Disclaimer: Oh Potter, you rotter, oh what have you done? You're creating fanfic writers, they think it's quite fun. They don't own anything because they're quite sad, but really this poem is rather quite bad.

A Cinderella Story

Chapter Seven ll First Tutor Lesson (Or Session)

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"Nettlefish weed, not daffodil sprig!" Lily almost screamed at a cowering James, who was sweating profusely at his steaming cauldron.

"Sor-ree!" he huffed, trying to breathe through all the thick steam and sweeping his mutated caterpillar bits into his cauldron without Lily noticing, "Well, there, I'm done!"

"What?" Lily said, aghast, "You haven't used half of the ingredients needed for the Thundaga potion."

"Evans, we've been here for over an hour," James whined, while admiring Lily's pretty cauldron (he had forgotten to bring his own - not his fault, after all, Lily only ordered him to bring quills, parchment, his Potions book and his ruddy brain if he had one), "This potion is taking forever."

"Of course," Lily said matter-of-factly, putting out the fire, "The Thundaga potion requires at least one hour of making."

"This is our first lesson!" James said irritably, "Couldn't you have just asked me questions and do some unpractical work to see how exactly I am failing, instead of throwing at me one of the most complicated potions in the universe?"

"Nope," Lily answered simply, "Give me a corked sample, Potter."

" 'Give me a corked sample, Potter,' " James mimicked under his breath, ladling his bright pink potion into his (Lily's) flagon.

"Potter, it's pink," Lily said in a tone of bewilderment when she uncorked it.

"Yeah, so what?"

Looking like she was ready to explode, Lily upturned the flagon and the stream of pink potion began to pour out. Before it hit the floor, though, it all turned into a bundle of pink roses.

Lily put her hands to her hips and just glared at him. That look could've killed.

"What?" James said angrily; he was tired, annoyed and he smelt like the Apothecary. He didn't care if his Thundaga potion was pink. He didn't care if Lily was going to yell at him. He didn't care if she was going to throw the flagon at his head. Actually, maybe he did, but that was beside the point.

"ROSES, POTTER!" she shrieked, and James began to doze off while Lily told him in a nice little way about how stupid he was and if he kept this up there would be no wonder if he got zero-percent on his Potions N.E.W.T's.

"Yes, ma'am," he mumbled at the end of her speech.

Lily was breathing heavily and James would've been scared if he hadn't been so tired.

"That's it," she growled, clearing the pink potion away from her cauldron and levitating all the equipment to the corner of the room. She waved her wand and the table of ingredients disappeared; she waved her wand again and a desk and a chair flew to the center of the room, along with quills, parchment and the heavy textbook.

"Sit down, Potter."

"What? Why?"

"You wanted an unpractical lesson, you're getting it."

James gaped at her, "It's almost time to leave, Miss."

"You screwed the potion up, you're going to make it up to me."

"You're worse than Idolit," he muttered.

"Get to it, Potter."

TWO HOURS LATER.

A tired Lily was marking James' messy and half-ripped essay. James himself was leaning back on the two hind legs of his chair, his arms crossed and his eyes closed.

Sighing, Lily ran the last red line through the last word and wrote one single letter at the bottom.

T

"Potter!" she called sharply.

James jerked up in his surprise; his arms went flying, his chair lost its balance and he went crashing back onto the ground.

Lily had to chuckle to herself.

In five magical minutes, Lily told him it was the worst thing she had ever read, and was possibly less intelligent having read it. In five magical minutes, James said she was the worse tutor on the edge of the planet and to go stuff her mouth with a cake.

"I'm not kidding, Potter!" Lily was ranting, "This is atrocious."

"I - don't - care!" James boomed back.

It was almost midnight and the pair were tired and beyond-annoyed with each other. Lily couldn't understand how James could possibly be so stupid, and how he didn't even care. James didn't understand how Lily could possibly be so enthusiastic about learning, and how she could possibly expect him to achieve an 'A' (Lily Evans' marking style, which was probably a hundred times stricter than the N.E.W.T. people) on an essay about... about... what the heck was it about again?

By some miracle, they were finally heading back to the Gryffindor tower. James "accidentally" slammed the portrait door in Lily's face, and she screamed at him until the Fat Lady yelled, "Good holy Lord, just give me the password!"

And that is the story of the First Tutor Lesson (or session.)

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A/N: Hmm... a lot of yelling and screaming, I see. My computer's sooo infected. I'm running Ad-Aware at the moment and all these critical objects keep turning up. Hehehe. :) -.-MSQ.