A/n sorry about that (and thanks to those who gave me a little rap in the
rear to get typing- keep reviewing) so on we go! (it jumps right in from
where the last chapter left off)
We go back to our places and finish eating. We talk for a bit then go back to the common room to work and go to sleep. A normal end to a normal day.
The next evening there's a prefect meeting. I go, as I am a prefect. Lily goes too. She was a prefect before she was Head Girl, but that doesn't matter as Potter has to come. I don't need to tell you he was never a prefect. But he's Head Boy, thus making him the chief prefect, which is quite ironic, as he hates us all.
How he even became a prefect is the biggest mystery of all. For the last six years I've never seen him do work out of class, and he is always goofing off. I had to knock off twenty points for Gryffindor on the night before O.W.L.s for playing strip Exploding Snap. The memory still haunts me. It is also a prime example of why I hate him. He's not funny, he's just crass.
Potter calls the meeting to order. He has a gavel, which is completely unnecessary. Not only has it never been used in the past, prefects don't need gavels. WE respect one another.
Potter bangs the gavel onto the table. All of us jump. Really.
"I'd like to call this meeting to order," he says. Like I had noted before: totally unnecessary. We are silent already.
Lily's tuck sitting next to Potter at the head of the table. It's the Head Girl bit. The Head Girl and Boy are supposed to be equals, but Potter is a control freak. I'm always telling Lily to stop letting him do all the work, but Lily always says it makes her life easier. "Let them hate him, not me."
"Professor Dumbledore had informed me that he will be unable to attend the meeting until later on in the evening. He has business at the ministry. He does wish that the meeting still be run." Potter begins. I can't believe Dumbledore left us alone with him.
I'm not the only one who can't stand Potter, honest. A Ravenclaw Prefect and a Slytherin Prefect both have expressions of utter disgust on their faces.
Just then the door opens. Severus Snape prowls into he room. He looked around for an empty chair. There are two. One is the Dumbledore's fancy chair. The other is to Potter's left. I see that Potter has a smirk on his face. I can tell he orchestrated this. Snape looks from the chair next to Potter to Dumbledore's chair and back again.
Severus Snape has to be the only person in the school who stands up to Potter. He hates him and his whole group. I bet it's all jealousy. Snape really wanted to be Head Boy, and it was quite a shock to him when he found the title went to Mr. Quiddtich Prince. I'd be madder if it was me, and that's saying something. Despite the fact that I loathe him with every bone in his body, I do admire his social bravado. Lily did once ask me who I would prefer as Head Boy. I have not yet found a conclusion.
Snape has, and makes his way to the Headmaster's chair.
"Ah-ah-ah, that's for Professor Dumbledore," Potter says as if he's speaking to a three year old. Talk about tickling a sleeping dragon.
"Well, I'm not sitting next to you," Snape insists.
"I don't bite," Potter says jokingly.
"But your friends do."
I can't help but laugh at this comment. I expect Potter to say something, wise back, but he doesn't. Instead, he stares at Snape in a way I've never seen before, not easy-going at all.
"Sit down Snape."
He does. Next to Potter.
"Right then…."
Tonight we debate safety measures and the Dark Lord. I'm surprised to see that the Slythering prefects are very outspoken against the taking no action at all. My mum, who grew up during the time of Grindelwald always told me that students from Slytherin were Dark Arts Supporters. I'd always though that she was being prejudiced. I never had nay reason to believer her. It seems as if things are different now.
Potter's reactions are the funniest. He's quite anti-dark arts but he knows well that new security will hinder his nightly fun in the woods. I hope he makes the right decision, but in the meantime I enjoy laughing at him.
The subject goes around the room until 11:30. Dumbledore never comes at all. That's not a good sign. I would be exhausted but today is Wednesday, and Gryffondor has astronomy.
Now, all the other prefects are gone except for Lily and Potter. I pick up my telescope and wait with Lily for Potter to leave.
Thirty seconds pass. No one moves. Finally Potter makes an "after you" motion with his arm. Great. He wants to walk with us.
"Let's go Lily," Maybe we can ditch him. I hurry out the door to go before Potter can chase us. Mr. Popular could do to walk alone periodically.
SMACK! I fall to the floor and I hit my arm hard. It's not broken but I know it will bruise. At lest the weather's too cold to roll up your sleeves now.
I look up to see what made me fall. I emit a groan when I do. It's Black and the rest of the James Potter fan club.
"Watch it Perry."
"You watch it Black."
"And do get off the floor." I hate being bossed around, so I stay there. Black glares, hesitates, then steps over me. All his imbecile friends follow suit. I begin to wonder which was worse: being stepped on or bossed around by black. I need to pay them back sometime soon.
"So, James," Remus Lupin asks him, "Did the meeting go well?"
"Depends on who you are."
"Ah." I don't want to know. I've a suspicion that Potter said "depends" meaning that it was bad because the meeting was a stalemate, but good because nothing has changed for them and whatever they do out there in the wood. Probably potions.
Walking with those boys seems very awkward for everyone. For one, we all hate each other. The other reason is about what Lily and I are. If Black started talking out rule-breaking, I'd rat them out for sure. I don't think they have anything else to talk about.
Black's will breaks after several minutes. He keeps stuttering over things he can't talk about. Like the next quidditch match (April) or badmouth McShane (my favorite teacher thank you).
Finally, he chooses to bring up the subject of the Noël Night. Black asks innocently whether we've been asked yet. Laugh inwardly at his naïveté, and I know I will laugh out loud if I open my mouth. Lily however, is not rendered speechless.
"No one has been asked yet, Black,: Lily says. "Though I can't imagine why…."
Black shrugs, "no one's stopping them."
"Ha!" I can't help myself.
"What?"
"So who are you going with?" Winnie owes me.
"I haven't asked anyone, Perry."
"Surely you must have some…" Winnie really owes me.
"It sure as Hell isn't you, so I don't know why you care. And it's none of you business."
"Just making sure black. Save you some public humiliation in case your potion-rotten brain decides you do want to ask me Black."
Potter looks down at the ground. I bet he's trying to hide his laughter.
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a/n That's all for now. I know this part was a little slow but the next installment heats things up. Will write more soon(er) I promise! Keep reviewing, and check out my other stuff and review that too, I'd like it
We go back to our places and finish eating. We talk for a bit then go back to the common room to work and go to sleep. A normal end to a normal day.
The next evening there's a prefect meeting. I go, as I am a prefect. Lily goes too. She was a prefect before she was Head Girl, but that doesn't matter as Potter has to come. I don't need to tell you he was never a prefect. But he's Head Boy, thus making him the chief prefect, which is quite ironic, as he hates us all.
How he even became a prefect is the biggest mystery of all. For the last six years I've never seen him do work out of class, and he is always goofing off. I had to knock off twenty points for Gryffindor on the night before O.W.L.s for playing strip Exploding Snap. The memory still haunts me. It is also a prime example of why I hate him. He's not funny, he's just crass.
Potter calls the meeting to order. He has a gavel, which is completely unnecessary. Not only has it never been used in the past, prefects don't need gavels. WE respect one another.
Potter bangs the gavel onto the table. All of us jump. Really.
"I'd like to call this meeting to order," he says. Like I had noted before: totally unnecessary. We are silent already.
Lily's tuck sitting next to Potter at the head of the table. It's the Head Girl bit. The Head Girl and Boy are supposed to be equals, but Potter is a control freak. I'm always telling Lily to stop letting him do all the work, but Lily always says it makes her life easier. "Let them hate him, not me."
"Professor Dumbledore had informed me that he will be unable to attend the meeting until later on in the evening. He has business at the ministry. He does wish that the meeting still be run." Potter begins. I can't believe Dumbledore left us alone with him.
I'm not the only one who can't stand Potter, honest. A Ravenclaw Prefect and a Slytherin Prefect both have expressions of utter disgust on their faces.
Just then the door opens. Severus Snape prowls into he room. He looked around for an empty chair. There are two. One is the Dumbledore's fancy chair. The other is to Potter's left. I see that Potter has a smirk on his face. I can tell he orchestrated this. Snape looks from the chair next to Potter to Dumbledore's chair and back again.
Severus Snape has to be the only person in the school who stands up to Potter. He hates him and his whole group. I bet it's all jealousy. Snape really wanted to be Head Boy, and it was quite a shock to him when he found the title went to Mr. Quiddtich Prince. I'd be madder if it was me, and that's saying something. Despite the fact that I loathe him with every bone in his body, I do admire his social bravado. Lily did once ask me who I would prefer as Head Boy. I have not yet found a conclusion.
Snape has, and makes his way to the Headmaster's chair.
"Ah-ah-ah, that's for Professor Dumbledore," Potter says as if he's speaking to a three year old. Talk about tickling a sleeping dragon.
"Well, I'm not sitting next to you," Snape insists.
"I don't bite," Potter says jokingly.
"But your friends do."
I can't help but laugh at this comment. I expect Potter to say something, wise back, but he doesn't. Instead, he stares at Snape in a way I've never seen before, not easy-going at all.
"Sit down Snape."
He does. Next to Potter.
"Right then…."
Tonight we debate safety measures and the Dark Lord. I'm surprised to see that the Slythering prefects are very outspoken against the taking no action at all. My mum, who grew up during the time of Grindelwald always told me that students from Slytherin were Dark Arts Supporters. I'd always though that she was being prejudiced. I never had nay reason to believer her. It seems as if things are different now.
Potter's reactions are the funniest. He's quite anti-dark arts but he knows well that new security will hinder his nightly fun in the woods. I hope he makes the right decision, but in the meantime I enjoy laughing at him.
The subject goes around the room until 11:30. Dumbledore never comes at all. That's not a good sign. I would be exhausted but today is Wednesday, and Gryffondor has astronomy.
Now, all the other prefects are gone except for Lily and Potter. I pick up my telescope and wait with Lily for Potter to leave.
Thirty seconds pass. No one moves. Finally Potter makes an "after you" motion with his arm. Great. He wants to walk with us.
"Let's go Lily," Maybe we can ditch him. I hurry out the door to go before Potter can chase us. Mr. Popular could do to walk alone periodically.
SMACK! I fall to the floor and I hit my arm hard. It's not broken but I know it will bruise. At lest the weather's too cold to roll up your sleeves now.
I look up to see what made me fall. I emit a groan when I do. It's Black and the rest of the James Potter fan club.
"Watch it Perry."
"You watch it Black."
"And do get off the floor." I hate being bossed around, so I stay there. Black glares, hesitates, then steps over me. All his imbecile friends follow suit. I begin to wonder which was worse: being stepped on or bossed around by black. I need to pay them back sometime soon.
"So, James," Remus Lupin asks him, "Did the meeting go well?"
"Depends on who you are."
"Ah." I don't want to know. I've a suspicion that Potter said "depends" meaning that it was bad because the meeting was a stalemate, but good because nothing has changed for them and whatever they do out there in the wood. Probably potions.
Walking with those boys seems very awkward for everyone. For one, we all hate each other. The other reason is about what Lily and I are. If Black started talking out rule-breaking, I'd rat them out for sure. I don't think they have anything else to talk about.
Black's will breaks after several minutes. He keeps stuttering over things he can't talk about. Like the next quidditch match (April) or badmouth McShane (my favorite teacher thank you).
Finally, he chooses to bring up the subject of the Noël Night. Black asks innocently whether we've been asked yet. Laugh inwardly at his naïveté, and I know I will laugh out loud if I open my mouth. Lily however, is not rendered speechless.
"No one has been asked yet, Black,: Lily says. "Though I can't imagine why…."
Black shrugs, "no one's stopping them."
"Ha!" I can't help myself.
"What?"
"So who are you going with?" Winnie owes me.
"I haven't asked anyone, Perry."
"Surely you must have some…" Winnie really owes me.
"It sure as Hell isn't you, so I don't know why you care. And it's none of you business."
"Just making sure black. Save you some public humiliation in case your potion-rotten brain decides you do want to ask me Black."
Potter looks down at the ground. I bet he's trying to hide his laughter.
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a/n That's all for now. I know this part was a little slow but the next installment heats things up. Will write more soon(er) I promise! Keep reviewing, and check out my other stuff and review that too, I'd like it
