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Chapter 4 Makeup, Flying, and Three Foot Essays
The next morning Lily found herself woken up by Summer and Candy fighting over who got the bathroom first.
"You got it first last time!" Candy yelled.
"There was no last time!" Summer retorted.
"What's going on?" Lily asked, sitting up in bed and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.
Candy looked up to acknowledge Lily, and Summer dashed into the bathroom and locked the door. Candy sighed in frustration.
"I hope she doesn't use up all the hot water," Candy complained. "Oh well, I'm a witch after all." She said as she whipped out her wand and pointed it to her head. A stream of water mixed with shampoo shot out and covered her hair. Lily was amazed that none of it went on the floor. Then Candy muttered something else and the water and shampoo disappeared, leaving Candy's hair shining and smelling like cucumber melon.
"I learned it at home. Having two younger siblings and one bath isn't my idea of fun," She explained. Lily nodded and went to gather up her robes. Candy did the hair spell on her, except her hair smelled like flowers.
Ten minutes later, Summer sauntered in with her school robes on and her hair wrapped in a towel. Taking off the towel, Summer dried her hair with a flick of her wand and started to brush it. When she finished, Lily noticed something funny about her appearance.
"Hey Summer, what happened to your face?" She asked, holding back a laugh.
"Nothing, why?" Summer asked curiously.
Candy motioned to a mirror. Summer walked over and looked at herself. What she saw made her scream.
Four first year boys high-fived each other as a scream echoed throughout the Gryffindor tower. Then there was five seconds of silence. They heard a door slam and then angry footsteps charging down the stairs.
"JAMES POTTER, YOU'RE DEAD!" a voice shouted. Gryffindors turned around and saw a very mad Summer Dippet standing in the stair well in front of a serious Lily Evans and Candy Minyatur.
Everyone burst out laughing. Summer's eyes spilled over with tears and her face was white, but worst of all, her face looked like a two year old girl who had decided to play in her mummy's makeup. Smeared red lipstick ran off of her lips and onto her cheeks, eye shadow was smeared all over her forehead, and red blush caked her cheeks.
"Nice makeup Summer. Did you do it yourself? When can I make an appointment?" Sirius called out coyly.
Summer made a strangled sound halfway between a sob and a growl and stomped over to James, who was looking innocently around.
"You FREAK!" she hissed before more tears spilled out. She took one more glance at him and then fled upstairs to the safety of their room. Candy dashed after her. Lily hesitated, and turned around and faced the boys.
"Why?" she asked quietly, "Why did you do it?"
"Revenge," James said smugly, "Sweet revenge."
Summer was excused from classes that day, and spent most of the day in the hospital wing. Candy and Lily did their best to ignore the boys.
When dinner arrived, Summer came down to eat with her friends.
"Hi guys," she said to Lily and Candy, sitting down on the bench across from them.
"You ok?" Candy asked her friend.
Summer nodded. "I'm ok, but I have had my pride hurt," she added, looking towards where James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter sat to emphasize the meaning.
"Oh," Lily said, not going much deeper into the subject. They filled the rest of their evening talking about how the day went. Lily said that charms was fabulous, ad Candy talked about how the potions master, Tregon, had taken five points from Gryffindor because she asked to go to the bathroom. This cheered up the girls.
The next few weeks went smoothly, except for the 10 detentions the boys had got. They now had the name the Maurders bestowed upon them by Filtch. The girls earned points; the boys lost them, same old same old.
Summer and James got along more, except for the occasional prank pulled on each other.
One morning during breakfast, Professor McGonagall strolled up to them and gave them their new schedules. Lily was confused. Why were they getting new schedules? James answered that for her though.
"Whoo hoo! No potions with Slytherin until after Christmas! Instead we get flying lessons!" He yelled. Everyone smiled and cheered, except Lily.
"F-f-f-flying?" she managed to stutter out. They all smiled wickedly, and she dreaded the lesson.
"Welcome to your first flying lesson!" a short witch with jet black hair called out. "I am your new flying teacher, Madame Soarell. Now, does everyone have a broom?" she asked.
Everyone nodded, and Lily looked skeptically at the broom lying beside her on the grass.
"Good, good. Now, stick out your right and over the broom and say 'up.' Make sure you say it forcefully. Try it now," she added.
About thirty 'ups' were heard. Lily nervously stuck her hand over the broom and said, "UP!" To her surprise the broom shot up, almost knocking her over. She looked around, and saw that only Sirius, James, Candy, Summer, and, to her disgust, Lucius Malfoy's broom came up.
It took a while to get everyone's broom up and into their hands. When they finally did, the tiny Professor spoke again.
"Good, good! Now that everyone has their broom in their hand, swing your right leg over your broom and plant it firmly on the ground," she yelled, demonstrating for everyone.
Lily swung her leg over the suspended broom and placed her leg on the ground.
"Now, when I blow my whistle, kick off the ground and hover above. Now, I mean hover, not fly, turn upside down, go over to your friend, do a sloth grip roll, hover. Got that?" she screamed. Thirty kids screamed back a crisp "YES MA'AM!"
TWEET! Madame Soarell blew her whistle and Lily and the others kicked off. Lily instantly regretted it. The world seemed to be spinning around her and she felt sick.
"Lils? Are you ok? You looked a little green," Summer asked, concerned.
"Yeah, you look like my pet turtle before she died," Candy stated, frowning at the old memory.
"I...I. think. I'm..." Lilly stuttered.
"LEAN FORWARD LILY!" Candy and Summer yelled, comprehending what their friend felt.
Lily leaned forward and zoomed down. As soon as she got on solid ground, she turned and lost her breakfast.
"Oh god, did I just do that?" she thought.
Candy ripped out her wand and pointed at the spot were Lily had gotten sick.
"Extro Clenius," she said, and only sparkling green grass was left.
"Thanks Candy. Did anyone happen to uh... see that?" Lily asked nervously.
"Nah, just Candy and I. But we won't tell anyone," Summer said. Lily smiled, truly smiled, at the two.
The rest of the day went smoothly, but Lily swore that History of Magic class of even longer and boring everyday. "A three foot essay on the Goblin Rebellion is due Friday," wheezed Professor Binns. "Class dismissed." He said, ignoring the sighs from the first years. They all filed out, complaining about the dreaded essay.
As her friends made their way to the Great Hall for dinner, Summer headed towards the library to get a head start on that essay.
"A three foot essay on the goblin rebellion. THREE FEET of writing on a STUPID rebellion that happened AGES ago," she screeched to no one in particular.
"Hey, I thought you liked essays," a voice said, startling Summer out of her skin.
She quickly turned around. "James, you." she stopped short when she saw who it was. "Oh, hi Remus," she started. "Sorry, I thought you were James," she finished lamely.
Remus laughed, startling Summer once again. She had heard him laugh before, but not a real, genuine laugh. "That's alright. I know you and James aren't really best friends. Hey, what are you doing alone anyway? Shouldn't you would be at dinner?" he asked.
Summer pushed her hair out of blue eyes so she could look up and see him better. "I should ask you the same thing. I wasn't hungry so I decided to get a head start on that essay for Binns. He must be mental, three feet is sooo long!" she complained.
"Oh, well then, need some company? A pretty girl should never be alone," he asked, a twinkle in his eyes.
Summer blushed, and then smiled. "Lead on, Remus,"
If you had gone into the library on that warm October night, you would have seen two young magic eleven year olds talking to each other, sharing their secrets, and not paying any attention to the books in front of them.
Lily sat in the Great Hall with her fiends, except Summer and Remus.
James and Sirius talked in low voices to each other. Every now and then you could see James nod, and Sirius gesture wildly with his hands. Then James nodded again and took out his wand, pointed at something, and muttered, what Lily guessed, a spell. Then he smiled and put his wand away.
Nothing happened at first. Then a high pitched scream ripped though Great Hall.
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Chapter 4 Makeup, Flying, and Three Foot Essays
The next morning Lily found herself woken up by Summer and Candy fighting over who got the bathroom first.
"You got it first last time!" Candy yelled.
"There was no last time!" Summer retorted.
"What's going on?" Lily asked, sitting up in bed and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.
Candy looked up to acknowledge Lily, and Summer dashed into the bathroom and locked the door. Candy sighed in frustration.
"I hope she doesn't use up all the hot water," Candy complained. "Oh well, I'm a witch after all." She said as she whipped out her wand and pointed it to her head. A stream of water mixed with shampoo shot out and covered her hair. Lily was amazed that none of it went on the floor. Then Candy muttered something else and the water and shampoo disappeared, leaving Candy's hair shining and smelling like cucumber melon.
"I learned it at home. Having two younger siblings and one bath isn't my idea of fun," She explained. Lily nodded and went to gather up her robes. Candy did the hair spell on her, except her hair smelled like flowers.
Ten minutes later, Summer sauntered in with her school robes on and her hair wrapped in a towel. Taking off the towel, Summer dried her hair with a flick of her wand and started to brush it. When she finished, Lily noticed something funny about her appearance.
"Hey Summer, what happened to your face?" She asked, holding back a laugh.
"Nothing, why?" Summer asked curiously.
Candy motioned to a mirror. Summer walked over and looked at herself. What she saw made her scream.
Four first year boys high-fived each other as a scream echoed throughout the Gryffindor tower. Then there was five seconds of silence. They heard a door slam and then angry footsteps charging down the stairs.
"JAMES POTTER, YOU'RE DEAD!" a voice shouted. Gryffindors turned around and saw a very mad Summer Dippet standing in the stair well in front of a serious Lily Evans and Candy Minyatur.
Everyone burst out laughing. Summer's eyes spilled over with tears and her face was white, but worst of all, her face looked like a two year old girl who had decided to play in her mummy's makeup. Smeared red lipstick ran off of her lips and onto her cheeks, eye shadow was smeared all over her forehead, and red blush caked her cheeks.
"Nice makeup Summer. Did you do it yourself? When can I make an appointment?" Sirius called out coyly.
Summer made a strangled sound halfway between a sob and a growl and stomped over to James, who was looking innocently around.
"You FREAK!" she hissed before more tears spilled out. She took one more glance at him and then fled upstairs to the safety of their room. Candy dashed after her. Lily hesitated, and turned around and faced the boys.
"Why?" she asked quietly, "Why did you do it?"
"Revenge," James said smugly, "Sweet revenge."
Summer was excused from classes that day, and spent most of the day in the hospital wing. Candy and Lily did their best to ignore the boys.
When dinner arrived, Summer came down to eat with her friends.
"Hi guys," she said to Lily and Candy, sitting down on the bench across from them.
"You ok?" Candy asked her friend.
Summer nodded. "I'm ok, but I have had my pride hurt," she added, looking towards where James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter sat to emphasize the meaning.
"Oh," Lily said, not going much deeper into the subject. They filled the rest of their evening talking about how the day went. Lily said that charms was fabulous, ad Candy talked about how the potions master, Tregon, had taken five points from Gryffindor because she asked to go to the bathroom. This cheered up the girls.
The next few weeks went smoothly, except for the 10 detentions the boys had got. They now had the name the Maurders bestowed upon them by Filtch. The girls earned points; the boys lost them, same old same old.
Summer and James got along more, except for the occasional prank pulled on each other.
One morning during breakfast, Professor McGonagall strolled up to them and gave them their new schedules. Lily was confused. Why were they getting new schedules? James answered that for her though.
"Whoo hoo! No potions with Slytherin until after Christmas! Instead we get flying lessons!" He yelled. Everyone smiled and cheered, except Lily.
"F-f-f-flying?" she managed to stutter out. They all smiled wickedly, and she dreaded the lesson.
"Welcome to your first flying lesson!" a short witch with jet black hair called out. "I am your new flying teacher, Madame Soarell. Now, does everyone have a broom?" she asked.
Everyone nodded, and Lily looked skeptically at the broom lying beside her on the grass.
"Good, good. Now, stick out your right and over the broom and say 'up.' Make sure you say it forcefully. Try it now," she added.
About thirty 'ups' were heard. Lily nervously stuck her hand over the broom and said, "UP!" To her surprise the broom shot up, almost knocking her over. She looked around, and saw that only Sirius, James, Candy, Summer, and, to her disgust, Lucius Malfoy's broom came up.
It took a while to get everyone's broom up and into their hands. When they finally did, the tiny Professor spoke again.
"Good, good! Now that everyone has their broom in their hand, swing your right leg over your broom and plant it firmly on the ground," she yelled, demonstrating for everyone.
Lily swung her leg over the suspended broom and placed her leg on the ground.
"Now, when I blow my whistle, kick off the ground and hover above. Now, I mean hover, not fly, turn upside down, go over to your friend, do a sloth grip roll, hover. Got that?" she screamed. Thirty kids screamed back a crisp "YES MA'AM!"
TWEET! Madame Soarell blew her whistle and Lily and the others kicked off. Lily instantly regretted it. The world seemed to be spinning around her and she felt sick.
"Lils? Are you ok? You looked a little green," Summer asked, concerned.
"Yeah, you look like my pet turtle before she died," Candy stated, frowning at the old memory.
"I...I. think. I'm..." Lilly stuttered.
"LEAN FORWARD LILY!" Candy and Summer yelled, comprehending what their friend felt.
Lily leaned forward and zoomed down. As soon as she got on solid ground, she turned and lost her breakfast.
"Oh god, did I just do that?" she thought.
Candy ripped out her wand and pointed at the spot were Lily had gotten sick.
"Extro Clenius," she said, and only sparkling green grass was left.
"Thanks Candy. Did anyone happen to uh... see that?" Lily asked nervously.
"Nah, just Candy and I. But we won't tell anyone," Summer said. Lily smiled, truly smiled, at the two.
The rest of the day went smoothly, but Lily swore that History of Magic class of even longer and boring everyday. "A three foot essay on the Goblin Rebellion is due Friday," wheezed Professor Binns. "Class dismissed." He said, ignoring the sighs from the first years. They all filed out, complaining about the dreaded essay.
As her friends made their way to the Great Hall for dinner, Summer headed towards the library to get a head start on that essay.
"A three foot essay on the goblin rebellion. THREE FEET of writing on a STUPID rebellion that happened AGES ago," she screeched to no one in particular.
"Hey, I thought you liked essays," a voice said, startling Summer out of her skin.
She quickly turned around. "James, you." she stopped short when she saw who it was. "Oh, hi Remus," she started. "Sorry, I thought you were James," she finished lamely.
Remus laughed, startling Summer once again. She had heard him laugh before, but not a real, genuine laugh. "That's alright. I know you and James aren't really best friends. Hey, what are you doing alone anyway? Shouldn't you would be at dinner?" he asked.
Summer pushed her hair out of blue eyes so she could look up and see him better. "I should ask you the same thing. I wasn't hungry so I decided to get a head start on that essay for Binns. He must be mental, three feet is sooo long!" she complained.
"Oh, well then, need some company? A pretty girl should never be alone," he asked, a twinkle in his eyes.
Summer blushed, and then smiled. "Lead on, Remus,"
If you had gone into the library on that warm October night, you would have seen two young magic eleven year olds talking to each other, sharing their secrets, and not paying any attention to the books in front of them.
Lily sat in the Great Hall with her fiends, except Summer and Remus.
James and Sirius talked in low voices to each other. Every now and then you could see James nod, and Sirius gesture wildly with his hands. Then James nodded again and took out his wand, pointed at something, and muttered, what Lily guessed, a spell. Then he smiled and put his wand away.
Nothing happened at first. Then a high pitched scream ripped though Great Hall.
LN- muhahahaha! (Lizzie- cough cough, remind me to never do that again!) A cliffhanger! What did James do? Find out next time on Longing for Yesterday! Muhahaha! Review and you will find out faster! :P