Chapter 3
"Why did you stop?" James asked after bumping into Lily. Lily moved out of his way, motioning to the splendor of the room before them. Drapes hung in golden draping fabrics. Golden candelabras were placed in niches around the room, and in the center sat Professor Dumbledore at a beautiful golden table. The carpets and walls were Gryffindor scarlet.
"Do you like my room?" a grinning Dumbledore questioned his two students. "Professor McGonagall's sister, Aphrodite decorated it for me. It's a good thing that Aphi's daughter inherited Minerva's common sense."
"Professor McGonagall has a niece? Hmmm…" James mused.
"Just back off, James. Professor McGonagall's niece is not someone for you to flirt with," Lily scolded.
Dumbledore laughed, "I think he already knows not to mess with Rose, Lily."
"Rose! Rose is…that makes sense, actually. No wonder Professor McGonagall was so mad at Sirius for flirting with her! Ha, I think I'll file that information away and forget to tell Sirius. Jokes on him this time," James snickered thinking of Sirius' ever-increasing obsession with wooing Rose.
"Well, yes, please sit. It has come to the attention of our staff that we are going to need special spies on the look out for rumors of Voldemort's plans. I have plans for both of you and your friends. We would like to give you special privileges and exempt you from attending classes unless, of course, you would like to go. There will be trips involved and you'll have to work together. Do you think you can manage?"
"Of course we can, Professor. I think most of us are mature enough to handle a responsibility of that magnitude," Lily scoffed looking to where James was trying to make peas slide down a knife with out falling off.
"Evans, you know you only act like that to hide your true feelings of passionate love for me," James retorted never taking his eyes from the knife.
"You're starting to sound like Sirius, Potter," Lily answered, taking the knife from James' grasp. "You're supposed to set an example for the younger children, James."
"Lily, you're starting to sound like my mother. I am setting an example albeit a not so good example, but at least I'm having fun."
"I have plenty of fun," Lily argued.
"When was the last time?" James questioned, pointing accusingly at her. "When's the last time you went out and danced under the stars with your boyfriend? When was the last time you ran around in the rain because you felt like being spontaneous? When was the last time that you decided that a rule was worth breaking?"
Lily stammered, at a loss for words. This was a side of James she had never seen. Since when did James become a poet, revealing her heart to Professor Dumbledore. She glared into James' eyes, for the first time noticing that they were light blue with midnight blue flecks in them. Professor Dumbledore smiled.
"Yes, well, as amusing as this is to me. I suggest you both go and get ready for bed. The others will have already taken the first years to the dorms and tomorrow, I dare say, you shall want to go to classes to find out what you are supposed to be learning," he suggested.
Lily and James rose tiredly from their seats. James led the way to the door. He glanced and noticed a plaque with the word "Mimblewimble" embossed upon it. James began to laugh and opened the door.
Before Lily and James could escape into the great hall, they heard Dumbledore's voice calling from behind them, "Did I mention you would have to make up whatever you missed in class?"
James groaned and shut the door behind him.
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Sorry that was so short, but my English class is about to run me ragged! Anyway, please, please review! Tell me what ya liked, or give me constructive criticism. I need both to survive. Once again, I am implore you on the graves of Virgil, Tolkien, and Austen, please review!