~mystikalolo~
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Last Time in Year Seven…
Kryssie and Cordelia looked at each other. "All right. If you really think that would be safe…"
Lily raised her eyebrows. "Darling, there's one thing about an Evans. They never get scared."
She gently pushed Kryssie aside and opened the door. She looked inside, and screamed.
Now… Chapter Two [2]((Reaching A Sanctuary))
"Aaahhhh!"
Inside, was the most terrible sight Lily had ever seen.
"Pettigrew! Lupin! Black! And… Potter! What are you doing here you—you abnormal abnormalities?"
There sat James Edward Emil Potter VII, Sirius Orion Black, Remus Willophus Lupin, and Peter Underwood Pettigrew, on the floor, calmly playing Exploding Snap.
Melodie Alisson Carino had been sitting in a seat near them, looking as if she wanted to join the game, but knowing all the girls would be appalled if she did so.
Missy, or Melissa Elizabeth Dunwist was seated primly in a seat far away from the game, reading, Getting Acquainted With Calculative Transfiguration.
Both girls looked up quickly at Lily's outburst. Melodie jumped out of her seat and trampled some of the game pieces, causing a minor explosion, which none of the players minded, and hugged Lily.
"Oh, Me Caro Lily! ((Oh my dear Lily)) I am so glad to see you back! How are you?"
Lily smiled and hugged back her Italian friend. "Oh, absolutely spiffing. After all, who loves these dear boys sitting on our compartment floor, more than I do?" her sarcasm heard a metre away.
Melodie looked guiltily at her friend. "I guess it might be my fault a little. I kind of let them in. Scusa ((Sorry))."
Lily stared at Melodie. "Darling, are you feeling all right?"
Melodie laughed, "I'm not quite sure, you see—"
Kryssie could not contain herself any more, "Oh, Melodie, stop! I'll explain. You take much too long!"
Melodie raised her brows, and then motioned her hands, to say, 'Do go ahead'.
"You see, Lily, we were all here quite early and so we went to go find a compartment, and of course we picked this one, since it is closest to the back, and less stuffy professors are liable to be popping in and about. But you know, that it's always been a fight between us and those useless people sitting on the floor. Anyway, we got the last compartment, and then Missy and I decided we wanted to go talk to some of the girls up a few compartments—"
There, Missy interrupted, "I beg to differ. You dragged me with you, and chattered the whole time, so that I couldn't get a word in edgewise, and with that death-like grip you had me in, it was walk with you so you could talk to those stupid girls, or die a rather sorrow-full death. I chose life of course."
"Oh, Missy, do shut up, you talk too much! (Here, there were quite a lot of raising eyebrows and nudges and giggles.) Anyway, we went to talk to them, oh all right Missy, I went to talk to them, while dragging you along! Happy? But while we were gone, Cordelia went back to the platform, because she forgot one of her trunks there—"
Lily stared, "How in heavens name, could you forget a trunk? For that matter, why do you have two trunks?"
Cordelia rolled her eyes, "For the sake of Morgana Le Faye! If you're going to narrate this story, at least tell it right! Lily, it was a simple hand-trunk. For my last birthday, my Aunt Sadie gave it to me. She says it's the new rage in Sweden. That's where she went last. Oh, Lily, there's so much to tell you about it! Auntie gave me a full review about it, and you won't believe some of the—"
"Ahem! I believe that I have the spotlight for this story. You may say your share later. Now, where was I? Oh yes, she went to get her trunk, oh pardon, hand trunk. And so, Melodie was the only one left to save our compartment, poor girl. And so she heard a knocking on the door. She asked who it was, and then such an odd voice came. It said—"
"Open up, my pretty!" came a strange sound from the floor. Lily's eyes widened. However, the other girls all knew who made that sound. "SIRIUS BLACK! You cut that out! We've allowed you to stay, but we won't have you frightening our friend!"
Laughter came from the floor. A tall and handsome, dark-blue-eyed, longish black-haired, boy looked up at Cordelia, who had been the one to make this angry speech. He laughed again, showing off his perfectly straight, white teeth. "Sorry, m'dear, but I couldn't resist. To terrorize your souls is the raison d'être of our existence, you know."
"Hmph! I know."
"Argh! May I continue?"
Lily looked fondly at Kryssie. "No need to darling, thank you. I'm perfectly sure that I can understand from here. Melodie jumped of fright—"
Melodie showed mock annoyance, "Oh, me nonostante ((Oh, my vexation))! Not jumping of fright, I can assure you, maybe just hopping?"
"All right, hopped of fright, and let them come in, and from then on, they have not budged. Am I correct?"
Missy smiled. "Quite correct, dear. And we're all rather devastated about it. Couldn't you do anything to help us out?"
Lily narrowed her eyes. "I can but try, no?"
At that, the boys, or the Marauders, as they called themselves, looked up. A sun-lighted brown-haired boy gave Lily a charming smile, while his gray eyes twinkled. "Hello, Evans."
Lily gave a teeny tiny smile to him, "Hullo Lupin. D'you mind making some space on the floor so I can get to the other side?"
Remus Lupin obliged willingly. Lily walked to the other side and sat primly on the seat. The other girls gaped at her openly. It wasn't much like an Evans to sit by, watching everything and not doing a thing about it. Then…
[THUMP!] A soft white hand flew firmly to a messy black-haired head on the floor.
"Ow! Bloody sh—" A raven-haired seventeen-year-old with a rather handsome face looked up in pain and annoyance. "What the hell was that for, Evans?"
Lily sat demurely. "Ooh, potty mouth, Potter! Mustn't use such words, now should you? What would your mother say, I wonder? Now, do get out of the compartment!"
He glared at Lily. Lily shrank back just the teeniest bit. The rest of James Potter VII was rather normal, very good-looking, yes, but still not anything extraordinary. But those eyes. They were rich and creamy hazel; dark hazel, with light hazel swirling around and around, making one dizzy when looked at by them. And the emotions that could be put through them… it was more than breath taking. James Potter had a power with those eyes that probably even he didn't know the full use of. However, he did realize that it could shut up even the most annoying girl in all of Hogwarts, also known as Lily "Insufferable witch" Evans.
However, Lily wasn't one to admit that anything scared or bewildered her. She just focused her eyes on his forehead instead of his eyes. A most useful trick, which her mother had taught her at a young age, when she had made up her mind to win the prize for selling the most brownies for Little Daisy Girls, at age nine. The prize had been three tickets to the new Bella Comalame` play that was put especially for children ages 9 through 12. And of course, Lily had won.
The trick that Mrs. Evans had taught her daughter was the art of looking as if you are staring someone straight in the eye, when really; it's the forehead that you are staring at. This was especially handy when you were lying, confused, or in fright.
"Oh, Potter, just admit it. I've won this time and I think my prize should be you and your little posse' should leave and let us be." And she turned away as if she'd said something one could not argue with. Quite to the contrary:
James jumped up with a foreboding look on his face. "I'm afraid that I cannot admit that, seeing as I don't think it true one mot. As to leaving the compartment, why Evans! Why would we want to do that? Your dear friend, Melodie invited us in."
Melodie frowned now. "Parmesso! ((Excuse me!)) Hey! That is not fair now! I did not invite you in! I just opened the door and said 'Come—"
Remus jumped up at this. "Aha! Yes! Come in. That was what you were going to say! Therefore, dearest of Melodies," At this Melodie scoffed, "you did give us an invitation."
Melodie rolled her dark expressive, grey-silver eyes and tossed her curly blonde ponytail. "Idioto! ((Idiot!)) You imbecile, I was going to say, 'Come again?' Although you might take me to be stupid, I certainly am not so daft as to say 'Come in" to a voice like that! Fetente! ((Ew!)) It sounded like one of those horrid witches that muggles so love to dress as on All Hallows Eve. I was more disgusted than scared!"
A new voice came into the picture. "Ha! Now you must evacuate! See! The grounds of this entire episode of your barging through is based on completely discredited evidence!" Missy was practicing to become a ministry rule official when she grew up.
Peter Pettigrew, a slightly short, pale-haired friend of the rest of the Marauders, and one who made up the final quarter of the Marauders (a childish little "group" created by the four best friends while they were still in first year), looked bewildered, "Huh? What'd she say?"
Cordelia rolled her eyes and said in a voice dripping with disgust, said, "What she means to say is that you have to go now because you weren't invited in and so it's your fault that you're here, and now you are banished. Got it, you prickish freak??"
Sirius Black flushed a little. "Hey Adders!"
Cordelia gave Sirius a sharp glare. "It's Adalehrin. And if your slippery brain can't get that out of your slippery tongue, then maybe you shouldn't talk."
"All right Adalehrin, I'm just trying to tell you, don't insult any of my friends. That is, if you feel like having a good final year at Hogwarts."
Cordelia narrowed her eyes at Sirius, "Is that a threat Black?"
"If it is? Then what?"
"You wouldn't hurt a girl, now would you Black?"
"I'm not talking to a girl."
"Why you idiot dog-faced—"
"Now, now, my dearest Adalehrin, no potty mouth!"
"THAT'S IT! UGH! Out! OUT! OUT! OUT! OUT!"
And the five girls shoved, pushed, and kicked out the four boys and banged the compartment door behind them. They then let out a simultaneous sigh of relief and plopped onto the ground.
Kryssie rolled her eyes at them. "I don't see why you hate them all so much! They're just a bunch of seventeen-year-old lads! They can't help being prats! It's the hormones and the bigheadedness of popularity that's making them act this way! Don't you realize that? In my opinion—ow!"
And she picked up the flying shoe that had come her way. She looked to see where it had come from. It was Lily's. She gave Kryssie a deadly Look. "Just shut it, Kryssie. None of us are in the mood to be lectured on how those boys are actually, somewhere inside, good human beings. Because we all know that they are just disguised as humans. Really, they are purple Wingomofies from the Planet of Wongoofa, who somehow got imported here because their own planet did not want them."
Kryssie opened her mouth to protest, but a Look (not as practiced and ice-cold as Lily's, but still quite effected) from Missy shut her up.
After the girls had changed into their uniformed black Hogwarts robes, they sat down on the floor again.
And there they sat till they finally reached their wonderful Hogwarts. A sanctuary from the evils of the outside world, and the place where all the students finally felt they were…
At home again.
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A/N: I'm sorry, I tried to make this an interesting chapter, but it seems that I am suffering from an acute case of Writers Block. If any of you, the readers, have any suggestions, please feel free to leave them in your reviews. Thanks for sticking by me this long. I know I took a long time coming up with Chapter Two. I hope it's been worth the wait.
Answers to the reviewers: ((Who by the way, I thank a 320% for reviewing my story!))
Becca: Thanks for the review! I really hope I don't pass Lily off as a airhead, but you know, sometimes you cannot really tell how a character's personality is till the second, third, or even fourth chapter. And as for the names "Missy" and "Kryssie"; well, one of my best friend's name is Missy, short for Melissa. And although she may act like an airhead, I happen to know that she is very smart and has a sharp, keen, and humorous personality, which makes her a lot of fun to hang out with. And my sister has the same kind of friendship with a girl named Kryssie. Kryssie is a bit of an airhead. But almost everyone I know has a friend like that. And usually you can find that such friends are very true. I also had the girls call Lily "Lils" because almost every L/J fanfiction that I have read has her friends calling her by that name. Somehow, it seemed natural to me. I appreciate your constructive criticism, and I hope that you found more to your liking this time. Please leave me another review!
Tribal Leader: Thanks for the review! And I hope your hopes came true in this chapter, because the marauders *were* in this chapter! Please review again!
Lily28: Thanks for the review! I'm sorry I didn't put up the next chapter soon and I hope you liked this chapter as much as you did the last. Please leave another review!
starblaze: Thanks for the review! And when you asked about which one fell in love with which one, well… take a wild guess love. Sorry, I didn't update fast… but how 'bout I give you a sneak peek of the third chapter on Sunday?? And I promise to update Just Like Her… Lol. LYLAS! Leave another review!
Tiger Lily21: Thanks for the review! You're right! Lily's attitude towards her hair *is* just like Anne of Green Gables. That's the story from which I modeled it. And great guess! You were absolutely right about the people in the compartment! Lol. Please leave another review!
Aus: Thanks for the review. I'm sorry it was a "tad slow" for you! I hope it gets better in this chapter. Please review again!
Senna2: Thanks so much for the review! Lol… Did you really think Kryssie's speech was funny? Good! I spent like a ½ hour on it! Lol. I hope you update your story soon too! I'm sorry I didn't update mine soon… Please review this time too!
