A/n: Here's the second chapter. Yay! I got…..2 reviews (well, so far) and one is my friend talya (or duckie) talking mostly about her birthday. We had a surprise party for her today (she had no idea, even though we did a horrible job at hiding it). Anyways, this switches from Lily's point of view to James and back again. I'm not telling you where (I'm much too lazy to bother with things like that)

Oh, to mirkwoodmage: thank you for being brave enough to give constructive criticism (I know unrealistic that whole fight was, I don't even know what compelled me to write it. I did change some things however – a little more yelling on her part, and she slaps him now instead of punching him – hope it's slightly more satisfying)

I apologize for the first version of this story, there were a lot of typo's and parts didn't quite make sense.

Well, on with the story (please note how short this author's note was):

Chapter 2

After minutes of strenuous searching for an empty compartment, I stumbled upon Miss Prewett.

"Oh no, not you." Alice tended to lean on the sarcastic side. Just a bit.

I opened my mouth to protest, but a voice from behind beat me to it.

"Well I would say the same, but for me, the feelings go much deeper…."

The voice cracked on the word "much", giving away the owner.

"Why Frank, to what do we owe the pleasure?" Alice's sarcasm obviously still lay fresh on her tongue.

"Not to what, but to whom. And, since you asked, it was my mother." At this, I giggled, along with Alice, both of us amused at the thought of Frank being harassed by his mum.

"Does she still wear that hat you got her for Christmas? The one with the vulture on it."

"If I say yes, I'll never hear the end of it. So no, she doesn't."

"We don't believe you, do we, Lily?" cackled Alice. I shook my head, still in a state of mirth. "And besides, I saw her giving you that toad this morning on the platform, and – don't deny it Frank, it won't do you any good – she was wearing her beloved hat."

"Then why bother to ask?" grumbled Frank, slightly irritated.

"Because we can."

Frank mock scowled. "I refuse to accept that as a valid reason, I consider it an excuse."

Alice chose this moment to chime in, "Yes, well we consider it a reason, and everyone knows whose opinion really matters."

Frank muttered something under his breath as we made room for him.

"What's that Frank?"

"Nothing."

"I don't get it when it comes to girls. You try to be nice, and they slap you."

Remus raised an eyebrow at my comment. "Nice? As in harassing her, James?"

I rolled my eyes, "I wasn't harassing her Remus, I merely desired to help with her trunks."

"Uh-huh."

"Admit it, you were annoying her on purpose," Remus stated.

Fine, point taken.

We finally decided, after an intense debate, that I was trying to annoy Lily Evans, but who could blame me, for the girl's a nuisance ("And poor little Peter almost got flattened" as Sirius put it). By the end of the conversation, I felt thoroughly peeved at the rest of the marauders, who all wore an "I - know - something - you - don't - know" expression throughout our "little talk."

I used the sorting and welcome feast as a distraction for my mind, forbidding it to dwell on the peculiar train ride. Remus, Peter, and Sirius laughed and joked (well, Peter laughed) as if nothing unusual had happened. Maybe I'm just paranoid, but all throughout dinner I kept sneaking glances at Evans, aware that she was the cause of my unexpected stress.

"Hey Lily, why does James keep staring at you?"

"What?" Potter? Me? No way. "Do you need a head examination Frank?" All the same, I glanced down at his end of the Gryffindor table, and sure enough, there he sat, staring at me like I had taken the form of some sort of freak (in Petunia's opinion, I had). I quickly turned my head away, muttering 'bastard'.

"Lily?"

"Yeah, Frank?" I didn't feel like talking just yet.

"So what exactly do you mean by 'a head examination'?"

Making our way to Gryffindor tower, Alice once again brought up the popular, but sore, topic of James Potter.

"I think he likes you."

"Who likes me?" I knew who she meant, but getting a rise out of her always beats being obedient.

"James Potter, of course!"

I snorted. "I'd sooner eat chicken then have Potter like me."

Alice gave me a look of pity, and reminded me that it wasn't my choice. Of course, she had to bring up yet another awkward subject.

"Why don't you eat chicken?"

"In fourth grade I saw a video on how to kill one, and they lost their appeal." Phew. At least she didn't make a big deal of it.

"Oh. And Lily?"

"WHAT?"

"What's a video?"

I groaned inwardly, knowing I was forever cursed with friends who refused to take muggle studies.

A/n: The whole oblivious to muggle objects is clichéd to the point of gagging, I know, but the whole story is full of them. If anyone dislikes it a whole heck of a lot, I'll make an effort to change it.

Ethel went to school with Chickie, but came back with Hubert, and Margie shall soon join them.