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Chapter 3
Dumbledore smiled pleasantly up at the two as they entered his office. Lily had always liked Dumbledore; she didn't know why. He was always smiling, his blue eyes affecting his cherry face. He motioned for them to sit in the chairs that were gathered around his desk, and James and Lily gratefully did so.
"Well, how does it feel to be Head Boy and Girl?" Dumbledore asked, as he peered around at them, "I hope you're enjoying being able to boss others around and such, and I'm sure you'll find the separate bathrooms quite comfortable. Why, when I was Head Boy-" Dumbledore stopped abruptly, "Yes, well, I guess right now is not the time to be telling stories, is it?"
Lily smiled. James rolled his eyes, but couldn't help but crack a grin.
Dumbledore reached inside his desk, and pulled out a packet of papers, "These our your instructions," Dumbledore said, as he handed them the papers, "In there you will find your rules to being Head Boy and Girl, what actions cause point deductions, and what allows points to be added. You will also find your badges along with the schedule for when the play you are writing will be due. Oh, and about that play."
Lily shifted nervously in her seat. James cracked yet another grin.
"The topic for the play will be chosen today by the Student Body. Don't worry, you're allowed to vote as well. The different topics are Romance, Action/Adventure, Drama, Humor, Mystery, Parody, Angst, Musical, Supernatural, Suspense, Sci-Fi, and Fantasy. Once the genre is chosen, there is no changing it. You must write the play under that theme.
"As you can see, I would like the play to proofread it before Christmas Break. To be able to have it written by then means meeting everyday from two to four hours, and having at least—"
"Two to four hours!?" Lily broke in, "But when are we going to be able to find that much time!" She finished, throwing a dirty look at James before sitting back in her chair.
I'm getting there, Miss Evans, I'm getting there, " Dumbledore said calmly, holding up a withering hand, "You are to be exempt from two of your classes to have these gatherings. As you are both doing exceedingly well in Charms and Potions, we have decided to let you skip those classes for the first term to write the play. ("Yes!" James exclaimed.)
Dumbledore tried to suppress a grin, but with no avail, before continuing, "I am asking that you stay here during the Christmas Holidays so I can approve your play and give suggestions if you need or want them. Then, when the students come back, casting starts."
"Casting?" James asked, and Lily had a sudden urge to smack him upside the head (Wait—she always had an urge to do that.), but contained herself.
"Casting. As in picking who will play which parts in the play."
"Oh, yes, I see!" James nodded.
"Now, the whole school is open to audition for the play. I am hoping that you will not discriminate against the Slytherins, or the younger students. I am also hoping that you offer at least twenty speaking parts in your play as well as several extras, so the students have a better chance in being in the play.
"Now, along with the play, you are also asked to pick a trip for the Graduating Seventh Years. You don't have to think of that until next Semester."
Dumbledore finished his 'speech', and looked happily around at them, "Well, I dare say that you'll be happy to go back to your Common Room now, and tell your friends your most exciting news. Bye now!"
Lily and James got up quickly, and rushed out of the office. As they were heading down the stairs, Lily noticed that James looked a bit angry, and she asked him what was wrong.
"James, what is it?" Lily asked. She wasn't concerned, no; she just wanted to make sure her 'fellow' Head Boy was okay.
James glanced at her with a sour expression on his face, "Oh, nothing. I'm just not feeling well, I suppose."
Lily shrugged her shoulders, as the staircase reached the floor, "Whatever."
"Fine! I'm just not happy about this two to four hours thing," James said as he pushed the Gargoyle open.
"Hey, I'm not exactly over the moon about it either," Lily snapped back.
"I—just—well," James began, stuttering to find the right words.
"Don't want to be seen with me, is that it? Scared I'll lower your reputation? 'Fraid the girls won't be drooling over your feet any longer?" Lily glared at James, who looked wistfully away, "Well, let me tell you something, Mr. Jameson William Micheal Potter III, I don't care what people think. If they see us in the library, and think we're going out, so be it. And you know why I think that? Because I'm not bothered by their little comments. And you shouldn't be either."
Lily sent him one last murderous glimpse before she started down the hallway.
"Oh, is that all you have to say?!" James yelled, trying his best to sound threatening. Poor guy. {Umm, well…:)}
Lily stopped unexpectedly, and turned slowly around with a glint that would kill gleaming in her eyes, "I thought you wanted to be friends."
James strutted up to her, and put his hands on her shoulders, "You ever heard of alcoholism?"
"Yeah, so?" Lily said slowly, trying her best to shake his hands off her shoulders with no benefit.
"Well, that's what I'm suffering from," James said solemnly.
Lily still glared at him, only this time, surprise jumped in her eyes, "And…?"
"And sometimes when I am, I say things I shouldn't to others."
"Ooohh!" Lily bellowed, as she turned sharply around, and stomped down the hallway.
"Lil—Lily, come on, I was only joking!" James yelled desperately to her retreating back, "Fine. Just great," James threw down his hands in exasperation.
"She's got an attitude to kill, man," a voice spoke up behind him, making James jump almost three feet in the air.
"Geez, Sirius, what's your problem?!" James roared, as he began down the opposite direction of the hallway.
"Sorry!" Sirius shrieked back, trying to sound like an angry ditzy girl. James couldn't help but emit a huge grin. (Doesn't he always?) "You like her, don't you?"
This time, James looked ready to kill, "Are you crazy, Padfoot!? Like Evans? NO!"
Sirius shrugged, and said, "Believe what you want."
"Sirius! Can you for once be serious?"
"No, but that was a really good alliteration," Sirius chuckled. pro
James veered on him, "I do NOT like Evans, okay? Just let the thought go!"
Sirius shrugged yet again, "Whatever," before continuing down the hallway.
And James knew that he was right about not liking Lily. He just knew he was.
"Ow!" Christina shrieked as Liv rudely bumped into her.
"Sorry," Liv said apologetically, "Gosh, why is it so crowded out here? Have they not opened the doors or something?"
"I don't know!" Christina yelled back over the rumble of the crowd that was congregated outside the Great Hall, "Where's Twila?"
"Beats me!" No sooner had these words escaped Liv's mouth, then did a flustered Twila appear at their side.
"Come on!" She said, grabbing Liv and Christina's hands, and dragging them to the Great Doors.
"What is it?" Liv shouted, as Twila continued pulling.
"This," Twila said excitedly, stopping at a booth that was set up with people gathered around, filling out sheets.
"What is it?" Christina inquired, picking up one of the surveys.
"We get to vote for the category of the play!" Twila exclaimed, and Liv gasped and picked up one.
"Let's see…Romance, Action/Adventure, Fan—"
"Romance?!" Christina snapped her head around, "There's my vote!" She grabbed a pencil, and checked that off. She then laid it in one of the boxes.
"Christina, Christina, Christina," Liv tutted, but nevertheless, she put Romance as well.
That night, after dinner, Dumbledore stood up, and clapped his hands to silence the hall. All eyes were soon on him, as he began to make his proclamation.
"Well, the votes have been cast, and it is my pleasure to tell you what category the play will be. James and Lily will have fun writing this, I'm sure."
Lily sent a confused look Liv's way as Dumbledore reached into his pocket, and drew out a slip of paper, "The category will be…romance!"
AN: Well, that's the end! Of the chapter, I mean. Did you like it?!? Please review if you did! And if you didn't, please review anyway! No flames, though, I will use those to cool down my sister's attitude problem. Katherine :)