McGonagall fixed him with a glare.

"Don't make it a habit," McGonagall said finally, wiping her spectacles. "Waltz."

James groaned.

"Um, professor? James is really, really, really bad at that one, and so are a lot of other prefects. D'you suppose we could skip that one? It would really make us all seem more organized, if we don't all mess up on it. And, I mean, my feet…" Lily jumped in quickly.

James glanced at her feet. Aside from the obvious bandaging she had been submitted to by Madame Pomfrey, there wasn't anything wrong with her feet.

"Very well, Miss Evans. Thank you for the advice. Try the other one."

James groaned. This one was even more complex.

Lily didn't miss a beat. "Um, professor? Most of the prefects are really, really, really, really bad at that particular one…"

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"How did you do that?" James asked in amazement. "You got McGonagall to cancel three waltzes!"

"She trusts me," Lily said simply.

"So says the girl that apparated out of Hogsmeade," James said skeptically.

"So says the boy with an incredible lack of observation skills. I was dissaparating," Lily replied.

"How did you dissaparate, anyway? We can't apparate or dissaparate on school grounds. Not to mention you have to be incredibly advanced in magic to be able to do that."

"Once again, I must point out your lack of observation skills. The Shrieking Shack is hardly considered school grounds. As for how advanced I'd have to be to get it right… Well, how advanced do you think I am?"

"Humph. How'd you learn, anyway?"

Lily grinned. "Oh, I bet you'd love to know, wouldn't you? Save you time on all your pranks, wouldn't it? Well, to quote an idiot I happen to know, Mr. Potter, 'That's my business'."

James frowned as she left for her next class. 'An idiot I happen to know'. How typical. Lily Evans never gave straight answers.

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"Professor?"

Dumbledore glanced up from his paperwork. "Yes, Remus?"

"Erm…" Remus shifted slightly.

"Continue, please," the Headmaster said gently.

"Well, um, another Gryffindor student kind of… um… knows about… my…"

"Yes?"

"Well… She knows that I'm a-a… werewolf."

"Aside from your friends, you mean?"

"How did you-? Er, yes, professor. Er, Lily Evans, I think," Remus said, hoping that Lily wouldn't be angry with him later.

"Ah, yes. Miss Evans. She's a particular interest of mine, Mr. Lupin. She has a particular… gift that she shouldn't have acquired… not quite yet anyway."

Remus noted that Dumbledore had said the last part mostly to himself. Then, realizing that he was still there, Dumbledore glanced up to look at him. "Is she a good friend of yours?"

"Er, I suppose so. James doesn't like her much, really, but Sirius is fine with her. I don't know about Peter, though. She's not really being much of a friend right now, though," Remus said, muttering the last bit so Dumbledore couldn't hear.

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"Lily was called up to Dumbledore during Charms," James announced to Sirius.

"She's going to tell," Sirius answered.

"No… She's probably going to mess with our sanity before she rats us all out," James said. "She's devious and dangerous, I told you. But nooo, it's 'Lily? She's harmless', or 'You just don't like her', or maybe a 'She's very nice, actually.' I don't think so! But no one listens to me, do they? Now look, we're practically pawns in her chess game of life."

Sirius snorted. "How philosophical. 'Pawns in her chess game of life'. Didn't know your life's ambition was to become a philosopher, Prongsie-boy."

"Maybe she already told," Peter suggested.

"Or maybe she lied," James said.

"Or maybe she lied and got caught," Sirius contributed.

"Or maybe she's walking in right now listening to TWO THICK HEADED NUMBSKULLS TALK!!" Lily said, storming into the Common room. "Who was the git that told the professor I could apparate?"

Remus stirred from his sleep. "Mmm… No, mommy, I wan' the tulips, not the roses, they smell like chicken, not pie."

Disgusted, Lily gave a shrudder of exasperation and stalked into the dorms.

"She's a walking time bomb, mate," James said.

"Yeah," Sirius replied. "She's the bomb, alright… an exceedingly good looking one at that."

James raised an eyebrow at his friend.

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Lily stormed into the girls' dormitories, wand raised.

"Destrucious Table!" The desk crumpled into sawdust.

"Not enough. Wingardium Leviosa!" she shouted, raising a four-poster bed. Quite currently, she didn't care that she was defacing school property.

"Plumessant!" It dropped four feet with a loud thump!

"Quiller Mayhemus!" The ink splattered all over.

"Destrucious! Destrucious! Destrucious!"

Evelyn walked in. "Lily? Are you alright?" she asked, eyeing the damage.

"Never mind," Lily said, waving her back as a pillow flipped itself inside out. "I'll put it all back to normal when I'm done."

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Thump. Crash.

"Uh, what d'you suppose Evans' doing in there?" James asked, as a loud crashing noise came, followed by a crunching sound.

"I dunno," Sirius said blandly.

"Gee, do you think she's mad?" Remus asked sarcastically.

"Probably," Peter scurried in, changing back into human form.

"My, how difficult to figure out. How on earth did you come across this conclusion, Peter?" James asked.

Peter turned slightly pink at this. "Because she's trashing our dormitories with magic."

"What?" Sirius asked.

"Well, I s'pose she's doing it to vent out all her anger," Remus said wisely.

"Most people could only trash one dorm at a time. Evans does it two at a time," James remarked to no one.

"I suppose she's using a Duplicate Action Charm to do it. Quite simple, actually," Remus encountered.

Lily walked out. "Well… That was fun," she said with the air of one who had just taken a stroll in the park.

"Returnis Originalis," she muttered, then a silvery spark shot out of the tip of her wand and traveled into the rooms. With that, she turned and left.

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