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Ahem, anyway…

D'you know Parchmentkiller is really good fun? All you need is a piece of paper, a pencil and someone to play it with! The possibilities are endless, as long as your imagination holds out…

Oh, don't know what Parchmentkiller is? Read this new chapter to find out…

Quote on top is from Will Shakespeare.

1977, near Christmas.

"And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare,

As any she belied with false compare."

"…But here come my undefeated killing dragons." Sirius quickly drew a group of circles with wings and little heads with fire. "And they burn your castle to the ground." His pencil 'destroyed' Remus' castle.

"Oh yeah? Well, here comes, uhm, er, professor Dumbledore!" Remus drew a tall man with a long beard and a wand. "Ha! You'll never dare kill Dumbledore!"

"But here comes my secret weapon: Snape!" Sirius drew a boy with long greasy hair. "And he's using his special attack: ugliness! So Dumbledore runs away, not able to stand the hideous looks of Snape." Sirius could hardly draw for laughing.

"O no! The terrible Snape! But wait, I use the invisibility cloak I borrowed from James and run away!" Remus said, drawing a figure with a cloak.

Sirius grabbed his pencil again. "Then I come with my horde of trolls and they start stamping the field, trying to squish you." He drew a few squares.

"But it's full moon." Remus drew a circle. "And so here I come with my werewolf friends, and they bite your trolls to death, and they bite you too."

"Oh, haha, now I'm a werewolf too, so I can bite you too!"

"No, you can't because you died of the bite. Sorry, Sirius, can't help it." Remus drew a circle around the figure with the nametag 'Remus' and drew a cross through the figure named 'Sirius'. "I won!"

"Argh! You won again! But you won't win next time, I promise you that." Sirius turned to James, who was looking at the other side of the crowded common room.

It was about two days before the Christmas holidays, and they had little homework to do, so they could keep themselves occupied with other things, like killing each other on a piece of parchment.

"James, wanna join us?" asked Sirius. "C´mon, it's fun!"

"No, thank you," replied James.

"He's observing Lily again," whispered Sirius loudly to Remus, who wasn't listening to him and already drawing a new 'Remus' and 'Sirius'.

"Sirius, are you staying here this Christmas?" James suddenly asked.

"No, I told you before, James. Open your ears and listen: I. Am. Going. Home. Repeat: I am going home. Got it? Why do you want to know?"

"Hmmm, no reason."

"Lily's going home too," Remus suddenly interrupted.

"What? How do you know?" James said, his eyes shining.

"She just said that. She said she was going home but she didn't really want to because she doesn't like being with her sister. And…" Suddenly, Remus clapped his jaws together, and his whole expression clearly said: oops, I said to much.

"How do you know what she just said?" Sirius asked. "I mean, she's on the other side of the common room, and it's so crowded you can walk over the heads."

"Oh, I, er, was just making things up. I don't know if she's going home or not."

"Now I come to think of it; how did you know her name was Lily, and that she was a Headgirl, and that she was muggle-born?" James wanted to know. "You can hear it, can't you? Of course, I've read Hairy Snout, Human Heart. You can hear that."

"Yes, I can," sighed Remus. "I can hear exactly what she's saying. It's like tuning a radio; I search for the right sound and then I –"

James was not interested in how it all worked. "What's she saying now?" he asked eagerly. "She's looking this way, what's she saying?"

"That's eavesdropping! I'm not going to do that," Remus protested.

"That's not eavesdropping, it's just, er, eavesdropping. C´mon, what's she saying?"

Remus closed his eyes to listen better. "She says… she's bought a book for her sister. Hm, good choice, books are good presents."

"Hello, we know that," Sirius interrupted. "My collection of books has doubled since I know you. Continue!"

"Oh, er, she said… oh. Ehm, she said she's tired and she's going to bed soon," Remus said hastily.

"She did not say that!" said James. "I can tell from your expression. You're hiding something, c´mon, tell it, what did she say?"

"Was it something about James?" asked Sirius, who just got a bright moment.

"Yeah, was it something about me?"

Remus sighed again. "Yes. She said, uhm, she said… she said you looked cute."

"She said WHAT?!" James and Sirius said together.

Remus waved a bit embarrassed with his hand. "She said, er, she noticed you were looking at her, and she said that to her friend. And her friend, Emma, said your were looking at her more often that usual, and then Lily said, uhm, she didn't mind because, er, well, you know, you looked cute." Remus looked quite uncomfortable when he told this.

"Wow," said James. He closed his eyes, and muttered; "I look cute."

"Now, James, don't get overexcited," said Sirius. "It's only a girl."

"I beg you pardon? It's just a girl? No way," said James offended.

"But if you look at it rationally…" began Sirius. "Okay, sorry, sorry, sorry, if you look at HER rationally. Her, her, her, not it, her. Well, she's not extremely pretty or something."

"Really?" James replied coldly.

"No! I mean, her eyes might be beautiful, but her hair is too wild. And she's rather small, especially compared to you. And she's all freckly after two Care For Magical Creature lessons outside," summed Sirius up.

"That's it?" said James. "I don't see your point. Okay, her hair might be wild, but it has that beautiful red colour. She's not really that small, and I actually like those freckles."

Sirius sighed. "Hopeless." He turned to Remus. "Say something!"

Remus bowed forwards. "Look, James, have you ever to talked to her?"

"Yeah, but that was two years ago."

"Well, why don't you get up, walk over to her and say something!"

"You think I should?" asked James uncertainly.

"I'm pretty sure nothing will happen if you just keep sitting here."

"But what should I say?"

"I dunno! Wish her a merry Christmas or something. Ask her if she wants to play a game of Parchmentkiller."

"A game of whát?"

"Parchmentkiller. It's fun. You have a piece of parchment, and a pencil, and then you try to kill each other by drawing things. But that might not be a good idea," said Remus thoughtfully. "Why don't you just go to her and say something like, hi, I'm James, how are you? C´mon, do it." He pushed James of his chair, into the right direction. "That way."

Sirius and Remus watched as James nervously walked to the other side of the common room, and said something to Lily. She replied something, and he sat down next to her.

"What are they saying?" Sirius wanted to know.

"I believe that's none of our business," answered Remus.

"In that case… I've resurrected my once-defeated killing dragons, and they eat you!"

"No way, because I use a disgusting-potion on myself, so they spit me out."

"Oh yeah? Well, here comes my…"