Author's Notes (disclamer as well)- I own nothing, just don't think I do. Here is the dibs on all the characters, just to keep you up.
Lily Evans- you should know
James Potter (I keep writing Harry, urgh!)- you should know
Anya- Lily's best friend
Andrea- Lily's best friend
Netta- Lily's best friend, and photographer
Sirius Black- James' best friend
Remus Lupin- James' best friend
Anra- Anya's older sister
I took up some space writing that, so just enjoy it. I don't know how to speak English in England, so be happy with American/England talk. This is the second part to my L/J fanfic (look up L/J if you don't know it). I just got some reviews, and I do plan on making this a series. Where does it say Lily's last name is Evans? Oh well, I'll change it. Summary: You'll find out, but anyhow, Lily gets mad at James. Lily and friends get back at James's Gang. Netta gets the photos developed. And a whole bunch of stuff (the usual).
Lily's Lake
Chapter 2
"Oh no! Get rid of that picture! I look like a cheeta!" Anya said, turning her head away.
Netta had developed the pictures, and was showing them to the others. Anya hadn't liked one of hers.
"I like it, it's totally you," I said.
"Unless I look like a giant cheeta I don't think it's totally me!" Anya argued, grabbing the picture.
I took it from her, and handed it back to Netta, who was framing most of them and putting them above her bed. She was nice, and developed four copies of each picture, so we each got one.
I hung up my last picture, and joined the others at Netta's bed. Andrea and Anya were framing their's still, and they had a little over their beds too. Jenna had covered her area with other things.
"Oo! Look! That's the one when Lily poured her juice down James' back! Remember?" Anya asked.
"Yeah, that was funny," I said.
It had happened the day after the rat incident. Even though it was the day before Christmas Eve, I still remembered it.
"That was a small victory on your side. They are still winning you know," Andrea said.
"What, you're keeping track?" I asked.
"What else am I suppose to do?" Andrea answered.
"Well, they won't be winning after Christmas. I sent them each a dozen blow-up bars, and since their all staying I'll get to see their faces," I said.
"I'm glad you're all staying, so I won't be alone," Netta said.
"I'm glad I don't have to go to Aunt Lucy's. She smokes and her whole house smells like it," I said, shaking my head.
Netta's family was going away, and Netta couldn't go. We had all decided to stay with her.
"Can we get on the blow-up bars?" Andrea asked.
"Sure, let me finish the tags," I said, and pulled out the packages.
Blow-up bars were candy bars with multipule flavors, but the one distinct thing about them was the they blew up in your mouth. It wasn't a very large explosion at all. But it was delightful for tricks.
I signed From LANA.
"Great! Now we have something up on them!" Netta grinned in happiness, and started dancing around the room.
The night before Christmas we spent finishing up our room. We managed to find a small, fake, Christmas tree, and set it up on a table we'd dragged to the middle of the room. The rest of the room was covered in tinsel and holly. We even had a wreath on our door.
"Please, Lily! Can I do your hair for Christmas?" Anya whined continuesly.
"No! I like my hair the way it is!" I argued, jumping from the chair to move it so I could reach the next patch of roof for tinsel.
"Pleeeeeeeeease?" Anya whined again.
"Just let her! I'm getting really sick of her pleading," Andrea said.
"Fine, just not too big," I said, and stepped back onto the chair for the last patch of roof.
"There, I think that's enough decoration, Lily," Netta said.
"Not quite. There is still one more thing no Christmas is full without, mistletoe!" I cried, and held up some mistletoe above the door.
"There, now are you done?" Netta asked me impatiently.
"Yep," I said, and grabbed a bag full of gifts for last minute wrapping.
"Where are you going?" Andrea asked as I went out the door.
"To do some last minute wrapping. Don't try to follow me!" I called after myself and jumped down the stairs and out of the common room.
I found an empty classroom and sat down to wrap the remaining gifts. I had sent my family's off that morning, and had only my friend's gifts to wrap (I had already done the boy's).
I had gotten each of them a muggle loly-pop, and then different things. I had gotten Netta a camera case, Andrea a case of colorful parchment and quills, since she loves to write, and Anya a set of hair things.
The wrapping paper was muggle-bought, but with a few charms the gifts looked wonderful.
"There," I said happily, and started back toward the Common Room.
"Wake up, Lily! It's Christmas!" Anya yelled in my ear, waking me up.
I jumped up, and slapped her across the face. It was clear, I was the last one up. Each of them mouthed hello's and returned to their piles. No one had opened anything yet.
"We are waiting," Andrea sang.
"Oh yeah," I said, and sat down next to my own pile.
The gifts were colorful, and little streamers urupted from all the gifts Anya had got us. She just shrugged when we eyed her with streamers down our face.
A portion of the pile was from my family. Mom wrote a letter saying all the gifts were in my pile, and that they missed me.
I opened my gifts and grinned at each one. Grandma and Grandpa's usual, clothing. It wasn't like I would wear it here, not those clothes at least.
Netta was very generous. She gave me choclates and a book of advanced Charms (I was doing really well in that class).
Andrea had a simple gift. She gave me golden stud earings, since I didn't wear much earings, and I didn't have that much.
And Anya was just plain funny. I got a bag full of trick things from her, enough to last me the rest of the year on revenges.
"Thanks," I told everyone, and took the little bear Violet had given me, and said it on my bed.
"Lets go see the boys. They boasted last night about how they were going to eat any candy they got in the Common Room, so everyone could see," Netta said.
We agreed, changed, and hurried downstairs. We positioned ourselves in our regular seats, right next to the boys. Anya began to do my hair, as promised. Then, finally, the boys came downstairs, holding our gift in their hands.
They sat down and put one into their mouths. The exploding sound came, and they spit them out.
We began to laugh as they took some water from a glass nearby.
"LANA, who sent us these?" Sirius yelled.
"LANA are intials, I'm guessing. And the only ones I can think of are Lily, Anya, Netta, and Andrea," James said.
We still laughed. Remus grinned.
"Lighten up, just a Christmas Joke," he said, patting their backs.
They didn't lighten up, and we had a feeling we would pay dearly. We didn't know who first, but it turned out to be me.
We sat in Potions, and the Professor began to group us into twos. I was put with James. No matter how much we complained, and begged, the Professor showed no sign of letting us switch.
"Get working, and remember to be careful around the potion!" the professor called out.
I sat back in my chair, and waited for James to return from his friend's table. He came back, hiding gigles.
"Are you ready, Potter?" I asked.
"Yep, you do plan on doing all the work, don't you?" he asked, sitting back.
I began to potion. While it was cooking I turned to see how my friend's were doing in the table behind us.
"Lily, I feel so sorry for you, and myself of course," Anya said (she was working with one of James' friends, Sirius).
"Yeah, I know," I answered.
"Lily! Lily! Oh my gosh! Lily! Your hair!" Andrea screamed.
I lifted my hair up to see that it was burning. It was on fire. I screamed in terror, and ran to the Professor.
My hair was burning rapidly, and it was up to my shoulders. The Professor took a bucket of water, and dumped it over my head, putting the flames out.
Tears mixed down my face with the water. My robes were dripping, my hair was burnt, and my eyes were red with tears.
"Miss Evans, you should go to the hospital wing, and then go back to your room," the Professor whispered in my ear.
I nodded, and went to the hospital wing.
"I have a feeling who put your hair on fire," Anya said that night, as she got scissors out.
"You mean Potter? He could have, I don't trust him a bit. But my hair, why my hair?" I cried.
"Don't worry about it. You'll look fine. I'll make your hair nice and short, and it will grow out again," Anya said.
She began to cut my hair, so it flopped right next to my ears. I felt foolish in my new hairstyle. I tucked the hair under my ears, and turned to Netta and Andrea.
"How stupid do I look?" I asked.
"You look fine. Give the style a chance, and don't worry, now no one can burn your hair without you feeling it," Andrea said.
"Wait, a picture of your new haircut!" Netta cried, and snapped a picture before I could turn my head.
"Did you have to do that?" I asked.
"Yep. Come on, we have homework, and everyone expects you to do yours. Act happy, don't let Potter get any satisfaction," Anya said.
We went downstairs and started our homework, our heads bent together. Even though we were doing our homework we were also thinking about cruel jokes to play on the boys.
"How about hanging a death skunk about their doorway!" Anya hissed.
We all collasped laughing, and then got back up. I could feel someone was staring at us, at me.
"Anya, quick. Check if someone is looking at me," I whispered.
She grinned, and turned her back around as if getting another book out of her bag. She turned back.
"Yep. It's Potter, obviously guilty," Anya said.
I laughed, and wrote the last sentence of my homework.
"I'm done. I'll meet you guys upstairs, I've got to write a letter to Mum, Dad, and Violet," I said, and grabbed my things and went upstairs.
The minute I started my letter I couldn't stop. I told my family that we think this boy put my hair in the cauldron, and set it on fire. Then Anya cut it so the burn marks didn't show. I didn't know what else to write, so I gave the letter to my owl, who was getting use to flying up to my window every Friday to mail a letter.
"Go, and be quick, Mandy. Bring back a letter or two for me!" I cried, and she flew off into the night.
I changed and sat down on my bed. I looked up at all my pictures that Netta had taken, and the ones I had hung over my bed (which was most of them). I had a pile of recently developed ones, that I had yet to frame and put over my bed. So I did that. In a half and hour I had all the pictures above and around my bed, each of them grinning and waving happidly.
I just stood there and looked at them, remembering how at home the pictures were still. Then I knew it, I was homesick.
Everyone else came in to go to bed, so I just curled up under my covers, and went to sleep.
Days went by. Skunks magically appeared in the boys bed, mice appeared in our bags, orange colored meat (looked like liver) appeared in our poridgge, and a whole bunch of other things just appeared.
We were playing a game of revenge on top of revenge, on top of revenge, etc.. We were having a grand old time thinking of new things, which included a sleep potion in their drinks.
"How about this?" Andrea said one night.
"No, save that for the end of the year," I said, looking at her idea.
It was too good not to use, but too good to use now. I looked at it, thinking the idea over in my head. It was great.
"Well, we have one week to get it ready," Anya said.
One week, I had almost forgotten. We had one week left of school, and then we would be going home. Our finals were tomorrow, and then we went home on Friday.
"What, Lily?" Netta asked.
"We've been here nearly a year, can you believe it? We are older, wiser, happier," I said.
"Yeah, hard to believe. About the contraption, we'd have to be up really late, on Thursday night, and they can have it on Friday morning," Andrea said.
I nodded, and we volunteered what to get, until everything we would need was taken.
"Go, Lily," Netta hissed.
I walked up the stairs to the boy's dorm, and opened the first years door. They were all asleep.
I turned and nodded. The others followed me up. We went to work silently, careful not to wake them up.
"Ok, Lily, your turn," Anya hissed.
I tied the string, and we hurried down the stairs, closing the door behind us. We ran up to our room, and threw ourseleves in bed, turning out the light and going to sleep.
"Ah! Cold! Cold!" was the cry that woke us all.
We looked at each other and grinned throughly. We ran downstairs and found James Potter walking down, drenched in cold water, with soap. Sirius soon followed him, drenched just as much. Remus Lupin also followed, just a few drops of water on his head (he always stuck up for our jokes, so we only gave him a few drops of water).
People began to laugh, and they eyed us curiously. We began to laugh so hard tears came into our eyes.
"We did it!" Anya hissed.
"They know who did it, lets just let the world know," Andrea said.
"We did it!" we screamed, in joy, and began to dance around the room.
The boys weren't happy, and promised revenge. Remus laughed with us, finding it highly amusing that his friends were drenched in water from head to foot.
"Well, at least they wont be able to touch us during the summer," Anya said happily as we sat on the Hogwarts express going home.
"Yeah, that's a relief. Finally, a few weeks without them!" I said, pretending to catch some rays.
"You will suffer though. Remember, you have that Anti-magic sister, what's her name again, Petal?" Andrea reminded me.
"Petunia. Don't worry, she'll stay as much out of my way as humanly possible," I answered, then added, "And I have Violet, she loves me, even as a witch."
"I wish I had a sister, instead I'm stuck being an olny child" Netta said.
"I'd trade you any day," Anya said.
We all giggled, and began a game of exploding snap. As always, Andrea won, and we were left in her dust.
"Yeah, my family has to move. Our house is too small, and my parents found us a nice one in the country," a voice said from outside our door.
We peeked through. The boys had unintentionaly sat in the compartment next to us. They didn't know, and neither had we, until that second.
"Well, I'll still get to come over, right?" Sirius asked.
"Yeah, I hope so," James said.
James was moving! Maybe somewhere else, so he wouldn't go to Hogwarts! Wishful thinking, I told myself.
I shrugged, and sat back in my seat. Mandy flew up to my window, and I opened it. She landed in with a letter from Violet. It was short.
Dear Lily, Mum and Dad will pick you up at the station, and I can't wait for you to get home. I've got to show you what I got for Christmas. Ellie and Jesse found out your coming home today from your 'boarding school". They keep calling. Next time tell me what to say. Love, Violet.
"I don't know why she would send me a letter now," I said, folding it back up.
"Who are Ellie and Jesse?" Netta asked.
"My old friends. They don't even compare to you four. They are muggles, and have no idea that I'm a witch," I said.
"Oh! Look, we are pulling into the station. One last picture before we get off!" Netta cried.
We grinned, and put our heads together. The light flashed, and we held our grinning positioned.
Snap!
Lily Evans- you should know
James Potter (I keep writing Harry, urgh!)- you should know
Anya- Lily's best friend
Andrea- Lily's best friend
Netta- Lily's best friend, and photographer
Sirius Black- James' best friend
Remus Lupin- James' best friend
Anra- Anya's older sister
I took up some space writing that, so just enjoy it. I don't know how to speak English in England, so be happy with American/England talk. This is the second part to my L/J fanfic (look up L/J if you don't know it). I just got some reviews, and I do plan on making this a series. Where does it say Lily's last name is Evans? Oh well, I'll change it. Summary: You'll find out, but anyhow, Lily gets mad at James. Lily and friends get back at James's Gang. Netta gets the photos developed. And a whole bunch of stuff (the usual).
Lily's Lake
Chapter 2
"Oh no! Get rid of that picture! I look like a cheeta!" Anya said, turning her head away.
Netta had developed the pictures, and was showing them to the others. Anya hadn't liked one of hers.
"I like it, it's totally you," I said.
"Unless I look like a giant cheeta I don't think it's totally me!" Anya argued, grabbing the picture.
I took it from her, and handed it back to Netta, who was framing most of them and putting them above her bed. She was nice, and developed four copies of each picture, so we each got one.
I hung up my last picture, and joined the others at Netta's bed. Andrea and Anya were framing their's still, and they had a little over their beds too. Jenna had covered her area with other things.
"Oo! Look! That's the one when Lily poured her juice down James' back! Remember?" Anya asked.
"Yeah, that was funny," I said.
It had happened the day after the rat incident. Even though it was the day before Christmas Eve, I still remembered it.
"That was a small victory on your side. They are still winning you know," Andrea said.
"What, you're keeping track?" I asked.
"What else am I suppose to do?" Andrea answered.
"Well, they won't be winning after Christmas. I sent them each a dozen blow-up bars, and since their all staying I'll get to see their faces," I said.
"I'm glad you're all staying, so I won't be alone," Netta said.
"I'm glad I don't have to go to Aunt Lucy's. She smokes and her whole house smells like it," I said, shaking my head.
Netta's family was going away, and Netta couldn't go. We had all decided to stay with her.
"Can we get on the blow-up bars?" Andrea asked.
"Sure, let me finish the tags," I said, and pulled out the packages.
Blow-up bars were candy bars with multipule flavors, but the one distinct thing about them was the they blew up in your mouth. It wasn't a very large explosion at all. But it was delightful for tricks.
I signed From LANA.
"Great! Now we have something up on them!" Netta grinned in happiness, and started dancing around the room.
The night before Christmas we spent finishing up our room. We managed to find a small, fake, Christmas tree, and set it up on a table we'd dragged to the middle of the room. The rest of the room was covered in tinsel and holly. We even had a wreath on our door.
"Please, Lily! Can I do your hair for Christmas?" Anya whined continuesly.
"No! I like my hair the way it is!" I argued, jumping from the chair to move it so I could reach the next patch of roof for tinsel.
"Pleeeeeeeeease?" Anya whined again.
"Just let her! I'm getting really sick of her pleading," Andrea said.
"Fine, just not too big," I said, and stepped back onto the chair for the last patch of roof.
"There, I think that's enough decoration, Lily," Netta said.
"Not quite. There is still one more thing no Christmas is full without, mistletoe!" I cried, and held up some mistletoe above the door.
"There, now are you done?" Netta asked me impatiently.
"Yep," I said, and grabbed a bag full of gifts for last minute wrapping.
"Where are you going?" Andrea asked as I went out the door.
"To do some last minute wrapping. Don't try to follow me!" I called after myself and jumped down the stairs and out of the common room.
I found an empty classroom and sat down to wrap the remaining gifts. I had sent my family's off that morning, and had only my friend's gifts to wrap (I had already done the boy's).
I had gotten each of them a muggle loly-pop, and then different things. I had gotten Netta a camera case, Andrea a case of colorful parchment and quills, since she loves to write, and Anya a set of hair things.
The wrapping paper was muggle-bought, but with a few charms the gifts looked wonderful.
"There," I said happily, and started back toward the Common Room.
"Wake up, Lily! It's Christmas!" Anya yelled in my ear, waking me up.
I jumped up, and slapped her across the face. It was clear, I was the last one up. Each of them mouthed hello's and returned to their piles. No one had opened anything yet.
"We are waiting," Andrea sang.
"Oh yeah," I said, and sat down next to my own pile.
The gifts were colorful, and little streamers urupted from all the gifts Anya had got us. She just shrugged when we eyed her with streamers down our face.
A portion of the pile was from my family. Mom wrote a letter saying all the gifts were in my pile, and that they missed me.
I opened my gifts and grinned at each one. Grandma and Grandpa's usual, clothing. It wasn't like I would wear it here, not those clothes at least.
Netta was very generous. She gave me choclates and a book of advanced Charms (I was doing really well in that class).
Andrea had a simple gift. She gave me golden stud earings, since I didn't wear much earings, and I didn't have that much.
And Anya was just plain funny. I got a bag full of trick things from her, enough to last me the rest of the year on revenges.
"Thanks," I told everyone, and took the little bear Violet had given me, and said it on my bed.
"Lets go see the boys. They boasted last night about how they were going to eat any candy they got in the Common Room, so everyone could see," Netta said.
We agreed, changed, and hurried downstairs. We positioned ourselves in our regular seats, right next to the boys. Anya began to do my hair, as promised. Then, finally, the boys came downstairs, holding our gift in their hands.
They sat down and put one into their mouths. The exploding sound came, and they spit them out.
We began to laugh as they took some water from a glass nearby.
"LANA, who sent us these?" Sirius yelled.
"LANA are intials, I'm guessing. And the only ones I can think of are Lily, Anya, Netta, and Andrea," James said.
We still laughed. Remus grinned.
"Lighten up, just a Christmas Joke," he said, patting their backs.
They didn't lighten up, and we had a feeling we would pay dearly. We didn't know who first, but it turned out to be me.
We sat in Potions, and the Professor began to group us into twos. I was put with James. No matter how much we complained, and begged, the Professor showed no sign of letting us switch.
"Get working, and remember to be careful around the potion!" the professor called out.
I sat back in my chair, and waited for James to return from his friend's table. He came back, hiding gigles.
"Are you ready, Potter?" I asked.
"Yep, you do plan on doing all the work, don't you?" he asked, sitting back.
I began to potion. While it was cooking I turned to see how my friend's were doing in the table behind us.
"Lily, I feel so sorry for you, and myself of course," Anya said (she was working with one of James' friends, Sirius).
"Yeah, I know," I answered.
"Lily! Lily! Oh my gosh! Lily! Your hair!" Andrea screamed.
I lifted my hair up to see that it was burning. It was on fire. I screamed in terror, and ran to the Professor.
My hair was burning rapidly, and it was up to my shoulders. The Professor took a bucket of water, and dumped it over my head, putting the flames out.
Tears mixed down my face with the water. My robes were dripping, my hair was burnt, and my eyes were red with tears.
"Miss Evans, you should go to the hospital wing, and then go back to your room," the Professor whispered in my ear.
I nodded, and went to the hospital wing.
"I have a feeling who put your hair on fire," Anya said that night, as she got scissors out.
"You mean Potter? He could have, I don't trust him a bit. But my hair, why my hair?" I cried.
"Don't worry about it. You'll look fine. I'll make your hair nice and short, and it will grow out again," Anya said.
She began to cut my hair, so it flopped right next to my ears. I felt foolish in my new hairstyle. I tucked the hair under my ears, and turned to Netta and Andrea.
"How stupid do I look?" I asked.
"You look fine. Give the style a chance, and don't worry, now no one can burn your hair without you feeling it," Andrea said.
"Wait, a picture of your new haircut!" Netta cried, and snapped a picture before I could turn my head.
"Did you have to do that?" I asked.
"Yep. Come on, we have homework, and everyone expects you to do yours. Act happy, don't let Potter get any satisfaction," Anya said.
We went downstairs and started our homework, our heads bent together. Even though we were doing our homework we were also thinking about cruel jokes to play on the boys.
"How about hanging a death skunk about their doorway!" Anya hissed.
We all collasped laughing, and then got back up. I could feel someone was staring at us, at me.
"Anya, quick. Check if someone is looking at me," I whispered.
She grinned, and turned her back around as if getting another book out of her bag. She turned back.
"Yep. It's Potter, obviously guilty," Anya said.
I laughed, and wrote the last sentence of my homework.
"I'm done. I'll meet you guys upstairs, I've got to write a letter to Mum, Dad, and Violet," I said, and grabbed my things and went upstairs.
The minute I started my letter I couldn't stop. I told my family that we think this boy put my hair in the cauldron, and set it on fire. Then Anya cut it so the burn marks didn't show. I didn't know what else to write, so I gave the letter to my owl, who was getting use to flying up to my window every Friday to mail a letter.
"Go, and be quick, Mandy. Bring back a letter or two for me!" I cried, and she flew off into the night.
I changed and sat down on my bed. I looked up at all my pictures that Netta had taken, and the ones I had hung over my bed (which was most of them). I had a pile of recently developed ones, that I had yet to frame and put over my bed. So I did that. In a half and hour I had all the pictures above and around my bed, each of them grinning and waving happidly.
I just stood there and looked at them, remembering how at home the pictures were still. Then I knew it, I was homesick.
Everyone else came in to go to bed, so I just curled up under my covers, and went to sleep.
Days went by. Skunks magically appeared in the boys bed, mice appeared in our bags, orange colored meat (looked like liver) appeared in our poridgge, and a whole bunch of other things just appeared.
We were playing a game of revenge on top of revenge, on top of revenge, etc.. We were having a grand old time thinking of new things, which included a sleep potion in their drinks.
"How about this?" Andrea said one night.
"No, save that for the end of the year," I said, looking at her idea.
It was too good not to use, but too good to use now. I looked at it, thinking the idea over in my head. It was great.
"Well, we have one week to get it ready," Anya said.
One week, I had almost forgotten. We had one week left of school, and then we would be going home. Our finals were tomorrow, and then we went home on Friday.
"What, Lily?" Netta asked.
"We've been here nearly a year, can you believe it? We are older, wiser, happier," I said.
"Yeah, hard to believe. About the contraption, we'd have to be up really late, on Thursday night, and they can have it on Friday morning," Andrea said.
I nodded, and we volunteered what to get, until everything we would need was taken.
"Go, Lily," Netta hissed.
I walked up the stairs to the boy's dorm, and opened the first years door. They were all asleep.
I turned and nodded. The others followed me up. We went to work silently, careful not to wake them up.
"Ok, Lily, your turn," Anya hissed.
I tied the string, and we hurried down the stairs, closing the door behind us. We ran up to our room, and threw ourseleves in bed, turning out the light and going to sleep.
"Ah! Cold! Cold!" was the cry that woke us all.
We looked at each other and grinned throughly. We ran downstairs and found James Potter walking down, drenched in cold water, with soap. Sirius soon followed him, drenched just as much. Remus Lupin also followed, just a few drops of water on his head (he always stuck up for our jokes, so we only gave him a few drops of water).
People began to laugh, and they eyed us curiously. We began to laugh so hard tears came into our eyes.
"We did it!" Anya hissed.
"They know who did it, lets just let the world know," Andrea said.
"We did it!" we screamed, in joy, and began to dance around the room.
The boys weren't happy, and promised revenge. Remus laughed with us, finding it highly amusing that his friends were drenched in water from head to foot.
"Well, at least they wont be able to touch us during the summer," Anya said happily as we sat on the Hogwarts express going home.
"Yeah, that's a relief. Finally, a few weeks without them!" I said, pretending to catch some rays.
"You will suffer though. Remember, you have that Anti-magic sister, what's her name again, Petal?" Andrea reminded me.
"Petunia. Don't worry, she'll stay as much out of my way as humanly possible," I answered, then added, "And I have Violet, she loves me, even as a witch."
"I wish I had a sister, instead I'm stuck being an olny child" Netta said.
"I'd trade you any day," Anya said.
We all giggled, and began a game of exploding snap. As always, Andrea won, and we were left in her dust.
"Yeah, my family has to move. Our house is too small, and my parents found us a nice one in the country," a voice said from outside our door.
We peeked through. The boys had unintentionaly sat in the compartment next to us. They didn't know, and neither had we, until that second.
"Well, I'll still get to come over, right?" Sirius asked.
"Yeah, I hope so," James said.
James was moving! Maybe somewhere else, so he wouldn't go to Hogwarts! Wishful thinking, I told myself.
I shrugged, and sat back in my seat. Mandy flew up to my window, and I opened it. She landed in with a letter from Violet. It was short.
Dear Lily, Mum and Dad will pick you up at the station, and I can't wait for you to get home. I've got to show you what I got for Christmas. Ellie and Jesse found out your coming home today from your 'boarding school". They keep calling. Next time tell me what to say. Love, Violet.
"I don't know why she would send me a letter now," I said, folding it back up.
"Who are Ellie and Jesse?" Netta asked.
"My old friends. They don't even compare to you four. They are muggles, and have no idea that I'm a witch," I said.
"Oh! Look, we are pulling into the station. One last picture before we get off!" Netta cried.
We grinned, and put our heads together. The light flashed, and we held our grinning positioned.
Snap!