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Lily is a bit of a lonely first year, she doesn't know many people, especially anyone popular, like James potter. She meets a bit of a weird future Slytherin, then one of James friends, when she is in a bit of a sticky situation in the girls loos. Alison helps her out, and introduces her to her friends, but when James and Lily fall out big time, how will the rest of the group react? James and Lily are forced to resolve it themselves, or they will suddenly be friendless. But is there a scheme going on in this resolution?
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He's turned on by WHAT?!
Lily blinked a few times, to make sure that the cream wasn't just some remnant of her rather odd dream about riding about on a cow. No, it was real. She sat up straight in bed. Her hand squelched something under the duvet. More cream. Whoever had done this had done a really thorough job of it. Lily was just glad it wasn't in the inside of her pajamas. She reached for her hair, dreading what she would find. About six centimeters away from her ponytail, she felt cream.
"Shit!" she said, loud enough to wake up her room mates, (or, for those who were already awake, to alert them to the fact that she was, also, awake). Lily guessed that Alison was rubbing off on her, judging by her colourful use of language so openly.
To her knowledge, there was only one person who hated her enough to do something like this, who knew the password to Gryffindor tower. And that person was going to feel the wrath of Lily Evans unleashed!
A plan was already formulating in her mind. She grabbed a handful of cream from her drapes, and then another, in her other hand, and hid her hands behind her back. She didn't need to cover herself up, because the cream was already doing a pretty good job of that. And even then, she had her pajamas.
She flung open the door to the girls' dormitories, and marched downstairs. Alison sat up and rubbed her eyes, Beatrice emerged from the bathroom, and the other Gryffindor girl who had joined them so late last night, that none of them had had a chance to speak to her, turned her head. Massaging her temples, Alison went to see what Lily had been so annoyed about. When she saw the state of her drapes, she borrowed Lily's vulgar curse. There was really nothing else you could say. She pulled on her robe messily, and tumbled down the stairs hastily after Lily. The other two, left in complete bewilderment, went to check Lily's bed to see, with there own eyes what had made the other two girls so frantic. Shocked, they followed Alison, awaiting the horrible fate of the culprit.
It was quarter to eight already, so Lily had a pretty good audience. The atmosphere in the room went from jolly to extremely quiet. One girl laughed. Lily let her. She waited until her presence had taken full effect, and then yelled into the deathly silence,
"JAMES POTTER!". It was lucky for Lily that James was a late sleeper, otherwise he wouldn't have appeared at all, and she would have looked pretty ridiculous. But he came eventually, rubbing his eyes and yawning. He, like Alison, had quickly pulled on his robe, only his was pulled on inside out. When he caught sight of Lily, he burst into laughter. Lily didn't really think he was in any position to criticize, from the state of his cloak, but she stood her ground in silence. He laughed so hard that he couldn't breathe, and was clutching the banister for support. No one else dared move; the older years wouldn't admit it, but the younger ones would have; they were afraid of her. She stood there, trying to look dignified. Well, as dignified as you can look when you're covered from head to toe in cream. But she managed it.
Lily's expression as unreadable, as her face was covered in cream, but every now and then Alison saw it twitch in fury. She let James approach further and further. She had to get a good aim. Her cream filled hands were still waiting behind her back, quivering with anticipation, ready to strike. Her face lit up in a manic smile as he staggered within her range. Still unaware. Still laughing stupidly.
Her target was a perfect distance away. She slapped. Then smiled with satisfaction as his smug features changed from hysterical to angry. She smothered the cream in to his face. Then she brought the other arm swinging in, full of cream, and smothered that in his face too. She flicked the cream off of her own face and wiped it in his hair. Then she brushed her hands, and walked away. This time everyone could see her grim smile as she climbed the girl's staircase.
James just stood there, utterly humiliated, the butt of his own joke, whilst people sniggered uncontrollably at him. He didn't have such a power over the audience as Lily did. At that moment, and just for a brief second, he wished he did. Then he reminded himself that he didn't want anything that Lily Evans did. She was going to pay. He walked, defeated, up the staircase to his dormitory.
Unaware of James' plotting, although she did have an inkling, Lily took a long shower, washing all the cream off of herself, and watching the white foam swirl down the plug hole absently. All her anger seemed to wash away down the plug hole with it, and by the time Lily came out of the bathroom, she was happy, jolly Lily again. However, Lily's other room mates were having great difficulty believing it, however many times she told them. Well, all except Alison. She grinned at Lily and said,
"Nice one!"
She held her hand up to be slapped and Lily obliged accordingly. She was beginning to like this girl more and more.
*
Lily and Alison followed some sixth years who appeared to know their way around the castle down to breakfast. Which was a rather unfortunate move, since these particular sixth years weren't actually going to breakfast.
The odd pair realized this when their two sixth years entered a dungeon. And so they were left, with no sense of direction whatsoever, by the dungeons. It was freezing. Lily was unpleasantly reminded of her lake incident the previous day. She shuddered.
"Let's get out of here, it's like walking through an ice sculpture," She whispered through chattering teeth.
"But without the ice," Alison added, a wry smile on her face. Lily didn't know how she could prevent her teeth from chattering, but she was doing so, and admirably. As they walked up a staircase, Alison added, for Lily was to cold to talk, "Let's not follow anyone anymore." All Lily could do was smile.
Approximately half an hour and lots of confusion later, Lily and Alison arrived in the great hall. There were huge double doors at the entrance, like the ones at the front entry to the school. They had huge depictions of foliage on the front twisting up the doors, entwined with vines and petals. Lily stood, looking at them in awe, until a weary Alison dragged her inside. They hadn't even had breakfast yet, and they were already tired.
Alison sat down opposite Sirius, and Lily sat down next to her. Sirius grinned,
"You missed the post." He handed Lily and Alison two pieces of paper, with their names on. Lily looked puzzled.
"How does the post get all the way out here?" She asked, completely oblivious to the way of wizarding post.
Sirius grinned again, "Owls." He said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Lily gave him another odd look, so he gave *her* further explanation:
"Didn't you think it was a tiny bit weird that we had a pet owl?" Lily nodded.
"I thought it was weird that you *and* Remus had pet owls, but it didn't seem like anything excessively suspicious."
"Well, owls deliver your post for you."
"What?! Sirius, you and Remus have a lot of explaining to do.
Leaving Sirius to consider the threat, she went back to her breakfast, looking at the piece of paper that Sirius had given her properly for the first time. At the top it said 'Lily Evans, Hogwarts timetable.' So it was a timetable. Lily looked to Monday first thing. They had Defense against the dark arts with the Slytherins.
"Is Defense against the dark arts good?" She asked Remus. He shrugged.
"I don't know any better than you do."
"Who are the Slytherins?"
"The slimiest, greasiest house in all of Hogwarts!" Sirius interjected. Remus shut his mouth pointedly and gave Sirius an is-there-any-point look. Sirius pretended very badly, like he hadn't noticed, and pointed,
"That's their house table over there." Lily looked over to the darkest side of the great hall. The table had a cynical aura around it. Lily shuddered. Alison leaned over Lily's shoulder to look at her timetable, and Sirius continued,
"All bad wizards that come to Hogwarts were in Slytherin." He pulled a face, and added darkly, "Or are."
Lily wasn't surprised to learn that Kari had been sorted into Slytherin. And she remembered those boys on the train who had laughed at her. They had said the 'Slytherin common room'. Lily made the assumption that they were Slytherins too. When she craned her neck to see, sure enough, they were there. She finished her breakfast, and her spoon clattered into her bowl with a satisfied,
"Ahhhh." She checked her timetable again, and then her watch. She checked her watch again, sitting bolt upright.
"Shit! Alison, we have to be in defense against the dark arts in two minutes!"
"What?" Alison stood up so fast, that she almost fell over back wards. She received some very strange looks from people near her. She ignored them, and the two frantic girls rushed out of the hall, their hats in their hands.
It took eight minutes to sprint their way through all the corridors and find their defense against the dark arts classroom. When they arrived, Alison stepped in front of Lily and knocked timidly on the door. Both of the girls were gasping for breath as the door swung open. One of the boys from the compartment from the train, had opened it. He had his head down so that the fat on his neck had doubled up, and it gave the impression that he had three chins. It was most unattractive. He waddled back to his seat obediently.
Lily looked up at the professor. Her nostrils flared in distaste. He was spread out over a large chair, (so spread out, in fact, that it didn't look to Lily like he would be able to un-spread himself) with greasy brown hair plastered to his head in a very accentuated middle parting. He had a collar that came up to his neck, so it seemed as if he didn't have one. He had thick glasses, not unlike Beatrice's, perched on the end of his nose. She caught Alison's stare, and widened her eyes in disbelief.
When the man spoke it was through his nose, so his voice came out rather constipated. All in all, not a particularly nice professor.
He said to them,
"Sit." He didn't say a lot, but you could still hear his nasal voice quite clearly. Looking at his watch he expanded on his first remark,
"You girls are eight minutes late. That is eight points from Gryffindor." Lily breathed in sharply. That was rather harsh. They were first years, they didn't know their way around. She protested,
"We couldn't find the classroom!" Big mistake.
"All the others managed to make it here on time." Lily couldn't argue with that.
"That's another eight points from Gryffindor, Miss..." He checked his register "...Evans. If you don't sit down this instant, I will make it eighty." Lily gave him a sullen look and went to sit where Alison was setting out her books. As the last remark was given, she had seen a slight movement out of the corner of her eye. It was given by a boy in the back of the class, whose face she couldn't distinguish because of the shadows. She could tell, however, that he was covering his mouth with the back of his hand, suppressing a snigger.
As she walked past she kicked his shins. She felt it was very subtle, and it obviously was, because no one said anything. There was absolute silence. She felt everyone's eyes follow her as she made her way to her seat. She was sorely tempted to gesture very rudely at all of them, but resisted the temptation, and just flopped onto her seat.
The professor drew breath and spoke, talking as if continuing from a previous conversation.
"As I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted," Here he glanced at Lily and Alison, "I am professor Lynch, and I will be your defense against the dark arts teacher. Today, there will be no practical, but we will be copying from a text book. Open them up to page seven, and copy out passages four to eight. Then do the exercises one to nine. In SILENCE"
Lily did all of these things with a sour air glancing irritably every now and them at the professor. She found it surprisingly easy, and finished long before many people. A small chatter broke out between all those that had finished. At this point, James Potter took the chance to lean backwards on his chair and say,
"Dear carrot head, what would happen if we gave you a map, eh? Maybe you'd be on time to lessons?"
Lily was seething. She forced a smile, and said, "Dear Potty face, what would happen if we gave you a brain, eh? Maybe you'd be clever enough to tell when some one's going to slap you?" She said back, in direct imitation.
His face turned from sneering to angry. "At least I didn't loose Gryffindor Sixteen points in my first LESSON!"
"Well done Potter, You can add! How clever. Would you like a sticker that says, 'I did my first sum ever today'?"
"I don't know, would you like a sticker that says, 'I lost my first house points ever today'?"
Lily was about to reply when Professor Lynch called out,
"I thought I said silence. Or do you know better, Mr. Potter?" James blushed and turned around, just catching Lily's smug smile.
The whole class immediately went silent and pretended to work. Lily rolled her parchment and unrolled it again, for lack of something to do. She looked up at professor Lynch. He caught her gaze, she saw his eyes widen, and he quickly looked back down at his work.
She rolled her parchment up again and looked up at the professor interestedly. Rubbing his neck, he looked down at his book, and he inhaled trying to calm himself. She did the same thing once more, just to be sure. He reacted in exactly the same way. A small smile appeared on her face. She wrote on a piece of paper which she slid across the desk to Alison,
'Old Lynch is a pervert'
Alison wrote back, 'Why does that not surprise me?'
'I have proof.'
'Really? What?'
'He's turned on by rolling parchment' Was her reply. It was all Alison could do to not burst out into laughter. She jerked forward in silent hysterics, and had to pretend to be picking her quill up.
'He's turned on by WHAT?!'
'Watch this'
Lily rolled her parchment back up, doing her best to be sexy. She flicked her hair over her shoulder, and stuck her hips back. Lynch tried not to look as if he was looking at her but it was very obvious that he was. He blushed, and feigned work. Lily grinned at Alison, who was sprawled over the desk in silent laughter, convulsing every time a new wave hit her. She was using Sirius' back, who was the (in Lily's opinion unfortunate) person occupying the seat next to James, as a cover.
Lily slid another bit of parchment across the table. It said,
'Wait until the end of the lesson. See if he has his book over his... cause he'll have a... you know'
Alison grinned, and replied 'Lily!'
But she checked her watch anyway. It was five minutes until the end of the lesson. They exchanged knowing glances. Alison scribbled the last of the answers down on her parchment, with a flourished full stop. For the remainder of the lesson, both girls rolled parchment like there was no tomorrow, trying not to burst into hysterics.
They received very strange looks from the rest of the class, wondering what on earth they could be doing, but it was worth it, just to see the look on his face. Lily new she would get her revenge. And she got it.
When Lynch got out of his chair to see the class out, his book was awkwardly placed over a rather private area about his body. Lily whispered to Alison loudly,
"Subtle!" and they both ran out of the classroom hysterical about what they had just done.
*
Lily Evans was fortunate enough to be the recipient of the gift of intelligence. This she expanded and used wisely throughout her life time. However, she was unfortunate enough to be a recipient of the gift of sleepwalking. This is an unpleasant gift at the best of times, but when one sleeps in the same common room as one's worst enemy, the results can be absolutely catastrophic, as they were one evening in late September.
Lily had always been a pretty heavy sleeper, and was especially tired that evening, because she had been up finishing an urgent piece of charms homework late the previous night. As soon as her head hit the pillow, she was fast asleep.
That meant she didn't wake up when, at midnight, she sat up and banged her head on the post of her bed. Or when she wandered out of the first year girls dormitory and down into the common room. Or when she climbed the staircase that led to the first year boys dormitory. In fact, she remained asleep while she padded silently into the boys room, and continued to stay asleep while she unbuttoned the top half of her pajamas and took the blouse off. It lay in a discarded pile on the floor. She then headed for the nearest bed, drew the hangings, and clambered into the bed along with it's owner.
That owner just happened to be James Potter.
He was the complete opposite to Lily in sleeping terms. He was a light sleeper, and, having done the charms homework prior to the night before it was due in, was not starved of sleep, and was particularly awake. Consequently, he woke up the minute Lily fell onto the bed. It was still jiggling with the repercussions of the blow.
Even thought James was a light sleeper, he did not get up easily. When he woke, facing the wall, he merely rolled over, moaning a little, and closed his eyes. Before they closed, he saw a flash of red spread across the pillow. It took a moment for his brain to process this sight, but when it did, his eyes snapped open in horror, and he sat up. He looked slowly around, dreading what awaited his stare. When he saw that his worst enemy was in bed with him, topless, he shouted out the only thing he could think of:
"Holy SHIT!"
He shook his head, and tried to calm his rapid breathing. He thought out everything he could do, or tried to, but his head was spinning. First he tried waking Lily up. He shook her and shook her until she nearly fell out of bed, but caught her just in time. He didn't want to face what he would have to see if she did fall out of bed. So he tried yelling at her, but he couldn't yell too loudly because he would wake the rest of the house up. He didn't like to think about the implications of the position that he and Lily were in at the moment, which would spread around faster than wild fire.
It was hopeless, he decided. He would never wake her up by shouting. Closing his eyes, he massaged his temples, trying to decide what to do, then clambered carefully over Lily. He was sorely tempted to kick her, although he didn't.
Shaking his head, not quite believing what had happened he went to wake Sirius up. He was the closest to Lily... wasn't he? Well, too late. As soon as James shook him, Sirius' eyes opened. James wished it had been that simple with Lily. The minute Sirius sat up James knew it had been a mistake to wake him up. Why on earth hadn't he woken Remus instead? He shook his head, and Sirius grinned.
"What can I do for you Jamesiepoo?"
"I *told* you not to call me that." James muttered sullenly, avoiding the question. Sirius leapt out of bed, apparently not caring that it was half past twelve at night, bounding around the room like a lunatic.
"Sooo, what did you get me up for?" James shut his eyes in hopelessness and hung his head.
"Look in my bed," he said, submissively.
Sirius grinned. "Who's in there James, you ravishing beast!" James shook his head. How close did he know he was to the truth? Ricocheting off every wall, Sirius eventually reached James' bed, and slid back the curtain. When he did, his hands flew to his mouth in horror, and he flung he curtain back into it's place.
"James, what have you been doing?" He sounded truly worried. James resisted a grin, and decided to lead Sirius on for a bit.
"Oh Sirius, I don't know if I've done the right thing!" James tried to sound like he meant it, but the reaction on Sirius' face was just too much. He burst into laughter. Sirius was frowning at having been made a fool out of, and scuffed the ground with his foot. But suddenly a moan drifted through from Remus' drapes, and he fell out of bed. Immediately he sat up and forward, so fast that he banged his head on his knee. Sirius had to laugh then. He laughed, and laughed and laughed at Remus' stupidity.
They were both rolling around the floor in hysterics, while Remus stood there, withering them with his glare. Suddenly he frowned,
"Why are you two up, anyway?"
Suddenly James sobered, but Sirius continued to laugh, if possible, harder than before. James sighed and Sirius managed to choke out,
"It's---so---*funny*!"
Remus raised an eyebrow. "Do I want to know what?" He said, folding his arms.
"Look---in---James'---bed!"
Remus stood for a second, whilst making his decision: anything Sirius thought was funny was likely either to be perverted, or harm you in some strange and apparently hilarious way. Slowly he walked over to James' bed. Wincing, he pulled back the curtain, preparing himself. When he opened his eyes, the sight he saw made him react in exactly the way James had done.
"Did- what-" He stopped up able to go on, his face a mask of horror and confusion.
James said, in his best sensible voice: "Remus, don't be stupid. I'm eleven."
Remus sighed slightly in relief. "But, how did she-"
"She sleepwalked into my room, took her top off, and got into bed with me. Look, there's her top on the floor to prove it. Why it had to be my bed, I don't know, but that's how it happened. Lord knows why I woke up Sirius."
Remus grinned, sympathizing with James completely. When you are in an embarrassing situation, Sirius was the worst person in the *world* to alert. Remus had learnt this through first hand experience when, a about a year back, he had told everyone about Remus' first crush. The girl had come up to Remus, slapped him and said,
"I'm not that kind of girl." Remus started to subconsciously rub his cheek, where he had been slapped, wondering, for the billionth time, what Sirius had told her. Well, there was no use in worrying about it now. He would never find out.
"I can empathize completely."
James smiled weakly. "Well, now you're up, do you know what to do?"
Remus smiled. He had a feeling he knew who would deal with this very well. In fact, she would think it was a huge joke.
"I know what to do."
Remus crept down the darkened stairway, wincing every time the staircase creaked. It creaked a great many time, so Remus had to wince and stop a great many times. Eventually, he made it to the common room, where the fire cast a flickering stretch of light across the room. He signed in relief, then almost let out a groan as he realised that he had to climb the girls staircase.
When he reached the top, he slowly pushed the door open. It gave a long loud creak as he did so, that resounded around the common room, and made Remus cringe. He slipped inside, and into the silence and the shadows of a girls' dormitory. Suddenly a cold sweaty palm closed over his mouth cutting off his air supply, and leaving him dizzy for lack of it. He struggled, but he was weak with little oxygen, and eventually blacked out...
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Lily is a bit of a lonely first year, she doesn't know many people, especially anyone popular, like James potter. She meets a bit of a weird future Slytherin, then one of James friends, when she is in a bit of a sticky situation in the girls loos. Alison helps her out, and introduces her to her friends, but when James and Lily fall out big time, how will the rest of the group react? James and Lily are forced to resolve it themselves, or they will suddenly be friendless. But is there a scheme going on in this resolution?
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He's turned on by WHAT?!
Lily blinked a few times, to make sure that the cream wasn't just some remnant of her rather odd dream about riding about on a cow. No, it was real. She sat up straight in bed. Her hand squelched something under the duvet. More cream. Whoever had done this had done a really thorough job of it. Lily was just glad it wasn't in the inside of her pajamas. She reached for her hair, dreading what she would find. About six centimeters away from her ponytail, she felt cream.
"Shit!" she said, loud enough to wake up her room mates, (or, for those who were already awake, to alert them to the fact that she was, also, awake). Lily guessed that Alison was rubbing off on her, judging by her colourful use of language so openly.
To her knowledge, there was only one person who hated her enough to do something like this, who knew the password to Gryffindor tower. And that person was going to feel the wrath of Lily Evans unleashed!
A plan was already formulating in her mind. She grabbed a handful of cream from her drapes, and then another, in her other hand, and hid her hands behind her back. She didn't need to cover herself up, because the cream was already doing a pretty good job of that. And even then, she had her pajamas.
She flung open the door to the girls' dormitories, and marched downstairs. Alison sat up and rubbed her eyes, Beatrice emerged from the bathroom, and the other Gryffindor girl who had joined them so late last night, that none of them had had a chance to speak to her, turned her head. Massaging her temples, Alison went to see what Lily had been so annoyed about. When she saw the state of her drapes, she borrowed Lily's vulgar curse. There was really nothing else you could say. She pulled on her robe messily, and tumbled down the stairs hastily after Lily. The other two, left in complete bewilderment, went to check Lily's bed to see, with there own eyes what had made the other two girls so frantic. Shocked, they followed Alison, awaiting the horrible fate of the culprit.
It was quarter to eight already, so Lily had a pretty good audience. The atmosphere in the room went from jolly to extremely quiet. One girl laughed. Lily let her. She waited until her presence had taken full effect, and then yelled into the deathly silence,
"JAMES POTTER!". It was lucky for Lily that James was a late sleeper, otherwise he wouldn't have appeared at all, and she would have looked pretty ridiculous. But he came eventually, rubbing his eyes and yawning. He, like Alison, had quickly pulled on his robe, only his was pulled on inside out. When he caught sight of Lily, he burst into laughter. Lily didn't really think he was in any position to criticize, from the state of his cloak, but she stood her ground in silence. He laughed so hard that he couldn't breathe, and was clutching the banister for support. No one else dared move; the older years wouldn't admit it, but the younger ones would have; they were afraid of her. She stood there, trying to look dignified. Well, as dignified as you can look when you're covered from head to toe in cream. But she managed it.
Lily's expression as unreadable, as her face was covered in cream, but every now and then Alison saw it twitch in fury. She let James approach further and further. She had to get a good aim. Her cream filled hands were still waiting behind her back, quivering with anticipation, ready to strike. Her face lit up in a manic smile as he staggered within her range. Still unaware. Still laughing stupidly.
Her target was a perfect distance away. She slapped. Then smiled with satisfaction as his smug features changed from hysterical to angry. She smothered the cream in to his face. Then she brought the other arm swinging in, full of cream, and smothered that in his face too. She flicked the cream off of her own face and wiped it in his hair. Then she brushed her hands, and walked away. This time everyone could see her grim smile as she climbed the girl's staircase.
James just stood there, utterly humiliated, the butt of his own joke, whilst people sniggered uncontrollably at him. He didn't have such a power over the audience as Lily did. At that moment, and just for a brief second, he wished he did. Then he reminded himself that he didn't want anything that Lily Evans did. She was going to pay. He walked, defeated, up the staircase to his dormitory.
Unaware of James' plotting, although she did have an inkling, Lily took a long shower, washing all the cream off of herself, and watching the white foam swirl down the plug hole absently. All her anger seemed to wash away down the plug hole with it, and by the time Lily came out of the bathroom, she was happy, jolly Lily again. However, Lily's other room mates were having great difficulty believing it, however many times she told them. Well, all except Alison. She grinned at Lily and said,
"Nice one!"
She held her hand up to be slapped and Lily obliged accordingly. She was beginning to like this girl more and more.
*
Lily and Alison followed some sixth years who appeared to know their way around the castle down to breakfast. Which was a rather unfortunate move, since these particular sixth years weren't actually going to breakfast.
The odd pair realized this when their two sixth years entered a dungeon. And so they were left, with no sense of direction whatsoever, by the dungeons. It was freezing. Lily was unpleasantly reminded of her lake incident the previous day. She shuddered.
"Let's get out of here, it's like walking through an ice sculpture," She whispered through chattering teeth.
"But without the ice," Alison added, a wry smile on her face. Lily didn't know how she could prevent her teeth from chattering, but she was doing so, and admirably. As they walked up a staircase, Alison added, for Lily was to cold to talk, "Let's not follow anyone anymore." All Lily could do was smile.
Approximately half an hour and lots of confusion later, Lily and Alison arrived in the great hall. There were huge double doors at the entrance, like the ones at the front entry to the school. They had huge depictions of foliage on the front twisting up the doors, entwined with vines and petals. Lily stood, looking at them in awe, until a weary Alison dragged her inside. They hadn't even had breakfast yet, and they were already tired.
Alison sat down opposite Sirius, and Lily sat down next to her. Sirius grinned,
"You missed the post." He handed Lily and Alison two pieces of paper, with their names on. Lily looked puzzled.
"How does the post get all the way out here?" She asked, completely oblivious to the way of wizarding post.
Sirius grinned again, "Owls." He said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Lily gave him another odd look, so he gave *her* further explanation:
"Didn't you think it was a tiny bit weird that we had a pet owl?" Lily nodded.
"I thought it was weird that you *and* Remus had pet owls, but it didn't seem like anything excessively suspicious."
"Well, owls deliver your post for you."
"What?! Sirius, you and Remus have a lot of explaining to do.
Leaving Sirius to consider the threat, she went back to her breakfast, looking at the piece of paper that Sirius had given her properly for the first time. At the top it said 'Lily Evans, Hogwarts timetable.' So it was a timetable. Lily looked to Monday first thing. They had Defense against the dark arts with the Slytherins.
"Is Defense against the dark arts good?" She asked Remus. He shrugged.
"I don't know any better than you do."
"Who are the Slytherins?"
"The slimiest, greasiest house in all of Hogwarts!" Sirius interjected. Remus shut his mouth pointedly and gave Sirius an is-there-any-point look. Sirius pretended very badly, like he hadn't noticed, and pointed,
"That's their house table over there." Lily looked over to the darkest side of the great hall. The table had a cynical aura around it. Lily shuddered. Alison leaned over Lily's shoulder to look at her timetable, and Sirius continued,
"All bad wizards that come to Hogwarts were in Slytherin." He pulled a face, and added darkly, "Or are."
Lily wasn't surprised to learn that Kari had been sorted into Slytherin. And she remembered those boys on the train who had laughed at her. They had said the 'Slytherin common room'. Lily made the assumption that they were Slytherins too. When she craned her neck to see, sure enough, they were there. She finished her breakfast, and her spoon clattered into her bowl with a satisfied,
"Ahhhh." She checked her timetable again, and then her watch. She checked her watch again, sitting bolt upright.
"Shit! Alison, we have to be in defense against the dark arts in two minutes!"
"What?" Alison stood up so fast, that she almost fell over back wards. She received some very strange looks from people near her. She ignored them, and the two frantic girls rushed out of the hall, their hats in their hands.
It took eight minutes to sprint their way through all the corridors and find their defense against the dark arts classroom. When they arrived, Alison stepped in front of Lily and knocked timidly on the door. Both of the girls were gasping for breath as the door swung open. One of the boys from the compartment from the train, had opened it. He had his head down so that the fat on his neck had doubled up, and it gave the impression that he had three chins. It was most unattractive. He waddled back to his seat obediently.
Lily looked up at the professor. Her nostrils flared in distaste. He was spread out over a large chair, (so spread out, in fact, that it didn't look to Lily like he would be able to un-spread himself) with greasy brown hair plastered to his head in a very accentuated middle parting. He had a collar that came up to his neck, so it seemed as if he didn't have one. He had thick glasses, not unlike Beatrice's, perched on the end of his nose. She caught Alison's stare, and widened her eyes in disbelief.
When the man spoke it was through his nose, so his voice came out rather constipated. All in all, not a particularly nice professor.
He said to them,
"Sit." He didn't say a lot, but you could still hear his nasal voice quite clearly. Looking at his watch he expanded on his first remark,
"You girls are eight minutes late. That is eight points from Gryffindor." Lily breathed in sharply. That was rather harsh. They were first years, they didn't know their way around. She protested,
"We couldn't find the classroom!" Big mistake.
"All the others managed to make it here on time." Lily couldn't argue with that.
"That's another eight points from Gryffindor, Miss..." He checked his register "...Evans. If you don't sit down this instant, I will make it eighty." Lily gave him a sullen look and went to sit where Alison was setting out her books. As the last remark was given, she had seen a slight movement out of the corner of her eye. It was given by a boy in the back of the class, whose face she couldn't distinguish because of the shadows. She could tell, however, that he was covering his mouth with the back of his hand, suppressing a snigger.
As she walked past she kicked his shins. She felt it was very subtle, and it obviously was, because no one said anything. There was absolute silence. She felt everyone's eyes follow her as she made her way to her seat. She was sorely tempted to gesture very rudely at all of them, but resisted the temptation, and just flopped onto her seat.
The professor drew breath and spoke, talking as if continuing from a previous conversation.
"As I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted," Here he glanced at Lily and Alison, "I am professor Lynch, and I will be your defense against the dark arts teacher. Today, there will be no practical, but we will be copying from a text book. Open them up to page seven, and copy out passages four to eight. Then do the exercises one to nine. In SILENCE"
Lily did all of these things with a sour air glancing irritably every now and them at the professor. She found it surprisingly easy, and finished long before many people. A small chatter broke out between all those that had finished. At this point, James Potter took the chance to lean backwards on his chair and say,
"Dear carrot head, what would happen if we gave you a map, eh? Maybe you'd be on time to lessons?"
Lily was seething. She forced a smile, and said, "Dear Potty face, what would happen if we gave you a brain, eh? Maybe you'd be clever enough to tell when some one's going to slap you?" She said back, in direct imitation.
His face turned from sneering to angry. "At least I didn't loose Gryffindor Sixteen points in my first LESSON!"
"Well done Potter, You can add! How clever. Would you like a sticker that says, 'I did my first sum ever today'?"
"I don't know, would you like a sticker that says, 'I lost my first house points ever today'?"
Lily was about to reply when Professor Lynch called out,
"I thought I said silence. Or do you know better, Mr. Potter?" James blushed and turned around, just catching Lily's smug smile.
The whole class immediately went silent and pretended to work. Lily rolled her parchment and unrolled it again, for lack of something to do. She looked up at professor Lynch. He caught her gaze, she saw his eyes widen, and he quickly looked back down at his work.
She rolled her parchment up again and looked up at the professor interestedly. Rubbing his neck, he looked down at his book, and he inhaled trying to calm himself. She did the same thing once more, just to be sure. He reacted in exactly the same way. A small smile appeared on her face. She wrote on a piece of paper which she slid across the desk to Alison,
'Old Lynch is a pervert'
Alison wrote back, 'Why does that not surprise me?'
'I have proof.'
'Really? What?'
'He's turned on by rolling parchment' Was her reply. It was all Alison could do to not burst out into laughter. She jerked forward in silent hysterics, and had to pretend to be picking her quill up.
'He's turned on by WHAT?!'
'Watch this'
Lily rolled her parchment back up, doing her best to be sexy. She flicked her hair over her shoulder, and stuck her hips back. Lynch tried not to look as if he was looking at her but it was very obvious that he was. He blushed, and feigned work. Lily grinned at Alison, who was sprawled over the desk in silent laughter, convulsing every time a new wave hit her. She was using Sirius' back, who was the (in Lily's opinion unfortunate) person occupying the seat next to James, as a cover.
Lily slid another bit of parchment across the table. It said,
'Wait until the end of the lesson. See if he has his book over his... cause he'll have a... you know'
Alison grinned, and replied 'Lily!'
But she checked her watch anyway. It was five minutes until the end of the lesson. They exchanged knowing glances. Alison scribbled the last of the answers down on her parchment, with a flourished full stop. For the remainder of the lesson, both girls rolled parchment like there was no tomorrow, trying not to burst into hysterics.
They received very strange looks from the rest of the class, wondering what on earth they could be doing, but it was worth it, just to see the look on his face. Lily new she would get her revenge. And she got it.
When Lynch got out of his chair to see the class out, his book was awkwardly placed over a rather private area about his body. Lily whispered to Alison loudly,
"Subtle!" and they both ran out of the classroom hysterical about what they had just done.
*
Lily Evans was fortunate enough to be the recipient of the gift of intelligence. This she expanded and used wisely throughout her life time. However, she was unfortunate enough to be a recipient of the gift of sleepwalking. This is an unpleasant gift at the best of times, but when one sleeps in the same common room as one's worst enemy, the results can be absolutely catastrophic, as they were one evening in late September.
Lily had always been a pretty heavy sleeper, and was especially tired that evening, because she had been up finishing an urgent piece of charms homework late the previous night. As soon as her head hit the pillow, she was fast asleep.
That meant she didn't wake up when, at midnight, she sat up and banged her head on the post of her bed. Or when she wandered out of the first year girls dormitory and down into the common room. Or when she climbed the staircase that led to the first year boys dormitory. In fact, she remained asleep while she padded silently into the boys room, and continued to stay asleep while she unbuttoned the top half of her pajamas and took the blouse off. It lay in a discarded pile on the floor. She then headed for the nearest bed, drew the hangings, and clambered into the bed along with it's owner.
That owner just happened to be James Potter.
He was the complete opposite to Lily in sleeping terms. He was a light sleeper, and, having done the charms homework prior to the night before it was due in, was not starved of sleep, and was particularly awake. Consequently, he woke up the minute Lily fell onto the bed. It was still jiggling with the repercussions of the blow.
Even thought James was a light sleeper, he did not get up easily. When he woke, facing the wall, he merely rolled over, moaning a little, and closed his eyes. Before they closed, he saw a flash of red spread across the pillow. It took a moment for his brain to process this sight, but when it did, his eyes snapped open in horror, and he sat up. He looked slowly around, dreading what awaited his stare. When he saw that his worst enemy was in bed with him, topless, he shouted out the only thing he could think of:
"Holy SHIT!"
He shook his head, and tried to calm his rapid breathing. He thought out everything he could do, or tried to, but his head was spinning. First he tried waking Lily up. He shook her and shook her until she nearly fell out of bed, but caught her just in time. He didn't want to face what he would have to see if she did fall out of bed. So he tried yelling at her, but he couldn't yell too loudly because he would wake the rest of the house up. He didn't like to think about the implications of the position that he and Lily were in at the moment, which would spread around faster than wild fire.
It was hopeless, he decided. He would never wake her up by shouting. Closing his eyes, he massaged his temples, trying to decide what to do, then clambered carefully over Lily. He was sorely tempted to kick her, although he didn't.
Shaking his head, not quite believing what had happened he went to wake Sirius up. He was the closest to Lily... wasn't he? Well, too late. As soon as James shook him, Sirius' eyes opened. James wished it had been that simple with Lily. The minute Sirius sat up James knew it had been a mistake to wake him up. Why on earth hadn't he woken Remus instead? He shook his head, and Sirius grinned.
"What can I do for you Jamesiepoo?"
"I *told* you not to call me that." James muttered sullenly, avoiding the question. Sirius leapt out of bed, apparently not caring that it was half past twelve at night, bounding around the room like a lunatic.
"Sooo, what did you get me up for?" James shut his eyes in hopelessness and hung his head.
"Look in my bed," he said, submissively.
Sirius grinned. "Who's in there James, you ravishing beast!" James shook his head. How close did he know he was to the truth? Ricocheting off every wall, Sirius eventually reached James' bed, and slid back the curtain. When he did, his hands flew to his mouth in horror, and he flung he curtain back into it's place.
"James, what have you been doing?" He sounded truly worried. James resisted a grin, and decided to lead Sirius on for a bit.
"Oh Sirius, I don't know if I've done the right thing!" James tried to sound like he meant it, but the reaction on Sirius' face was just too much. He burst into laughter. Sirius was frowning at having been made a fool out of, and scuffed the ground with his foot. But suddenly a moan drifted through from Remus' drapes, and he fell out of bed. Immediately he sat up and forward, so fast that he banged his head on his knee. Sirius had to laugh then. He laughed, and laughed and laughed at Remus' stupidity.
They were both rolling around the floor in hysterics, while Remus stood there, withering them with his glare. Suddenly he frowned,
"Why are you two up, anyway?"
Suddenly James sobered, but Sirius continued to laugh, if possible, harder than before. James sighed and Sirius managed to choke out,
"It's---so---*funny*!"
Remus raised an eyebrow. "Do I want to know what?" He said, folding his arms.
"Look---in---James'---bed!"
Remus stood for a second, whilst making his decision: anything Sirius thought was funny was likely either to be perverted, or harm you in some strange and apparently hilarious way. Slowly he walked over to James' bed. Wincing, he pulled back the curtain, preparing himself. When he opened his eyes, the sight he saw made him react in exactly the way James had done.
"Did- what-" He stopped up able to go on, his face a mask of horror and confusion.
James said, in his best sensible voice: "Remus, don't be stupid. I'm eleven."
Remus sighed slightly in relief. "But, how did she-"
"She sleepwalked into my room, took her top off, and got into bed with me. Look, there's her top on the floor to prove it. Why it had to be my bed, I don't know, but that's how it happened. Lord knows why I woke up Sirius."
Remus grinned, sympathizing with James completely. When you are in an embarrassing situation, Sirius was the worst person in the *world* to alert. Remus had learnt this through first hand experience when, a about a year back, he had told everyone about Remus' first crush. The girl had come up to Remus, slapped him and said,
"I'm not that kind of girl." Remus started to subconsciously rub his cheek, where he had been slapped, wondering, for the billionth time, what Sirius had told her. Well, there was no use in worrying about it now. He would never find out.
"I can empathize completely."
James smiled weakly. "Well, now you're up, do you know what to do?"
Remus smiled. He had a feeling he knew who would deal with this very well. In fact, she would think it was a huge joke.
"I know what to do."
Remus crept down the darkened stairway, wincing every time the staircase creaked. It creaked a great many time, so Remus had to wince and stop a great many times. Eventually, he made it to the common room, where the fire cast a flickering stretch of light across the room. He signed in relief, then almost let out a groan as he realised that he had to climb the girls staircase.
When he reached the top, he slowly pushed the door open. It gave a long loud creak as he did so, that resounded around the common room, and made Remus cringe. He slipped inside, and into the silence and the shadows of a girls' dormitory. Suddenly a cold sweaty palm closed over his mouth cutting off his air supply, and leaving him dizzy for lack of it. He struggled, but he was weak with little oxygen, and eventually blacked out...
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