Chapter 8

"Oh my fucking God," Eden said as she looked into the box. Sitting in the center of the box was what she had wanted since she was 12. A no-heat, wet-start firework maker kit.

She was elated. She jumped out of her seat into the air and shouted at the top of her voice, "This the happiest day of my life!!!!"

"Why is that?" came a deep voice from behind her. She jumped and swiveled around in her seat to stare at a handsome face with ling black hair falling in front of the deep chocolate brown eyes. Sirius looks very yummy today, she thought. Wait, no, he doesn't, its just my imagination.

"None of your buisiness, Black," she responded.

"Of course it is. If you are receiving things that could potentially cause damage to the school, I need to know. I am the head boy," James said, coming up behind Sirius and looking into the box in Eden's lap.

"Stop pestering us, Potter," Lily said angrily. "Don't abuse your position unless you want it removed."

"Well, if you went and tattled to McGonagall, then you would loose your badge too." He said matter of factly.

"And how would that happen exactly," she inquired.

"I could just tell her that you didn't do your patrol last night," he said acting uninterested.

"You wouldn't!" she said alarmed.

"Wanna bet I would," he said grinning.

While all this was going on, Eden had shrank the box and hidden it in her robes. She was about to grab Lily's arm and get the hell out of there, when Sirius sat down in Lily's seat, seeing as how she had stood up so as to continue her row with James.

"What are you doing?" she asked as Sirius sat down and stared at her.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm staring at you while sitting in Lily's seat," he answered, acting as if she was daft, and staring at her smiling.

Eden slightly blushed and responded, "Can you please not look at me that way?"

"Why?" he asked looking at her slightly starry-eyed and smiling.

"Because....it makes me uncomfortable," she answered, trying to not look at him. (A/N: remember the force Star Wars fans. Episode II kicks some serious ass).

"Really?" he asked suggestively, still staring at her.

"I'm gunna go back to the dormitory now," she called standing up, grabbing Lily's hand, and rushing out of the great hall.

"Why did you leave?" Riley asked as she raced after Lily and Eden. Panting she said, "Remus and I were having a nice conversation. I think he was about to ask me to Hogsmead with him," she whined.

"Yea right, Remus is too shy to ask anyone out unless he's sure that he won't be rejected," said Eden, skeptically.

"Still, there was a chance that he would have," Riley said huffily.

"Drop it please," Lily said annoyed.

"Still, why did we have to leave so fast?" Riley inquired.

"Because Sirius was hitting on me and it was making me uncomfortable,"

"WHAT?!!! Sirius Black is one of the hottest guys in the school and he was hitting on you and it made you UNCOMFORTABLE!!!!! How the bloody hell does that work? Do you realize that almost every girl in Hogwarts has the insane desire to just have him look at her and say hello at least once!!!!! I mean......" Riley went on and on in her tirade about how Eden was acting absolutely stupid to do that.

"I don't like him and I think that he and Potter have the biggest egos in the entire history of human kind and are the most arrogant pair of bints to ever set foot on the grounds of this school," Eden responded.

"I am about to leave you to walk back to the dormitories alone if you all don't stop arguing about one of the stupidest topics in the world," Lily said threateningly. She was fed up with her friends continual bickering about how Potter and his group of friends. She personally agreed with Eden that they were a bunch of bints, but she had found herself thinking James a strange amount lately. She had just been arguing with him at lunch, all the while, thinking how good he looked after qudditch practice before she could stop herself.

Am I going insane? She wondered. I don't like him..... or do I?

(A/N: sorry this chapter is so short. I'm writing it in Spanish class, so I have trouble getting around the evil Sra. Workman. I promise on my dead, rotting and hell bent body that the next chappie will be longer. Please read and review. If you like, I shall continue writing. Special thanks to Alianora of Toure-on-Marsh for her many reviews(I hope you're a she at least) so now to the rest of you little demonic tiddlywinks, ta ta till all hell rises against me, then you all shall join me and we shall fly with the devil.)