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that matter.
A/N 5-6: Yeah, it's the same day... I type fast! giggles Anyways, this is starting to become more interesting than the roleplay, seeing as Kirby is missing...
A/N 5-13: I know it's been a while since I last updated... of course, Erica takes a lot longer. But this is already written, so it should be up faster.
A/N 5-17: Yes, yes, yes. I know it! UPDATE! sighs I have to write a report on The Beatles, and I've gotta finish LOTR: FOTR this week. Plus, I have like 7 chapters to type... and they're all long! AHHH! And now the internet's not working! This is just GREAT....
CHAPTER 2: Shopping in Diagon Alley
(Anna wrote a lot in this one, too...)
Ten years had passed, and Mr. and Mrs. Potter were eagerly awaiting the acceptance letter from Hogwarts for their eleven-year-old son, James. This letter was a sort of certificate for wizarding families, a confirmation that their son or daughter would, in seven years, join the community as a full-fledged witch or wizard.
James himself was eating breakfast when his mother bustled in, smothering him in a hug. "Oh, Jamie, Jamie, I'm so proud of you! Look! Look what's just arrived in the mail!"
"Cmmph-smumph! Mumph! Mumph! Cmph-breeph!" Mrs. Potter released him. "Thanks, mum," said James breathlessly, taking the letter. It was on thick parchment, written in bright green ink. James's hazel eyes widened. It was his Hogwarts letter!
Mrs. Potter ruffled James's already extremely messy black hair. "You just wait till I tell your father, he'll be so pleased, and I thought we'd have a little celebration, too! And a present, I think! Yes, a present!"
James was turning quite pink by now with embarrassment, "Mum... it's not that big a deal, really..."
"Oh, Jamie, don't be so modest, it's wonderful!"
"Aw, mum, everyone gets one-"
"Oh, no, Jamie, you see, very few people in the world have enough magic, and then there's distance to consider- anyway, out of all the millions of people in the world, less that 40 are chosen every year! It's very special!"
"Forty are chosen every year, mum!"
James's father certainly was please. "Excellent, excellent, son! Superb! We'll have a party as your mother says, and then we'll go to Diagon Alley tomorrow, and get your school things and a present- anything you like!"
"Dad-dad-it's nothing, really-"
"Nonsense, son, this is wonderful!"
And so James's mother whipped up one of her delicious meals and all three Potters ate and celebrated, finally going to bed at seven (James's mother insisted that he get his sleep).
When James was awakened at nine-thirty, (again, because Mrs. Potter wanted him to get his sleep) his mother made sure he went through his whole routine ("We're going to Diagon Alley today, dear, you've got to get yourself smartened up!"). Shower, breakfast, vitamin, comb your hair, brush your teeth, get dressed, oh, dear you've got a wrinkle, let me iron that, find your shoes... did you remember your vitamin, oh, not those socks, dear, these match the pants better, was your face, dear, oh dear, those shoes are so muddy, couldn't you wear something else-
"Mum, no one's going to notice a bit of dust-"
"No reason to leave it there to see. Here, dear, you haven't washed behind your ears..."
"No one'll notice, mum!"
"Right, because they'll be clean-"
"Mum, I'm ready!"
"No- now you are!" and with a flourish, she combed the hair that stuck up in the back down. It stayed for exactly two seconds, then his hairs sprang up all over the place again.
"Oh well, dear, nothing to bed one about it, no one will even notice..."
"I know, mum, that's what I've been trying to tell you!"
"Well, over here, dear, to the fireplace, and here's a pinch of floo powder. Now, very clearly, dear, "Die-uh-gone A-like in apple-lee", dear, and tuck your elbows in and-"
"Mum, I know how to use floo powder!"
"Of course, dear, of course! Now, your father will go first, so mind you don't get out till you see him, and I'll come right behind-"
"Mum! It'll be okay! It's just floo powder!"
"Oh, you're so brave, honey, now Gordo, you just go in, that's it." Gordo Potter dropped the floo powder into the fire, and, walking into the green flames, said very clearly, "Diagon Alley," and vanished.
James took a pinch of the stuff, and before his mother could start worrying again, he dropped it into the flames, said "Diagon Alley," and left.
When he arrived in the fire place of Diagon Alley, he stepped out, brushed himself, and, seeing his father nearby, stood to wait for his mother. When she had arrived, they headed off down Diagon Alley. James hoped to find another first year at Hogwarts-he didn't want to be the only one without a friend, but it seemed impossible with all his mother's fussing. He finally got away at Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, run by an elderly witch with a daughter just out of Hogwarts, saying he'd get his robes and no, they needn't worry about him, and it would be such an awfully long and boring time waiting for him to be fitted up, and why didn't they go get some ice cream, and hopefully he'd be done when they got back.
Alone in the back of Madam Malkin's, partway through being pinned up, another boy, who might have been James's age, but was taller than him (James was rather small for his age). "You a first year at Hogwarts, too?" he called to the boy.
"Yes," he answered. He was a rather handsome boy whose hair fell casually over his eyes, which twinkled with mischief. Shooting a quick glance over his shoulder at who James assumed was him other, he asked, "So, what's your surname, anyway?"
"Potter-"said James, "but you can call me James."
"Potter's one of those good, decent, respectable pureblood names, like I was telling you, son," said the older witch. "Here's one you can trust and make friends with, the Potters are a long line of witches and wizards, not like some of those muggle-born brats, yes, good will come of him, generations upon generations of wizarding ancestry will tell you that for sure!"
The boy was now turning pink and staring at his shoes. "Well," prompted his mother, "Introduce yourself!"
"I'm Sirius... Sirius Black," said the boy.
"Nice to meet you," said James.
"Now, you see, Sirius, he's polite, more than you can say about those half-blood brats."
James was done now, but he stayed to wait for the boy called Sirius Black. He had a feeling that Sirius was not so prejudiced against Muggles as his mother, and that they might be friends.
When Sirius was all fitted up (much more quickly than James had expected), he asked his mother if he and James might go walk around Diagon Alley together. "It's a chance to make a good, pureblood friend!" his mother agreed.
"Whoa, how'd you do that?" asked James once they'd left.
"Do what?" asked Sirius incredulously.
"I have to argue with my parents for an hour just to get them to let me go get the mail by myself, but she just-"
"Whoa, man, they care that much about you?"
"Eh?"
"My mum just wants to keep up the family name..." Sirius said in disgust. "And speaking of that, sorry she kept acting like that. She's always after Muggles, and thinks you're only worth talking to if you're pureblood..."
"That's alright. You're not like that, are you?"
"Hey, this is really good! I was worried I'd go off to Hogwarts to meet a bunch of people like my family- blaming everyone for what their family's done..."
"Why? They didn't do it, did they?" asked James confusedly.
"James, I have a feeling we'll be friends," said Sirius.
"Jamie, Jamie, where have you been? We were so worried about you-"It was James's mother. James felt himself turning pinker and pinker as his mother hugged him, and then began to scold him for running off while rubbing imaginary dirt from his face.
"Mum-mmmph! Immph- just going with Sirius, my new friend here, and we were just going for a walk down Diagon Alley-"James caught Sirius looking. He almost looked at his toes, then noticed that Sirius wasn't laughing at him, he was just smiling happily at him. (Beth)
Next they went to Ollivanders.
"Hello? Anyone here? I think it's empty... darn, I wanted to get my wand!" said James disappointedly.
"That's okay, James!" Sirius said, let's go get our books instead." (Whitney)
The two made their way to Flourish and Blotts. After being helped by an old wizard in purple robes, they left, they're arms full of books.
"Oh, Jamie, you're going to hurt yourself with all those books! Put them in your cauldron, and you're father will take them!" Mrs. Potter scooped the stack of books out of his arms, dumping them into his new standard size two pewter cauldron. "Have you gotten your wand?"
James shook his head. "No one was there."
His mother nodded. "Good. I want to be there when you get your wand." (Anna)
"Why?"
"So I can get the exact time for your first wand in the baby book along with your first step, your first smile, your first word, the first time you picked your nose, the first time you blew a spit bubble, the first- "
"Mum, mum, I get the picture!"
"Oh, dear, do you think my watch is set right? It would be so horrible if it was a minute late-"
"Just one minute, mum, and I'm not a baby!"
"Of course you are, you're my baby!"
"Ah, mum-" (Whitney)
"Would you and you're friend like some ice cream?" asked Mr. Potter, coming out of a shop.
James looked at Sirius, who nodded. "Sure, dad!" he said, grateful to talk about something other than his first spit bubble. "By the way, this is Sirius," he added, gesturing toward his new friend. After getting two giant mint chocolate ice cream cones at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor, James and Sirius left Mr. and Mrs. Potter to shop for the rest of James's supplies. (Beth)
"Wow, your parents really care about you, don't they?"
"Yeah, I guess they do, don't they? I'm kind of sick of it because they care so much."
"Uh-oh... Quick, in here!" Sirius said, pulling James into Madam Malkin's.
"What? Why?"
"No time to explain. C'mon." Sirius said, pulling him further back.
All of a sudden James fell over a pretty red haired girl.
"Hi."
"Um... hi."
"Sorry about that. I'm James Potter. I'm just starting Hogwarts this year."
"I'm Lily Evans. I'm starting this year, too."
"Are you a muggle-born?" Sirius asked.
"A what?"
"A muggle-born... someone who has non-magic parents."
"Oh, yeah."
"Then I won't tell my mom about you," said Sirius.
"Why?" asked Lily, utterly confused.
"She thinks that purebloods are the best," (Whitney) said Sirius, looking at the ground. (Anna... If you ever read this on the internet, I'll just let you know that you've created a monster.)
"Oh. Bye then."
"Bye," said James breathlessly.
"Well, she's okay," said Sirius.
"Okay?! She's only the most beautiful girl in the world!"
"Well, sure, she's pretty-"
"Beautiful," insisted James.
"Fine, beautiful, whatever."
"I love her."
"Hey, wait a second! Aren't you taking this a little fast..."
"Fast? Who said I was going fast? I love her. I know she's gotta love me, she just hasn't said so yet."
"Riiight..." (KRONK! Hehe, anyways...)
"I'm gonna find her again!"
"Eh?"
"I'm gonna find her! I gotta talk to her again! Just look at her!"
"Okaaay, but we gotta get our stuff first."
"Of course! Brilliant! She's going to Hogwarts, too! So all we gotta do is follow the list, since hers'll be the same!"
"Good-good, so long as we get our stuff!"
"So-next stop- Apothecary- she'll need potion ingredients!"
"So will we, don't forget!"
The boys skipped off to the Apothecary. When they arrived, they didn't find Lily Evans ("Aww!") said James. Sirius got him to get his ingredients quickly by persuading him that it would be easier to find Lily if they had free time.
They were off to search by Gringotts when they heard a familiar "Jamie!" Mrs. Potter bustled up. "Oh, Jamie, I was so scared you were lost or hurt or something! Never run off like that again! Oh, dear, oh Jamie!"
"Mum! I'm okay! What could happen?"
"Oh, any number of things! You could fall and bump your knee and get a boo-boo! Oh, my poor baby! Poor Jamie with his boo-boo! Where is it? I'll kiss it and make it all better! Where are those... those Band-Aids-"
James was now a bright pink, and not Sirius, Sirius realized, only because of his mother's fussing. Lily Evans had come out of a shop across the street. She and her parents and a thin, horsey-looking blonde passed them. The blonde whispered and pointed, and Lily giggled. James now turned red, examining the pavement instead of Lily until they passed.
"Mum-"he said once they had gone into Ollivander's, "Mum- I don't have a- I'm not hurt!"
"Oh-oh, yes, I remember now. Can't be too careful, though."
"Mum! Could I get my wand now?! Please please please?! "
"Yes, Jamie, dear, just follow close behind."
But James and Sirius lagged behind. "She-she wasn't laughing at me, was she, mate?"
Sirius thought about it- he was fairly certain that Lily was laughing at James, and though it might hurt him a bit to know that, Sirius thought maybe he could get James to realize that all people didn't fall in love the second they saw a pretty face. "Yeah- sorry, mate, she was laughing at you."
"Man, that bites!" said James, clenching his hands into fists. "Well, you know what, Sirius- I've just gotta be cool, then. Chicks love that stuff, right?"
(Anna would like to assure y'all that she has now created a monster, and that we shall try to fix this later. Anyways, Whitney!)
Sirius stared at James. "What, d'you want to marry her or something?"
James stared back, then laughed. "Man, I'm only eleven! Nah... I'm not to that point anyway. She's gotta like me first." He said with a devilish grin.
Sirius shook his head. "Whatever..."
They spent the rest of the day wandering around Diagon Alley, pressing their noses against the Quality Quidditch Supplies window, trying to sneak into Knockturn Alley, and constantly bumping into Mr. and Mrs. Potter, who fretted over every little thing.
By the end of the day, James was rather reluctant to leave Sirius. He hadn't had very many friends on Athene Street, and Sirius had been really nice to him. But Mrs. Potter insisted that they go, saying, "Oh, Jamie, you need your rest! You can see your friend on the Hogwarts Express next week." James frowned. An entire week?! That would seem like forever!
Well, I'll answer reviews later, seeing as the stupid internet isn't working... I hate wireless internet sometimes.
A/N 5-6: Yeah, it's the same day... I type fast! giggles Anyways, this is starting to become more interesting than the roleplay, seeing as Kirby is missing...
A/N 5-13: I know it's been a while since I last updated... of course, Erica takes a lot longer. But this is already written, so it should be up faster.
A/N 5-17: Yes, yes, yes. I know it! UPDATE! sighs I have to write a report on The Beatles, and I've gotta finish LOTR: FOTR this week. Plus, I have like 7 chapters to type... and they're all long! AHHH! And now the internet's not working! This is just GREAT....
CHAPTER 2: Shopping in Diagon Alley
(Anna wrote a lot in this one, too...)
Ten years had passed, and Mr. and Mrs. Potter were eagerly awaiting the acceptance letter from Hogwarts for their eleven-year-old son, James. This letter was a sort of certificate for wizarding families, a confirmation that their son or daughter would, in seven years, join the community as a full-fledged witch or wizard.
James himself was eating breakfast when his mother bustled in, smothering him in a hug. "Oh, Jamie, Jamie, I'm so proud of you! Look! Look what's just arrived in the mail!"
"Cmmph-smumph! Mumph! Mumph! Cmph-breeph!" Mrs. Potter released him. "Thanks, mum," said James breathlessly, taking the letter. It was on thick parchment, written in bright green ink. James's hazel eyes widened. It was his Hogwarts letter!
Mrs. Potter ruffled James's already extremely messy black hair. "You just wait till I tell your father, he'll be so pleased, and I thought we'd have a little celebration, too! And a present, I think! Yes, a present!"
James was turning quite pink by now with embarrassment, "Mum... it's not that big a deal, really..."
"Oh, Jamie, don't be so modest, it's wonderful!"
"Aw, mum, everyone gets one-"
"Oh, no, Jamie, you see, very few people in the world have enough magic, and then there's distance to consider- anyway, out of all the millions of people in the world, less that 40 are chosen every year! It's very special!"
"Forty are chosen every year, mum!"
James's father certainly was please. "Excellent, excellent, son! Superb! We'll have a party as your mother says, and then we'll go to Diagon Alley tomorrow, and get your school things and a present- anything you like!"
"Dad-dad-it's nothing, really-"
"Nonsense, son, this is wonderful!"
And so James's mother whipped up one of her delicious meals and all three Potters ate and celebrated, finally going to bed at seven (James's mother insisted that he get his sleep).
When James was awakened at nine-thirty, (again, because Mrs. Potter wanted him to get his sleep) his mother made sure he went through his whole routine ("We're going to Diagon Alley today, dear, you've got to get yourself smartened up!"). Shower, breakfast, vitamin, comb your hair, brush your teeth, get dressed, oh, dear you've got a wrinkle, let me iron that, find your shoes... did you remember your vitamin, oh, not those socks, dear, these match the pants better, was your face, dear, oh dear, those shoes are so muddy, couldn't you wear something else-
"Mum, no one's going to notice a bit of dust-"
"No reason to leave it there to see. Here, dear, you haven't washed behind your ears..."
"No one'll notice, mum!"
"Right, because they'll be clean-"
"Mum, I'm ready!"
"No- now you are!" and with a flourish, she combed the hair that stuck up in the back down. It stayed for exactly two seconds, then his hairs sprang up all over the place again.
"Oh well, dear, nothing to bed one about it, no one will even notice..."
"I know, mum, that's what I've been trying to tell you!"
"Well, over here, dear, to the fireplace, and here's a pinch of floo powder. Now, very clearly, dear, "Die-uh-gone A-like in apple-lee", dear, and tuck your elbows in and-"
"Mum, I know how to use floo powder!"
"Of course, dear, of course! Now, your father will go first, so mind you don't get out till you see him, and I'll come right behind-"
"Mum! It'll be okay! It's just floo powder!"
"Oh, you're so brave, honey, now Gordo, you just go in, that's it." Gordo Potter dropped the floo powder into the fire, and, walking into the green flames, said very clearly, "Diagon Alley," and vanished.
James took a pinch of the stuff, and before his mother could start worrying again, he dropped it into the flames, said "Diagon Alley," and left.
When he arrived in the fire place of Diagon Alley, he stepped out, brushed himself, and, seeing his father nearby, stood to wait for his mother. When she had arrived, they headed off down Diagon Alley. James hoped to find another first year at Hogwarts-he didn't want to be the only one without a friend, but it seemed impossible with all his mother's fussing. He finally got away at Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, run by an elderly witch with a daughter just out of Hogwarts, saying he'd get his robes and no, they needn't worry about him, and it would be such an awfully long and boring time waiting for him to be fitted up, and why didn't they go get some ice cream, and hopefully he'd be done when they got back.
Alone in the back of Madam Malkin's, partway through being pinned up, another boy, who might have been James's age, but was taller than him (James was rather small for his age). "You a first year at Hogwarts, too?" he called to the boy.
"Yes," he answered. He was a rather handsome boy whose hair fell casually over his eyes, which twinkled with mischief. Shooting a quick glance over his shoulder at who James assumed was him other, he asked, "So, what's your surname, anyway?"
"Potter-"said James, "but you can call me James."
"Potter's one of those good, decent, respectable pureblood names, like I was telling you, son," said the older witch. "Here's one you can trust and make friends with, the Potters are a long line of witches and wizards, not like some of those muggle-born brats, yes, good will come of him, generations upon generations of wizarding ancestry will tell you that for sure!"
The boy was now turning pink and staring at his shoes. "Well," prompted his mother, "Introduce yourself!"
"I'm Sirius... Sirius Black," said the boy.
"Nice to meet you," said James.
"Now, you see, Sirius, he's polite, more than you can say about those half-blood brats."
James was done now, but he stayed to wait for the boy called Sirius Black. He had a feeling that Sirius was not so prejudiced against Muggles as his mother, and that they might be friends.
When Sirius was all fitted up (much more quickly than James had expected), he asked his mother if he and James might go walk around Diagon Alley together. "It's a chance to make a good, pureblood friend!" his mother agreed.
"Whoa, how'd you do that?" asked James once they'd left.
"Do what?" asked Sirius incredulously.
"I have to argue with my parents for an hour just to get them to let me go get the mail by myself, but she just-"
"Whoa, man, they care that much about you?"
"Eh?"
"My mum just wants to keep up the family name..." Sirius said in disgust. "And speaking of that, sorry she kept acting like that. She's always after Muggles, and thinks you're only worth talking to if you're pureblood..."
"That's alright. You're not like that, are you?"
"Hey, this is really good! I was worried I'd go off to Hogwarts to meet a bunch of people like my family- blaming everyone for what their family's done..."
"Why? They didn't do it, did they?" asked James confusedly.
"James, I have a feeling we'll be friends," said Sirius.
"Jamie, Jamie, where have you been? We were so worried about you-"It was James's mother. James felt himself turning pinker and pinker as his mother hugged him, and then began to scold him for running off while rubbing imaginary dirt from his face.
"Mum-mmmph! Immph- just going with Sirius, my new friend here, and we were just going for a walk down Diagon Alley-"James caught Sirius looking. He almost looked at his toes, then noticed that Sirius wasn't laughing at him, he was just smiling happily at him. (Beth)
Next they went to Ollivanders.
"Hello? Anyone here? I think it's empty... darn, I wanted to get my wand!" said James disappointedly.
"That's okay, James!" Sirius said, let's go get our books instead." (Whitney)
The two made their way to Flourish and Blotts. After being helped by an old wizard in purple robes, they left, they're arms full of books.
"Oh, Jamie, you're going to hurt yourself with all those books! Put them in your cauldron, and you're father will take them!" Mrs. Potter scooped the stack of books out of his arms, dumping them into his new standard size two pewter cauldron. "Have you gotten your wand?"
James shook his head. "No one was there."
His mother nodded. "Good. I want to be there when you get your wand." (Anna)
"Why?"
"So I can get the exact time for your first wand in the baby book along with your first step, your first smile, your first word, the first time you picked your nose, the first time you blew a spit bubble, the first- "
"Mum, mum, I get the picture!"
"Oh, dear, do you think my watch is set right? It would be so horrible if it was a minute late-"
"Just one minute, mum, and I'm not a baby!"
"Of course you are, you're my baby!"
"Ah, mum-" (Whitney)
"Would you and you're friend like some ice cream?" asked Mr. Potter, coming out of a shop.
James looked at Sirius, who nodded. "Sure, dad!" he said, grateful to talk about something other than his first spit bubble. "By the way, this is Sirius," he added, gesturing toward his new friend. After getting two giant mint chocolate ice cream cones at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor, James and Sirius left Mr. and Mrs. Potter to shop for the rest of James's supplies. (Beth)
"Wow, your parents really care about you, don't they?"
"Yeah, I guess they do, don't they? I'm kind of sick of it because they care so much."
"Uh-oh... Quick, in here!" Sirius said, pulling James into Madam Malkin's.
"What? Why?"
"No time to explain. C'mon." Sirius said, pulling him further back.
All of a sudden James fell over a pretty red haired girl.
"Hi."
"Um... hi."
"Sorry about that. I'm James Potter. I'm just starting Hogwarts this year."
"I'm Lily Evans. I'm starting this year, too."
"Are you a muggle-born?" Sirius asked.
"A what?"
"A muggle-born... someone who has non-magic parents."
"Oh, yeah."
"Then I won't tell my mom about you," said Sirius.
"Why?" asked Lily, utterly confused.
"She thinks that purebloods are the best," (Whitney) said Sirius, looking at the ground. (Anna... If you ever read this on the internet, I'll just let you know that you've created a monster.)
"Oh. Bye then."
"Bye," said James breathlessly.
"Well, she's okay," said Sirius.
"Okay?! She's only the most beautiful girl in the world!"
"Well, sure, she's pretty-"
"Beautiful," insisted James.
"Fine, beautiful, whatever."
"I love her."
"Hey, wait a second! Aren't you taking this a little fast..."
"Fast? Who said I was going fast? I love her. I know she's gotta love me, she just hasn't said so yet."
"Riiight..." (KRONK! Hehe, anyways...)
"I'm gonna find her again!"
"Eh?"
"I'm gonna find her! I gotta talk to her again! Just look at her!"
"Okaaay, but we gotta get our stuff first."
"Of course! Brilliant! She's going to Hogwarts, too! So all we gotta do is follow the list, since hers'll be the same!"
"Good-good, so long as we get our stuff!"
"So-next stop- Apothecary- she'll need potion ingredients!"
"So will we, don't forget!"
The boys skipped off to the Apothecary. When they arrived, they didn't find Lily Evans ("Aww!") said James. Sirius got him to get his ingredients quickly by persuading him that it would be easier to find Lily if they had free time.
They were off to search by Gringotts when they heard a familiar "Jamie!" Mrs. Potter bustled up. "Oh, Jamie, I was so scared you were lost or hurt or something! Never run off like that again! Oh, dear, oh Jamie!"
"Mum! I'm okay! What could happen?"
"Oh, any number of things! You could fall and bump your knee and get a boo-boo! Oh, my poor baby! Poor Jamie with his boo-boo! Where is it? I'll kiss it and make it all better! Where are those... those Band-Aids-"
James was now a bright pink, and not Sirius, Sirius realized, only because of his mother's fussing. Lily Evans had come out of a shop across the street. She and her parents and a thin, horsey-looking blonde passed them. The blonde whispered and pointed, and Lily giggled. James now turned red, examining the pavement instead of Lily until they passed.
"Mum-"he said once they had gone into Ollivander's, "Mum- I don't have a- I'm not hurt!"
"Oh-oh, yes, I remember now. Can't be too careful, though."
"Mum! Could I get my wand now?! Please please please?! "
"Yes, Jamie, dear, just follow close behind."
But James and Sirius lagged behind. "She-she wasn't laughing at me, was she, mate?"
Sirius thought about it- he was fairly certain that Lily was laughing at James, and though it might hurt him a bit to know that, Sirius thought maybe he could get James to realize that all people didn't fall in love the second they saw a pretty face. "Yeah- sorry, mate, she was laughing at you."
"Man, that bites!" said James, clenching his hands into fists. "Well, you know what, Sirius- I've just gotta be cool, then. Chicks love that stuff, right?"
(Anna would like to assure y'all that she has now created a monster, and that we shall try to fix this later. Anyways, Whitney!)
Sirius stared at James. "What, d'you want to marry her or something?"
James stared back, then laughed. "Man, I'm only eleven! Nah... I'm not to that point anyway. She's gotta like me first." He said with a devilish grin.
Sirius shook his head. "Whatever..."
They spent the rest of the day wandering around Diagon Alley, pressing their noses against the Quality Quidditch Supplies window, trying to sneak into Knockturn Alley, and constantly bumping into Mr. and Mrs. Potter, who fretted over every little thing.
By the end of the day, James was rather reluctant to leave Sirius. He hadn't had very many friends on Athene Street, and Sirius had been really nice to him. But Mrs. Potter insisted that they go, saying, "Oh, Jamie, you need your rest! You can see your friend on the Hogwarts Express next week." James frowned. An entire week?! That would seem like forever!
Well, I'll answer reviews later, seeing as the stupid internet isn't working... I hate wireless internet sometimes.