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Set a few weeks before Christmas in Lily and James's seventh year.
James Potter sat in the Gryffindor common room with a satisfied smirk on his face, waiting for the scream that would tell him his plan had worked.
"Potter!"
Lily Evans came rushing into the common room. James' grin broadened; he could practically see the smoke pouring from her ears. She would have been very pretty-had her hair not been bright green, with purple polka dots.
"I'm going to skin you alive, Potter," she snarled.
"Hey, it was nothing personal! I was just testing out my theory! I heard that redheads have horrible tempers when provoked. Guess my theory was right then, wasn't it?" James asked, with an innocent look on his face.
"Change my hair back!" Lily yelled.
"Sorry Evans, nothing-doing. The spell has a twenty-four hour time lock; it won't wear off until tomorrow."
"Just you wait, Potter. If you think that you're going to get away with this, you are very much mistaken."
Lily stormed off to the dormitory, while James shouted back,
"Nice talking to you, Evans!"
"Prongs, if you like a girl, it might help if you didn't hex her every two seconds!"
James turned his head sharply, to find himself looking into the eyes of his best friend, Sirius Black.
"Like her? Don't be stupid, Padfoot, I don't like her! No one could like that moody, stuck-up girl!" claimed James, even though his cheeks were slightly flushed.
Sirius surveyed his friend with a half amused, half disbelieving look. Deciding to let it go, he looked around for his other two best friends, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew. Spotting them coming down the spiral staircase that lead to the boys' dormitories, he hurried over to greet them.
"Excellent, you're all hear! Look, I've had a brilliant idea!" Sirius informed them.
"Uh-oh!"
"Shut-up and listen, Wormtail," Sirius said.
Peter's smile dropped.
"We haven't played a prank on the Slytherins in ages, and since everyone's in a festive mood, I thought now would be a good time. I thought we could charm their robes so that they're invisible! What d'you think?" he said, excitedly.
Peter pointed out that if Remus and James got caught, they would both be in serious trouble, as Remus was a prefect and James was Head Boy.
"Oh don't worry Moony. If we get caught, Prongs, Wormtail and I will take the blame for you."
After half an hour of intense planning, they decided that Sirius and Remus would perform the tricky spell, because James was not too good at Charms, and Peter, well, he was even worse.
*
Lily rummaged in her trunk for a suitable hat that would cover her now multi-coloured hair. Her fingers were trembling with rage, she could feel her blood fizzing and popping. That stupid, arrogant Potter, she thought. He always had to show off, playing mean tricks and pranks on anyone who was around, although his main targets were the Slytherins, especially Snape. Sometimes she almost felt sorry Snape, but it was hard to feel completely sorry for someone who insulted you the whole time. She found a hat that was not too dented, and went back down to the Gryffindor common room.
"Morning, Lil,"
"Morning, Isabel," Lily greeted her best friend. Isabel was tall and willowy, with curly, blonde hair, and cornflower blue eyes.
They both made their way down to the Great Hall for breakfast, where they met the rest of the seventh year Gryffindors that they were friendly with. Lily ignored the usual morning chatter and instead turned her attention to the tiny owl delivering her morning paper. She gave it five Knuts, and within a minute was engrossed in the news and affairs of the world she had only known about for six years.
Set a few weeks before Christmas in Lily and James's seventh year.
James Potter sat in the Gryffindor common room with a satisfied smirk on his face, waiting for the scream that would tell him his plan had worked.
"Potter!"
Lily Evans came rushing into the common room. James' grin broadened; he could practically see the smoke pouring from her ears. She would have been very pretty-had her hair not been bright green, with purple polka dots.
"I'm going to skin you alive, Potter," she snarled.
"Hey, it was nothing personal! I was just testing out my theory! I heard that redheads have horrible tempers when provoked. Guess my theory was right then, wasn't it?" James asked, with an innocent look on his face.
"Change my hair back!" Lily yelled.
"Sorry Evans, nothing-doing. The spell has a twenty-four hour time lock; it won't wear off until tomorrow."
"Just you wait, Potter. If you think that you're going to get away with this, you are very much mistaken."
Lily stormed off to the dormitory, while James shouted back,
"Nice talking to you, Evans!"
"Prongs, if you like a girl, it might help if you didn't hex her every two seconds!"
James turned his head sharply, to find himself looking into the eyes of his best friend, Sirius Black.
"Like her? Don't be stupid, Padfoot, I don't like her! No one could like that moody, stuck-up girl!" claimed James, even though his cheeks were slightly flushed.
Sirius surveyed his friend with a half amused, half disbelieving look. Deciding to let it go, he looked around for his other two best friends, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew. Spotting them coming down the spiral staircase that lead to the boys' dormitories, he hurried over to greet them.
"Excellent, you're all hear! Look, I've had a brilliant idea!" Sirius informed them.
"Uh-oh!"
"Shut-up and listen, Wormtail," Sirius said.
Peter's smile dropped.
"We haven't played a prank on the Slytherins in ages, and since everyone's in a festive mood, I thought now would be a good time. I thought we could charm their robes so that they're invisible! What d'you think?" he said, excitedly.
Peter pointed out that if Remus and James got caught, they would both be in serious trouble, as Remus was a prefect and James was Head Boy.
"Oh don't worry Moony. If we get caught, Prongs, Wormtail and I will take the blame for you."
After half an hour of intense planning, they decided that Sirius and Remus would perform the tricky spell, because James was not too good at Charms, and Peter, well, he was even worse.
*
Lily rummaged in her trunk for a suitable hat that would cover her now multi-coloured hair. Her fingers were trembling with rage, she could feel her blood fizzing and popping. That stupid, arrogant Potter, she thought. He always had to show off, playing mean tricks and pranks on anyone who was around, although his main targets were the Slytherins, especially Snape. Sometimes she almost felt sorry Snape, but it was hard to feel completely sorry for someone who insulted you the whole time. She found a hat that was not too dented, and went back down to the Gryffindor common room.
"Morning, Lil,"
"Morning, Isabel," Lily greeted her best friend. Isabel was tall and willowy, with curly, blonde hair, and cornflower blue eyes.
They both made their way down to the Great Hall for breakfast, where they met the rest of the seventh year Gryffindors that they were friendly with. Lily ignored the usual morning chatter and instead turned her attention to the tiny owl delivering her morning paper. She gave it five Knuts, and within a minute was engrossed in the news and affairs of the world she had only known about for six years.