a/n: dear mackenzie; thank you for apologizing. yes, i'm immature; and no, i didn't plagerise. i have no clue to what story you're talking about. and i dont know what i should be hiding from you aside from the fact that you have no stories. and no, i wouldnt yell at interviewers if they called my stuff bad. i would make sure they see that its not plagerising. but i cannot put all this blame on you because i was being a crucial bitch. but i cant help who i am.

ANYWAYSSSSS MS BUGGERS IS BACK! YAY!! (and check out the other stuff written by mr nutters! very good). My cough and cold have subsided a bit, but the nazal congestion is still there. anyways, chapter seven might not be the best of chapters, but be thankful that i've actually written something for you; seeing as i do want to stop. my chapter eight makes up for this sleazy chapter.

disclaimer: i don't plagerise.

I'm completely awed. No words decribe it. Okay, I just used awed. But you get the gist don't you? I mean, sure the place looks gross on the outside; but the inside is gorgeous! It's like a fricken mansion! Marvelous! I wish I lived in something like this. It's practically heaven.

As I pause and take in all the sights around me, I feel someone give me a small little push. I turn around to see that I'm actually infront of the line and should really start moving. Moody ushers us into the kitchen which I must say is very grand. But it's the people there that surprise me most. Around a table, sitting on counters, lounging by the walls are a whole group of Order members. There's this old guy I don't recognize, and another guy a don't recognize. Oh, and here's a person I don't recognize. Golly! But then I start seeing people I do recognize. The Prewetts, Mrs Figg, and to my surprise, Damien. What on earth is Damien doing here?! And in coming through the door is Constance. She smiles and gives me a wave. I'm about to go to her when Moody shoves us to the side where, coincidentally, Remus Lupin and (gasp) Peter Pettigrew are.

When the hubub dies down, Moody clears his throat, turns to face us and speaks. "Welcome, newest members, to the Order of the Phoenix. This is a a secret club.. er.. thingy to fight against Voldemort." A woman sitting on the counter gives an unvolunteering shriek. Moody rolls his eyes and conitnues on. "Now, you shall never reveal the hideout to the Order. Any word of us leaks out to Voldemort, I will personally make sure that you won't ever be able to speak another word ever again. Now, please, if you all would kindly place your hands ontop of this Phoenix figurine..."

Wow, a phoenix figurine! It's absolutely beautiful! Wow, I really feel accepted in here! This is so cool. I put my hand on the phoenix which is actually very warm. When James, being the last person in line, places his hand on the phoenix, it suddenly starts to glow and get even warmer. Moody starts to mutter some sort of chant, and as he chants louder, the hotter the phoenix grows. I'm the first hand on it, and it's practically burning off my skin! Ow!!! This stupid phoenix! It's burning me like a bitch!! I didn't come for this. I turn around to see that the others are feeling the same intense heat I am. Oh. Well, stupid bitchass phoenix! My hands will be ruined! Cream! I need hand cream! Damnit!

As I'm about to burst out in pain, the heat stops. Moody looks up at us and grins. "Well, you're official members. And you've been on an oath. Secrets not to be told to anyone."

I'm quite tipped off. My palm is hurting like crazy. I think I'm going to cry. Yes, I can't take too much pain. But being an auror, I must endure it. And this crazy burn will be nothing to what I'll be in for. Or what people warn me I'll be in for... Not cool. I hope I won't be into anything too dangerous. Why can't I have just applied to being a healer?! Oh sighh...

"Moony!" exclaims Sirius, envoloping Remus in a big bear hug. "Long time no see!" Those two seem happy. And now James joins their little queue. They seem so close. I look over to Peter. He seems to be on the outskirts. I feel so sorry for him. People don't seem to like him much. But I do try to make an effort to be his friend (Okay, fine. I don't). He's too shy sometimes. I'm about to go over and make small talk when Constance suddenly grabs me and hugs me out of nowhere.

"Lily!" she shireks. "I can't believe you're a member now! This is so great! More recruits!" As happy as she is saying it, I can tell she seems worried. Who wouldn't be, being in a secret gang fighting against Voldemort?

"Yeah... Hey. When did you become a member?" I ask. Her face drops a bit.

"I became a member five weeks after graduation actually."

"FIVE WEEKS?!"

"Yes, well, Damien was in it, and then I guess he suggested that Dumbledor put me in it. They said someone in Arithmancy might be good. Numbers and all..."

I take a close look at my bestfriend. She seems unatural in this enviroment. I suddenly realize how thin she's gotten since our graduation, how she's shrunk a bit; and how she's grave. How she had to grow up faster than the rest of us. All this pressure built on her because of her boyfriend. I can't really blame Damien. I mean, he suggested to Dumbledore. But his suggestion cursed her for life. She used to be the beauty of Hogwarts. And what's she now? A shrivelled up prune with limp hair and tired eyes. I don't know why she's not with Remus. He'd make her happy! I know he would; he's never inflict this sort of burden upon her. He'd take it for himself. Damien's so selfish sometimes.

"Okay people," calls Moody once again. "Meeting!"

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The meeting wasn't so bad. I'm back home now, where I'm sitting on the couch with a nice cup of tea. Anyway, at the meeting, we talked about our duties, positions, and spying. I wasn't exactly remotely interested. I just sort of sat there thinking about my bridesmaid dress I'll be wearing in.. two weeks. Wow. Two weeks and my bestfriend will be married. Two weeks and I'll be living alone. Two weeks and I'll be reminded that I am nowhere near marriage myself. Oh well... Anyways, thinking about my dress cheers me right up. Since it's a muggle theme, I got a Donna Karan dress which is absolutely beautiful (but not as great as the bride's dress of course).

Constance seems so fidgety these days. She shouldn't worry. I mean, Damien's right for her. Well, he's okay for her. But I can't just go in and stop them from getting married can I? No, I can't; that's Remus' job. He most likely won't do anything - he's too soft. Damn softies. They ruin everything! If only they'd ruin weddings. But no! That's one thing they won't ruin! I'm so mad right now.

"Hey Lily," says a voice from the hall. I look over to see Constance walking towards me with a confused face. She really does look confused. I don't know why; usually, women are so happy when they're about to get married. It's most often that the men get cold feet.

"What's wrong?" I ask, getting up from my seat and going into the kitchen where she just headed to. I haul myself to the fridge and take out a piece of chicken. Man, do I love chicken. You know how everyone says that everything tastes like chicken? So what exactly does chicken taste like? I've always wondered that.

Constance looks up at me. She looks like she's ready to cry. "Lily, do you think I'm making the right choice?"

Do I think she's making the right choice? Hell no I dont! "Of course I do Constance. I'm behind you every step of the way."

"What if... What if I'm making the wrong decision? Will I be happy? I'm not one for divorce, Lily! If I make one wrong turn, it will screw me over for the rest of my life! I don't know what to do!"

Wow, I guess she is in a dilema. It's quite easy to feud with Damien. I've had an argument with him once. And since then, we've been a bit stiff aroudn each other. We were arguing about Constance of course. How he wanted them to move to France, but I wanted them to stay. Stupid guy, making my best friend move away. Of course, Constance decided to stay. And then he wouldn't speak to either of us for two weeks. What a loser.

"Constance, you're not making a mistake." I bend over to fetch a fresh box of tissues from the cupboard. "You love the guy, so you'll make the right decision."

The room becomes silent. I glance back over to her, and she seems in deep thought. She does love the guy right?

"You do love him, don't you?" I ask uncertainly. She doesn't look up. Neither does she speak up. Oh great. She's getting married in two weeks and now she realizes she doesn't love him? What a waste of money!

"I - I guess so..." she trails off. What kind of an answer is that? I guess so? Of course she doesn't!

"You don't," I tell her with a serious tone. She looks up at me with a sudden flame in her eyes.

"Yes I do!" she replies defiantly.

"No, you don't."

"I do!"

"You dont."

She's staring at me with her angry stare. I don't like her angry stare. It's creepy you know. Like, when you have this friend who's always happy, never angry, and you'd never suspect them to ever get angry right? And then one day, they do and it blows up in your face. Sort of like Dumbledore. Well, I never expirienced Dumbledore's wrath so I wouldn't know really.

"What do you know?" she asks, her voice growing dangerous.' you don't know anything! You don't know Damien! You don't know anything about love! You won't understand! You don't know Damien! You don't know!"

And now she's crying. Great.

I go over and sit across from her. "You're right; I don't know Damien. But neither do you."

She looks up at me like what I just said had just suddenly hit her. I feel so sorry for her.

She stands up and stares at the wall, completely helpless. "I don't know Damien."

It's true though. Because even if they've been together for all these years, she doesn't know him. He's such a secretive person

"I don't know Damien Vector," she says abruptly, turning to me. "I don't know him, but I could start to know him." And with that, she goes upstairs and locks herself in her room.

So she'll start knowing him now? At this stage of the game? Is that a good thing?