a/n: if you're going to put trippeh oh your author alerts, the least you could do is give a fucking review. its not that hard.
disclaimer: bite me. i'm delicious.
Being friends with James Potter does have its advantages. Apparantly, he knows a lot of store owners; being a Potter really does enable you to many of the best things out there. He introduced me to many of the owners, and now, I get things for a cheaper price. Another things is that his own house is actually quite posh. I just noticed how... huge it is. Why he comes to my house practically everyday is a mystery. His house has everything! And I mean everything. Three swimming pools - one indoor, two outdoor - a bigass kitchen, and five bedrooms. He even has his own quidditch pitch and four Cleansweep Sevens. I don't exactly know how rich he is, but I'm guessing this guy's pretty loaded... not that I'm atracted to rich men...
I'm NOT! Think what you like then; I could care less. I mean, yes, being rich is attractive, but it's what's on the inside. But sadly, what's on the inside of James Potter is immaturity, arrogance, ill humour and... and a very handsome young man. Oh gross! I so take that back. Forget I said that.
I think that ever since I claimed friendship with James, everyone of us - James, Constance, Remus, Serene, Sirius and myself - have all become even closer. Now that there aren't any disputes between us (minus the occassional disagreements), our bond has become what I guess stronger. Another thing that's good is when we all go out, I'm not alone, seeing as the other four seem to migle with thesmelves. It's funny because James and I spend our time making fun of them.
Like that night when Serene and Sirius were sharing a lobster dinner, Sirius was trying to squirt lemon juice, but got it in Serene's eye. Man, that was hilarious! You should've seen Serene! She was squinting like crazy with a fountain of tears rolling down, trying to scold Sirius, wiping her eye and getting the juice out all at the same time. Sirius was trying to help her wipe her eyes while apologizing, but failing in both deeds. Remus had to keep asking for napkins while Constance was also trying to help Serene. Because of this situation, our table was the loudest; and to add to the noise was the fact that James and I were howling with laughter. In the end, Serene ended up with a red eye, Sirius ended up with a few bruises, Remus was announced the most demanding and annoying guest whilst Constance ended with an elbowed ear. James and I were given steady leers from the tables around; but I don't think we noticed because we were too busy laughing our asses off.
Life with the marauders really is a different one. For one thing; you gotta keep up with your grocery list because the fridge will be cleared out in five hours. Your house will never stay clean with the fresh scent of fruit. Candy wrappers will be flying everywhere with pumpkin pasties smeared across your walls. Cauldron cakes slathered on the bottom of your dining table, coffee rings imprinted on your coffee table, and the kitchen counter constantly loaded with undeterminable crumbs.
But it's not always that bad. You can always ask them to transfigure things into other things for you. For instance, my mother was coming over, and I know she hates my taste in furniture, so I asked them to transfigure things for me. Like my couch; instead of the regular couch, I asked them to changed it into a bigger and more stiff couch. Or my bed; I asked them to take away the four posters. It's quite handy for them to be around for these things while I mingle around the house drinking martinis.
Also, now that they've made our house their second home; they really do treat it like home. Sure, they... mess it up a bit; but they do take care of it. There are never any dirty dishes or laundry miling about, and everything's cleaned at least once a week. I never knew they were this strict about house cleaning; James had yelled at me when I put the dishes back into the cupboards when they weren't completely dry. And Remus had gotten mad at Constance because she folded clothes the wrong way. Honestly! Clothes and dishes don't matter!
Order business has never been more hectic. Voldemort - I still shudder saying his name - is still gaining more power and followers. Now, don't be fooled by me; I might appear to you as having such a nice carefree life. That's where you're wrong. No matter how... loose I seem, the thought of Voldemort still scares me. I'm still trying to get over the fact that the cruciatus curse was put unto me. I can still feel the pain; you don't know what pain is until you've felt that damned curse. I even heard that it can drive people insane. I'd rather die than stay insane. But I don't want to die yet; I still need to get old. And I still need to get rich - but you usually get old before you get rich, so that's just a waste isn't it? I think so. Anyways, back on the Order; fresh assignments were handed out to me just a week ago, and luckily, I came back unharmed. Everyone did actually.
Now that Moody sees me as 'better', he's put me back on some training excersizes. Sometimes, I wish that I'd just stay weak and sick because he makes you do rough things. He sent all us auror-in-trainings into this huge room. He made the room look like some big park, which at first I thought was funny. I was surprised to say the least. He made us get into tees and shorts and running gear, which at first we thought was a bit crazy. I had this idea that he was gonna make us do some weird muggle weight lifting, but then Moody's a pure blood who thinks that 'these damn muggle trinkets' are just bits of 'pish-posh made for the deluded'. I was a bit offended by that; but now that I think of it, it's kinda true.
Anyway, so he got us into the full running gear. If we thought the room was big, he charmed it to eight times its size. And I'm not exaggerating. He really made it eight times its size. So that was about... 15 miles per say? He made us a running track which zig-zagged everywhere in the room, and set up obstacles, such as road blocks, fake Death Eaters with fake muggles around a street, werewolves, unicorns and other animals... you get the gist don't you? And we were suppossed to run around that, trying to overbear each obstacle - how to get out of a dead end, how to catch Death Eaters while protecting muggles and being discreet about it, and all that jazz. If it weren't horrible enough, he made the room pitch black, storming heavily with roaring thunder and a nasty billowing wind.
Because of that dumb training, all of us were sick, injured or scared to death from pitch blackness. I came home with an ugly cold and a horrible hacking cough. Serene jumped at every noise she heard. Sirius , apart from the bruises he got from Serene - earned himself a bump on the head and a crooked pinky-finger.James however, came out with a black eye, a bloody nose, an elbowed rib and a limp - not from the excersize, but from us. He had been so thrilled about the whole thing that he came out eclectic and with high full-blast energy, asking if we could do it again. Unfortunately, Moody, who never even considered that, had agreed with James and sent us back in there again, rearranging all the obstacles incase we'd cheat our way out. So when we did come out, we gave James the needed injuries he should've gotten.
No matter how much we hated Moody's fucked up obastacle, I have to admit; it did me pretty good. I now have expirience to deal with muggles in a magical situation, I can get out of road blocks, and I know how to manage a Blast Ended Skrewt. I was never a fan of magical creatures and I'm still not. The Skrewts scared me half to death as I jumped - sadly onto Frank who fell on Alice - and started to cry for half the course. The Skrewt managed to burn my butt, so now, my bum's all tender and I need to be careful with sitting down and all that stuff. I've acquired quite a few guffaws from this; and let me say, the outcomes aren't pretty if you make fun of me. I may look like some pansy girl, but I know a few hexes.
I'm walking around my house out of sheer boredom yet again. Constance has a lunch date with her parents and Remus. She was kinda fidgety about it, but I told her not to worry. The Kruberras have known Remus for practically his whole life; they're like his second parents. I personally think that they're quite happy that their daughter finally ended up with him.
Everyone else has other plans; Serene's stuck with paper work, Sirius and James are fixing some motor bike which they got from a muggle junk shop. Sirius was quite the jolly camper after purchasing it; because it was his first muggle trinket he ever owned. They're bewitching it to fly and all that... so in the end, it won't exactly be all muggle would it?
I'm up in my room now, where I'm just sitting around... doing nothing. Maybe a book would help. I'm that bored aren't I? Now that I think of it, I havent picked up a book in ages! I walk towards my book shelf, but something else catches my eye. A folded up piece of parchment. A don't know why, but it looks vaguely familiar. I pick it up and carefully unwrap it from its foldings to reveal some kind of list. I peer more closely at it and realize what it is.
It's the list that Remus and Sirius made me write up after breaking up with Dex. I remember never even glancing at it after writing it. Ehh.. maybe I'll just take a peak, I mean, now that Dex and I aren't even anything, it wouldnt hurt to look right? I see two names - James Potter and Dexter Potter. Why they made me put James there is still a complete mystery to me. I also remember Remus giving me odd looks while Sirius kept mocking me with laughter. I wonder why... maybe I should read this.
Let's see... positive aspects of Dexter Potter: tall, good looking, healer, perfect
Wow... is that all I put? Perfect shouldn't even be there! It's not really a reason is it?
Negative aspects of Dexter Potter: short attention span, too needy, selfish at times, constantly working, always treats me like a little kid
Well, the last one's the truest. Now that I think of it... he really is all of that. I remember that I wasn't even thinking while I was writing this. Wow... I must self consciencely hate him sometimes.
Okay... positive aspects of James Potter: good looking, well built, smart, always has time for fun, always willing to listen, always there
Hahaha... always there. Well, he is always there isn't he?
Negative aspects of James Potter: air-headed at times, over-confident
....And that's all I put for negatives of James? Hmmm.... this deserves some thinking.
I wonder why I never liked James. I mean, the only bad thing about him was his arrogance right? Aren't all boys arrogant at that stage of life? Okay, Remus wasn't. Neither was Peter. Oh yeah... that Edwin Cho guy wasn't. Frank Longbottom wasn't... well, the point is, James isn't arrogant anymore. Okay, he can still be a prat sometimes, but he's loads better.
And besides, why am I even having such thought? James and I are friends. Just friends.
"Lily!"
A voice from downstairs calls to me. I walk out of my room, carelessly throwing down the list, and find Remus and Constance at the foot of the stairs.
"Lil - oh, there you are," Constance says, looking at me.
"What?" I ask, a little annoyed at being interrupted. Seriously; I keep getting interrupted these days.
"We're going out for dinner, and you're coming."
"I am? Who's going?"
"Well, me, Remus, Sirius, Serene, James, Peter and you."
Peter? Did she just say Peter?
"Yes, Peter is coming too," Remus says, chuckling at the face I make.
"James too right?" I ask, trying to sound light.
Constance raises an eyebrow at me. "Obviously."
With that, the pair of them walk into the kitchen, leaving me at the stairs. James is coming too! But why am I so happy? Doesn't he... always come? And besides, we're just friends.
Just friends.
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We turn out to be going to some fancy dinner place. And because of that, I must dress up. So here I am, walking to our table in some... dark bottle-green dress with matching shoes and earrings, with my hair just pinned up. Nothing too pretty; this palce doesn't deserve a good dress up. But that's only because I don't like it here. I shall keep that reason to myself, thank you very much.
Constance was yelling at Remus and I on the way here because we had held her up. We're suppossedly 'late'. Okay fine, we are late... but only by ten minutes! That's nothing!
We're walking towards our table, where I see Serene and Sirius there, waiting impatiently and bickering at each other. To their left is Peter Pettigrew, who I haven't seen since... the first Order meeting actually. He's not bad... still a bit on the short side. But he's cleaned up pretty good. To their right is James. I start to smile until...
Who's that bitch beside him?! There's some skanky girl sitting beside him! Touching his hair and squealing with high-pitched fake laughter! And he's flirting back with her! I feel my blood boiling and a gong inside of me goes off.
So much for just friends I guess.