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A/N: Thanks for reviewing…! This chapter is sort of…immature…cuz I'm immature…enjoy! It is all in Lily's point of view. And this chapter is for third year. Most of the gang is taking Muggle Studies.
The World of a Flower. Chapter Seven.
I had decided to keep my look for third year. If people made fun of it, I would take off the make-up and cut my hair. I was amazed to see people loved it. Especially Potter. He kept telling me in Muggle Studies.
"What we are going to study," Mr. Everett said, "is how the choices Muggles make can effect the rest of their lives." Mr. Naylor was new this year. He didn't like being called a professor. He was probably twenty-five, six foot five, wore Dockers, and rolled his robe sleeves up to his elbows. When he talked, he leaned against the blackboard, arms folded over his chest, feet crossed at the ankles, and a lock of blonde hair hanging over one eye. An older version of Lucious Malfoy, as Arabella described him. It was his smile that really got to us. It was warm. Friendly. You couldn't call it flirtatious, but it was cute.
"When you come back to class tomorrow, you will each receive a hypothetical situation in which you will find yourself in for the next two weeks." Then we discussed what types of problems he might give us. "All problems from totaling the car to having a baby."
"Me? Have a baby?" Sirius said, looking shocked. We all laughed.
"You will find out tomorrow, class. Now listen. Your grade will depend not necessarily on how you deal with your problem, but on the larger view you take. I'll want to know how your solution effects you." It seemed like Mr. Everett thinks big. Leave it to Molly to worry, however.
After class, Molly kept talking about the class. I was glad all Arabella and Amelia were taking M.S. too…it was boring listening to Molly the whole time. "I'll just die if he makes me pregnant," Molly said as we were leaving class.
"Watch how you say that," Bella joked.
But Molly worried that if she got the assignment for Muggle, teenage pregnancy, she might have to go to a Muggle doctor for her first pelvic exam, just so she could write up her report. She' s hopeless.
When we got to Muggle Studies the next day, Mr. Everett went down the rows passing out worksheets. Each worksheet was different, with one of our names at the top, and as people read their assignments, they groaned, giggled, or whooped. Behind me, Molly have a gigantic sigh. "All I haffa do is buy a car for my project! Yes!"
James and I got the same situation. We were engaged to be married, our assignment read, and for the next week, we were to plan the wedding and honeymoon, rent an apartment, buy furniture, and work out the budget. I could feel my face redden. What cruel and unusual punishment was this?
"Hey, James! Way to go, dude!" Sirius called out. Remus and Peter clapped. All over the room, people were teasing us.
"Hey, Mr. Everett," called Sirius again. "If James and Lils are getting married, does this entitle them to all the … uh… privileges of a married life?'"
"coughcoughsexcoughcough" Remus coughed.
More laughter.
"No, Mister Black, it does not. This is a hypothetical situation." Mr. Everett said.
"Hypo-what?"
"Look it up."
Sirius's situation was a DWI offense. Amelia had to arrange a funeral for her grandmother, Remus got arrested for shoplifting, Peter has supposedly gotten a girl pregnant, and Bella was pregnant, and Molly was buying a car. And this was just half the class. Others had worse. Now, all the attention was on Bella.
"What am I supposed to do, Mr. Everett? If I am already pregnant, what is there to decide?" Bella asked Mr. Everett.
"What is there to decide?" The professor gave her a quizzical look. "You will be a mother, Miss Figg. You need someone to look after you, you need a place to live, you need money, you have to support yourself…so what is there to decide?"
The class laughed.
"Anyways…class. I have great news. You will all be going to the Muggle World for a week, to work on this project. You are leaving…tonight! Class dismissed. Pack your trunks!"
We clapped and yelled. So did I, until I remembered I was to be with Potter.
"Hey, babe. Now that we're engaged, what do you wanna do first?"
"Shut up. Lets just look at the assignment."
It read: Assume that you are high school graduates with no college training, and the maximum you have to spend for a wedding, honeymoon, apartment, and furniture is $5000.
"Okay, Lils. Lets pack. See ya tonight, my dear fiancé!" James winked. Lily scowled, and went to her dorm to pack.
I saw Amelia in the center of a large group of girls. Amelia looked like she was going to faint. Running up to her, I asked her what was wrong. Amelia told everyone except me, Bella, and Molly to get lost.
"What is it?" I looked puzzled at Bella and Molly.
"She hasn't said anything to anyone," Bella answered
"What, Amelia? What's wrong?" I asked again
"I can't believe this. I never expected it to happen. I just got an owl from my mom."
"WHAT IS IT??"
"A baby," said Amelia.
I gaped. "You're…having…a baby?"
"No!" Amelia glared at me. "Of course not! My mother is, and I just can't believe…can't imagine…well, you know…them doing it."
Bella stared. Molly asked "Of course they did it, how do you think you got here? FedEx?"
"FedSex", joked Bella.
"Well, when they had her…that was so long ago! She didn't think they still…did stuff…" Molly looked at Amelia, as if she were her lawyer.
Sometimes I feel so much older than anyone here.
"What will I tell people?" Amelia started to sob.
"Nothing. Let them think what they want. Let's pack."
When we got to the hotel we were all staying at, courtesy of Dumbledore, we took a nap. I was rudely awakened by Bella. She said she had something important to show me. Sighing, I followed her. When I realized she was taking me to the pool, I hesitated, but she just pushed me outside. I stared.
There sat James and Katie, sunbathing. James had spread an old blanket on the hot cement, and he was lying on his back with swimming trunks on. Katie was lying on her stomach in a bikini bottom and top. The top bra was unhooked, and her back was bare. I noticed the S shape Katie's curvy body made. For a second, I wished my meek body did that. James and Katie had not seen me yet. I realized Bella had left. Suddenly, James sat up, reached for the suntan lotion, and began slathering it on Katie's bare back. Only he didn't just slather her back. He rubbed it around her neck, shoulders, and then his fingers slid and rubbed more lotion right next to her breasts, and when he finished that, he rubbed the lotion right under the top edge of her bikini bottom. I walked up to James. When Katie saw me, she said she needed to eat something, and she took off.
"You sure friendly in a hurry, Potter."
James took a long sip of lemonade and said, "I haven't a clue what you are talking about. What are we playing, Lils? Twenty questions?"
"I saw the way you were slathering Katie."
"Slathering Katie? You make it sound like I was salivating on her."
"I saw you put your hands in her bathing suit."
James stared at me. "You sound like Peter. What are you, jealous? Me and Katie just got together. And my hands weren't inside her bathing suit, I was running a finger under the edge because that's where people usually burn. As for being friendly in a hurry, I've known Katie for three years."
Then I shut up. James had said I was jealous. Was I? I left, going back to Bella's room, where Molly, Amelia, and Bella were wearing only a bra, undershirt, and underwear. "What's going on?"
"The pencil test," said Bella mysteriously. "It helps us see whether or not we should be wearing bra's."
"But we already do wear bra's!"
"The pencil test helps us decide if we can ever go without one." Molly said she didn't want to do this, so she left.
Bella went first. I blushed as she unbuttoned her shirt, then took off her bra. Bella picked up a pencil and slid it crosswise underneath one breast, then held her arms straight up to her side. "Ta da!" she said, proving that her breasts alone would hold up the pencil.
Amelia went next. But, she wanted to do it in the bathroom, where no one would see her. Including us. Finally, she came out. "I guess I don't have to wear a bra…"
Then they both looked at me. I decided if I went into the bathroom like Amelia, they would think I was a baby. So I pulled off my shirt, and took off my sports bra. Amelia turned pink. Bella took the pencil and tucked it under my left breast. I was about to say "Ta da!" too, but after a couple of seconds, the pencil fell to the floor. Then Bella tried tucking it under my right breast, but it fell after again after a moment. Bella said I was not bra, or braless, just somewhere in-between.
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