A/n: I'm SORRY that I haven't updated in so long. I've been lazy/ busy. So,
I thought that you 19 people that reviewed deserved a chapter update. I'd
just like to say two, sorry, three , sorry four things: a huge thank you
to MissMaurader1. I have been trying to remember to e-mail you thanking
you, but for SOME reason, I always forgot. Second thing: I recommend that
you read When Things Start To Change New, by Hermione-G-Granger (I think
that that's her pen name). I'm not her publicity agent or anything, but
it's a very good read, even if she does cut it off halfway through because
the fifth book came out and she thought it wouldn't be "right to continue".
Stupid artistic temperment. Third thing: Pirates of the Caribbean is coming
out soon! YES! Orlando..Johnny Depp.. *drools slightly* fourth thing: RON
WEASLEY ROX MY SOX! Thank you!
Disclaimer: Ahem- I-OWN-NOTHING-AT-ALL-SO-GET-IT-THROUGH-YOUR-HEADS! HA-HA- YOU-CAN'T-SUE-ME!
Chapter Eight: Philosophical Discussion
James simply stood in the hospital wing for several minutes. Lily. Where was she? What was she so mad about anyway? Damn, thought James, running out of the hospital wing, yet another "philosophical discussion" to have. He ran towards the Ravenclaw common room and saw Lily far down the hall, about to enter the "girl's washroom door" that lead to the Ravenclaw section of the building. (A/n: It was the best I could do, okay?)
"Lily! Wait up! It's me, James." James ran faster and caught up to Lily. "Lily, why are you mad at me? Snape called you a mud-"
"James!" Lily interrupted heatedly, "The issue is not what Snape did or didn't call me! The issue is you! Why do you try and get into fights with him? Why do you try and annoy him? What's the point? So you can prove that you're a bigger 'man' than he is? Real men don't pick on others just because they can you insensitive- prat! Now if you'll excuse me, master of manliness, I'm going to my dorm to see if somebody respectable will take an interest in me. Or do I only attract shallow, self centred breeding machines?" Lily turned to go but James grabbed her arm and stopped her.
"Lily, I don't pick fights with Snape! He was calling you a - a mudblood. I know that you can stick up for yourself and all that shit, but I'm in love with you, okay? So I didn't want to let him insult you. Can you live with that, princess? Or is any display of affection to gauche for you? And I am not a breeding machine! I haven't even shagged a girl, so-so yeah!"
"I don't care if he called me a fucking mudblood! I wouldn't even care if you called me a mudblood! What I do care about is the fact that you are so- so-so focused on your 'manliness'. You think it's so cool, going parading thru the halls, flinging your snitch around everywhere, flirting with all the girls, even if, as you declare, you haven't 'shagged any'. Like I believe that! You flirt with them all day and 'talk with them' all night, so we are not even going to get into that. Point is, you've been picking on Snape ever since the first day of school in Year One. If I remember correctly, you called him a 'greasy, smile ball with a pointy nose and dust between the ears."
James almost laughed at the recollection, but then decided that it might not be very wise. "Lily, on the train he called me a 'stupid, good for nothing mudblood and muggle lover' and then he stole Peter's pet rat and wouldn't give it back until we got on the boats. And then, he dropped it in the water and made me dive after it. Peter and Sirius couldn't swim. So, personally, I think my name calling was justified. Anyway, I'll see you around, sometime when you're not busy being a know-it-all goody two shoes, okay Evans?"
"Fine, Potter, see you when you're not to busy being 'cool.' Rowena." Lily's whispered password unlocked the door and she stepped into the Ravenclaw common room.
James stared at the washroom door for awhile and then stormed up to the Gryffindor tower. He glared at the Fat Lady, who asked him the password cheerfully (heaven forbid) and practically yelled it at her.
"It's Sonsumbrationalist, okay! Do you not know that I'm a friggin' Gryffindor by now? I've been living in this tower for practically 6 years, including Christmas and Easter, so you'd think that you'd know! Just let me the bloody hell in, okay? Why do I even have to tell you the password! You should have memorized my face by now! Do you stupid paintings have no memory? Do you even have brains? Do you even care that some girl pulled out my heart and stomped on it because I was being nice to her? SO JUST LET ME IN THE BLOODY TOWER, OKAY? I TOLD YOU THE PASSWORD, YOU KNOW MY FACE, SO LET ME- THE-BLOODY-HELL-IN!"
James calmed down to find that the portrait had long since been opened and that a second year was nervously waiting for him to go in. In fact, he had been waiting for several minutes now. James scowled at the 'stupid' portrait and crawled into the hole that lead to the common room. As soon as they two Gryffindors reached the open air space of the common room, the second year scuttled away fearfully from James. Since it was a Sunday, there were quite a few Gryffindors working on homework and playing Exploding Snap. Most of them had heard his tirade, so several younger kids leaned away from his general direction and most of the older kids smiled at him and laughed.
"Hey, James," said Sirius, walking towards him and leading to girls by the hands, "Meet Amanda-" Sirius gestured to the girl he was holding slightly closer than nessecary- "And Catherine. It's a Hogsmeade weekend next one, so we wanted to know if you wanted to go on a double date sorta thing. I'm going with Amanda." The short blonde girl smiled up at Sirius and looked at James as if to say- if you don't leave Sirius and me some snogging time, you are so going to pay. James looked at Catherine, who had sat next to him on the couch and was perhaps a bit more attractive than James wanted to think about right now. 'Parading thru the halls, flinging your snitch everywhere, flirting with girls-"
"Sirius, don't even think about it." Said James angrily before walking out of the common room once again to wander the halls.
A/n: I know, I know, it was a short chapter. I'm sorry, won't happen again. (well, maybe just one or two times) But anyways, lots of funny stuff happened. Right? Don't you just ache to tell me how wonderful this chapter was? Really? You wish you could, but you don't know how? This is great! I know how, I can teach you! There is a small purple button on the bottom left hand side of the screen. Yes, that one-yes, right there! Now, push it- VERY GOOD! Now type in how wonderful my story is...REVIEW YOU FOOLISH SCUM SUCKING CRETINS OF THE UN-REVIEWING WORLD! DO IT BEFORE I AM FORCED TO FLAME ALL YOUR STORIES! To all you, nice, gentle, smart, beautiful, generous, creative intelligent reviewing people out there, (which there do not seem to be many of! Only 19 in fact!) thank you for your support! AND REVIEW BEFORE I TOAST YOU IN THE FIREBALL OF EVIL CRUEL, UNMERCIFUL, UNFORGIVING FLAMES TO BE GIVEN TO ALL YOUR STORIES WHETER THEY ARE GOOD OR NOT!
P.S.: As a notice for people who WILL review(right?), I find it funny that to actually uphold on my threat, I will have to flame every person that doesn't review my story. That would take a long time. But that's just between us, right? Nobody else will know, so they'll still review!!! AS YOU CAN TELL, I'M HYPER, and the a/n's have taken more room than the actual fic.
Disclaimer: Ahem- I-OWN-NOTHING-AT-ALL-SO-GET-IT-THROUGH-YOUR-HEADS! HA-HA- YOU-CAN'T-SUE-ME!
Chapter Eight: Philosophical Discussion
James simply stood in the hospital wing for several minutes. Lily. Where was she? What was she so mad about anyway? Damn, thought James, running out of the hospital wing, yet another "philosophical discussion" to have. He ran towards the Ravenclaw common room and saw Lily far down the hall, about to enter the "girl's washroom door" that lead to the Ravenclaw section of the building. (A/n: It was the best I could do, okay?)
"Lily! Wait up! It's me, James." James ran faster and caught up to Lily. "Lily, why are you mad at me? Snape called you a mud-"
"James!" Lily interrupted heatedly, "The issue is not what Snape did or didn't call me! The issue is you! Why do you try and get into fights with him? Why do you try and annoy him? What's the point? So you can prove that you're a bigger 'man' than he is? Real men don't pick on others just because they can you insensitive- prat! Now if you'll excuse me, master of manliness, I'm going to my dorm to see if somebody respectable will take an interest in me. Or do I only attract shallow, self centred breeding machines?" Lily turned to go but James grabbed her arm and stopped her.
"Lily, I don't pick fights with Snape! He was calling you a - a mudblood. I know that you can stick up for yourself and all that shit, but I'm in love with you, okay? So I didn't want to let him insult you. Can you live with that, princess? Or is any display of affection to gauche for you? And I am not a breeding machine! I haven't even shagged a girl, so-so yeah!"
"I don't care if he called me a fucking mudblood! I wouldn't even care if you called me a mudblood! What I do care about is the fact that you are so- so-so focused on your 'manliness'. You think it's so cool, going parading thru the halls, flinging your snitch around everywhere, flirting with all the girls, even if, as you declare, you haven't 'shagged any'. Like I believe that! You flirt with them all day and 'talk with them' all night, so we are not even going to get into that. Point is, you've been picking on Snape ever since the first day of school in Year One. If I remember correctly, you called him a 'greasy, smile ball with a pointy nose and dust between the ears."
James almost laughed at the recollection, but then decided that it might not be very wise. "Lily, on the train he called me a 'stupid, good for nothing mudblood and muggle lover' and then he stole Peter's pet rat and wouldn't give it back until we got on the boats. And then, he dropped it in the water and made me dive after it. Peter and Sirius couldn't swim. So, personally, I think my name calling was justified. Anyway, I'll see you around, sometime when you're not busy being a know-it-all goody two shoes, okay Evans?"
"Fine, Potter, see you when you're not to busy being 'cool.' Rowena." Lily's whispered password unlocked the door and she stepped into the Ravenclaw common room.
James stared at the washroom door for awhile and then stormed up to the Gryffindor tower. He glared at the Fat Lady, who asked him the password cheerfully (heaven forbid) and practically yelled it at her.
"It's Sonsumbrationalist, okay! Do you not know that I'm a friggin' Gryffindor by now? I've been living in this tower for practically 6 years, including Christmas and Easter, so you'd think that you'd know! Just let me the bloody hell in, okay? Why do I even have to tell you the password! You should have memorized my face by now! Do you stupid paintings have no memory? Do you even have brains? Do you even care that some girl pulled out my heart and stomped on it because I was being nice to her? SO JUST LET ME IN THE BLOODY TOWER, OKAY? I TOLD YOU THE PASSWORD, YOU KNOW MY FACE, SO LET ME- THE-BLOODY-HELL-IN!"
James calmed down to find that the portrait had long since been opened and that a second year was nervously waiting for him to go in. In fact, he had been waiting for several minutes now. James scowled at the 'stupid' portrait and crawled into the hole that lead to the common room. As soon as they two Gryffindors reached the open air space of the common room, the second year scuttled away fearfully from James. Since it was a Sunday, there were quite a few Gryffindors working on homework and playing Exploding Snap. Most of them had heard his tirade, so several younger kids leaned away from his general direction and most of the older kids smiled at him and laughed.
"Hey, James," said Sirius, walking towards him and leading to girls by the hands, "Meet Amanda-" Sirius gestured to the girl he was holding slightly closer than nessecary- "And Catherine. It's a Hogsmeade weekend next one, so we wanted to know if you wanted to go on a double date sorta thing. I'm going with Amanda." The short blonde girl smiled up at Sirius and looked at James as if to say- if you don't leave Sirius and me some snogging time, you are so going to pay. James looked at Catherine, who had sat next to him on the couch and was perhaps a bit more attractive than James wanted to think about right now. 'Parading thru the halls, flinging your snitch everywhere, flirting with girls-"
"Sirius, don't even think about it." Said James angrily before walking out of the common room once again to wander the halls.
A/n: I know, I know, it was a short chapter. I'm sorry, won't happen again. (well, maybe just one or two times) But anyways, lots of funny stuff happened. Right? Don't you just ache to tell me how wonderful this chapter was? Really? You wish you could, but you don't know how? This is great! I know how, I can teach you! There is a small purple button on the bottom left hand side of the screen. Yes, that one-yes, right there! Now, push it- VERY GOOD! Now type in how wonderful my story is...REVIEW YOU FOOLISH SCUM SUCKING CRETINS OF THE UN-REVIEWING WORLD! DO IT BEFORE I AM FORCED TO FLAME ALL YOUR STORIES! To all you, nice, gentle, smart, beautiful, generous, creative intelligent reviewing people out there, (which there do not seem to be many of! Only 19 in fact!) thank you for your support! AND REVIEW BEFORE I TOAST YOU IN THE FIREBALL OF EVIL CRUEL, UNMERCIFUL, UNFORGIVING FLAMES TO BE GIVEN TO ALL YOUR STORIES WHETER THEY ARE GOOD OR NOT!
P.S.: As a notice for people who WILL review(right?), I find it funny that to actually uphold on my threat, I will have to flame every person that doesn't review my story. That would take a long time. But that's just between us, right? Nobody else will know, so they'll still review!!! AS YOU CAN TELL, I'M HYPER, and the a/n's have taken more room than the actual fic.