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Chapter 2
Lily lean her head on her hand, staring absent mindedly out the large window next to her desk. No matter how hard she tried, she could not pay attention in Potions class. Mr. Foss, the substitute for Mrs. Herring, was a poor middle aged men caught chasing the years of his life. He was having a crisis, and his comb over and stories he told everyday about how he used to be a big quidditch star when he was a teen at high school proved it.
Lily felt sort of bad for the poor man, but couldn't help but really wish he would teach something in this class. So today, while he was in the middle of a story about how in his sixth year he put a whoopee cushion on McGonnagal desk chair, Lily raised her hand.
He gave a little flip of his three strands of hair, and gave a sniff, "Yes, Ms. Evans."
"Sorry to disturb your story, but you've been our sub for one week and we've yet to learn anything except about what a prankster you were at Hogwarts." Lily said it so sweetly, no one in the entire class could say she was being a snob, "You don't think we could have a traditional lesson today, do you? Because if we don't catch up soon, then you're going to be in a big cup of tea when Mrs. Herring gets back, don't you think?"
Mr. Foss blinked, unable to conceal his blushing cheeks. "Of course, Ms. Eban."
"Evans." Lily replied coolly, and the entire class sat in surprise. Lily was usually very quiet, but when she talked she was so professional and adult like, everyone always listened.
"Well, everyone turn to chapter five in your books. We'll be doing Eggor Potunus potion today." He gave Lily a cold look, "I'll be choosing your partners."
Since Mr. Foss was feeling vengeful towards Lily, and was aware of her loathing of James Potter (as the rest of the school was) of course, James ended up as her partner.
"Evans, Potter."
"Wait a go, Prongs!" Sirius slapped him on the back and James gave him the evil eye.
"Oh yes, cheerful great for me! I get to work with a girl who absolutely hates me for an hour."
"Well. If she's nasty to you, be nasty to her!" Peter declared, and James sauntered off and plopped down next to Lily.
"Don't you look nice today, Evans." James drawled, not even looking at her.
"Put a sock in it Potter. Let's just try and do this without and argument."
He gave a bitter chuckle as he flipped through his book, "Hey, I'll try if you do."
"Do you want to get the supplies, or should I?" She asked, finally looking up from page 69 in her book.
"Oh, I definitely think that you should express your freedom of getting the supplies."
She gave him a snotty look, "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Come on, Evans! Telling a teacher to teach us? You're such an egghead. We had easy riding until Mrs. Herring got back. But no, you had to 'express your freedom of speech' or something that you think is noble like that, and now we're stuck doing the hardest potion in the book." James snapped, though he felt a bit guilty after saying it. But he couldn't help but think Lily looked cute when she was angry, so he loved pushing her buttons.
Lily's face when all red, like her hair, and she stomped off to fetch the container of supplies they needed for the potion.
"Just because I actually care about my education does not make me an egghead." Lily replied haughtily, beginning to perfectly cut her roots.
James took some roots and began to chop, though not as intricately as Lily, "Evans, I have to tell you, that that does make you and egghead."
"Well, Potter, what's wrong with caring about my education and being well behaved? Aw, are you jealous because you know you could never ever tie yourself and be a good student like me?" Lily smiled sarcastically, and dropped her roots in the cauldrons, that bubbled and spit out steam.
James laughed, also dropping in his roots. " I don't need to be a good student to get your grades. I don't try at all, and I am always battling you, who spends hours studying every night because she has no social life, for the highest marks."
Lily let her mouth flop open like a fish for a few moments before she actually spoke, "I do to have a social life."
"Really? Come on, have you ever had a boyfriend?" James smiled smugly, and then Lily did the same.
"For your information, I have a boyfriend right now, and have had five others in the past."
James felt something in him pang. "Oh."
" Well James, if you aren't a good student, then how do you plan to beat me in the upcoming election?"
"Lily, everyone knows that thing is a big popularity contest. And I am popular. That's how I plan on winning. You can write clever little speeches all you want, but you're going to loose, Ms. Evans."
"You're an insufferable git, Potter. And I'll have you know that your popularity won't save you forever."
"You're right." James said sadly, scratching his head, "But then, I always have my good looks, charm, and money to fall back on."
Dear Student…
No, that sounded stupid.
Dear Girl…
That was even stupider.
Dear Muggle Born,
Damn. Well, maybe he should just be specific…
Dear Student who is a muggle born girl,
Hello. How are you? You probably think that I'm a big prejudice asshole. But, that's not the case. I'm being given this assignment because McGonnagal is paranoid. So don't worry about that.
All right, since you're a girl, do you think I could ask you something?
From,
Wrongfully Accused Guy
What do you think? Too short? Me too! I'll try and make the next one a bit longer. Please review!