Two – The Rant of Rita. . .
"Lily! Lily, wait a minute!"
Lily inwardly cursed as his voice carried to her through the dark castle corridors. Wouldn't that twat just take a hint?
She would have decided that the best way to avoid the situation would be to do a runner, sprint up to the Heads' dorms, lock the door, hammer a few planks across the doorframe and shove a wardrobe or two against it . . . if it weren't for the fact that she had clean forgotten where Dumbledore had said their dorms were.
Silently praying to everything holy that he wouldn't push it, she stopped wandering in what she had hoped was the right direction and folded her arms across her chest, refusing herself to speak to him.
"Look, Lily, I said I'd let you think about it and I am, so I won't say anything remotely associated with Quidditch until tomorrow, savvy?"
He saw her eyes flick towards him in surprise and a dash of gratitude. Whoa, that was unexpected. She must really not want to talk about Quidditch. However a second later she'd turned her face to the front again and set her face back to the 'you may not talk about Quidditch, but I don't want to talk to you, period' setting.
This soon changed when they arrived in the corridor leading to the Astronomy Tower, third door to the left. It was a double door, with sunken, gold rimmed panels and two gold door handles curling out from the middle. In between the two panels of each door, there was a small golden shape of a prefect's badge, and under those, two elegant golden handlebar doorknockers.
"What did Dumbledore say the password was?" asked James, knowing perfectly well that Lily didn't have a clue. She had a worried look on her face.
"I . . . don't really remember," she muttered, her eyes flashed at him. "Did you catch it?" James sighed.
"Can't say I did."
He knew he was playing with fire, but he couldn't help it. Her eyes widened in fear.
"Oh bugger," she muttered in horror, "What are we going to do now, Potter? Dumbledore will have gone to bed and I am not sleeping out here tonight! All my stuff's in there!"
"All right, calm down, Lilo," James said, grinning as he played with her name. "I was only pissing about, the password's Loopy-Loo."
The light-wooded double doors swung open once the handles had clicked downwards. Lily was gaping at James in indignation, looking like she would have given both her left limbs to curse him off the face of the planet.
She had to content herself with giving him a good smack round the torso however, and extracting an 'Ow! Bloody hell!' from the Head Boy. Furiously, she stormed into the corridor leading to a circular room, without paying much attention to her surroundings, grabbed a rectangular package from the table in the middle of the room and stormed up the staircase off to the right.
James massaged his chest, smiling in a stupid way and looked around. Crickey, this was nice. If he had thought the Gryffindor Tower was fancy, it was like a poor house compared to this.
Everything was made of the same, light-coloured, polished wood as the doors, the floor, the ceiling, the furniture . . . The walls had large, colourful tapestries, depicting scenes from wizarding history between the big, arch-shaped, stained glass windows. There was a circular coffee table in the middle of the room on a large, circular, purple rug and a sofa plus a couple of armchairs were stationed around the room, matching the rug with their purple upholstery.
Lily had disappeared through a single, wood-panelled door with 'Lily Evans' written on the panel in gold, and under that, there was another gold doorknocker, and James turned to the one opposite to see his name in gold calligraphy on the wood. There was also another door between labelled: 'Bathroom', and above that, a large, sweeping balcony from a polished wooden staircase, lined with bookshelves, between which sat a large, majestic, arch window. He picked up the remaining rectangular package lying on the coffee table and headed up to his room.
Chucking the package wrapped in brown paper onto the wooden desk, he opened his trunk that had been placed at the foot of his bed, located his pyjamas, and not bothering to brush his teeth, fell into bed, pulling the purple hangings shut around him.
Lily lay on her purple duvet in her nightdress, looking through the brown package. It contained a stack of parchment, (and James soon discovered this as well, disappointed that it was not any kind of gift,) outlining the privileges and responsibilities of the Heads.
Tired out, Lily dropped the parchments beside her bed and snuggled down under the covers, curling up like a kitten.
She missed Verity already, Verity who would probably now be nagging her to make up her mind about Potter's offer.
It wasn't that she didn't want to help Gryffindor, she'd always come to matches and cheered Gryffindor on, (she'd cheered Gryffindor on, she definitely had not cheered for 'the most gorgeous guy in Hogwarts, James Potter!' as some girls liked to refer to him as,) but she wasn't sure she was prepared to risk life and limb for the Quidditch Cup, like some players did.
Why, only last year, the whole school had witnessed Josh Fettrows, a Ravenclaw Beater being catapulted straight into the commentator's box after another player had grabbed the tail of his broom and held it back. Poor Remus Lupin, who had been commentating as usual, had been required to duck rather quickly and help Professor McGonagall pull the Beater's head out of the space where it had been wedged between the stands. Later, in the Hospital Wing, Rita Skeeter had asked Josh if he planned to go back to Beating after he'd recovered from his injury, and he'd replied that only if Madam Pomfrey managed to get his vision back to its wider span after she'd narrowed his head in order to get it out from under the stands.
Having said that, Lily had always been a little jealous of the rush and excitement Verity had always experienced before a match. She had always envied the team spirit and enthusiasm that coursed through her friend through practices and matches, and jealousy was not something Lily Evans was partial to feeling.
But no! Jealousy was no reason to say yes, and James – HugeHeadBoy – Potter was even more of a reason to say no. Helping that arrogant, self-assured wanker was the absolute last thing Lily would want to do, so that night, Lily made her mind up to tell Potter that there was no way in the fires of Hell she'd do it.
"Morning!" shouted Sirius as loudly as he could when James emerged from the Head's Dorms the next morning.
"Flaming fire-crabs, Padfoot," James said groggily, "How can you be so bloody ear-splitting this early in the morning?"
"Only for you, dear bestest, best friend of mine," Sirius said cheerfully. "I do hope you cornered our Lily this morning and nagged her to join our fashionably exclusive club."
"What club?" asked James, frowning blearily as he polished his glasses on his grey sweater.
"I meant the Quidditch team, you twerp!" Sirius grinned, "Crickey, it must be really early in the morning," he muttered hopelessly, until his eyes suddenly lit up with a realisation. "Or were you up late last night with the Head Girl?" he asked in a shamelessly suggestive manner. James went the colour of a stir-fried Quaffle as they entered the Great Hall.
"N-no," he stammered.
Sirius shook his head hopelessly. His best friend may have been the most sought-after bachelor at Hogwarts, he may have been completely unabashed when it came to practical jokes and troublemaking, he may have been bent on winning over Lily and hopelessly besotted with her, but if you mentioned anything remotely associated with sex and stuck James in the middle of a muggle motorway, his face would have caused an eighty-six car pileup from being the colour of a traffic light. "And I didn't get a chance to ask Lily," James continued as he sat down opposite Remus. "She left the room before I could catch her."
"Morning Prongs," greeted Remus, placing an English breakfast in front of his friend, "Still no progress on the sought-after Seeker front?"
"Nope," James said slowly, (as is guessable, James was not a morning person), "I thought I'd better not risk it, I got my first EAI of the year last night." (EAI stood, between the boys, for Evans Acquired Injury.)
"Really?" asked Peter, looking up from his sausages for the first time in the conversation. "Where?"
James stood up and held up his sweater, pulling his shirt out of his trousers as he did so. There, just above his navel, was a patch of red skin in the shape of a small hand.
"Holy Hippogriffs," Sirius exclaimed through his laughter, "That must have been one hard slap."
James smiled faintly and sat down, lowering his shirt before any girl could scream or take a photograph.
"I don't even want to ask what you did, Prongs," Remus said, grinning, when a laminated bit of parchment landed in front of him. James looked up to see Professor McGonagall handing him an identical document.
"Seventh year NEWT timetables," she said in her usual stern tone, "And tuck in your shirt, Potter."
"Well?" demanded Verity, as soon as Lily had sat down across from her.
"Absolutely not," Lily said calmly, pouring herself a cup of herbal tea. Verity made a 'Tsahch' noise before slapping her hand onto the table in frustration. Unfortunately, her hand hit the edge of her porridge bowl and she upended it straight into her lap.
"Look, Ver," Lily started, pulling out her wand, making Verity's breakfast jump back into her bowl and even charming the sugar-shaker to add some to the porridge, "I've said I'm not doing it, and that's final. You wouldn't be able to change my mind if you threatened to give me twenty flobberworms to keep alive, It's just not for me, OK?"
"Yeah, yeah," said Verity good-naturedly, sweetened by her sugared, tooth-rotting porridge, "I will be blaming you if we lose the Cup though, and James will hate you forever, you know."
Lily automatically prepared a retort on her tongue, some thing like 'I couldn't give Horklump's tentacle what Potter thinks,' or maybe 'Good, it would certainly be an improvement from him asking me out every hour, on the hour,' but she didn't say anything.
Verity didn't notice, because she was stuffing herself with porridge, but what she had said had triggered Lily to think very seriously.
Potter will hate you forever.
For some reason, this thought pained her a little, although she didn't think Verity really meant it. All she had meant was that James would be a little disappointed with her. Of course he wouldn't hate her, because she had done far worse things and he still made an almost daily point of asking her out, but for him to hate, her . . . well . . .
"Morning Lilo!" Lily cringed as she looked up to see the boy himself grinning at her in that stupid way that drove her up the wall. "I say, I really like that nickname! Don't you?" he asked the company in general.
"Definitely," Verity agreed. "It sounds cute and little. It fits her perfectly! Look at her! She's tiny!" The Marauders smiled as they collectively recalled the time when they had given Lily a pair of violently hot pink, seven-inch high heels for her birthday as a joke. They had made her hex James's legs to dance the cancan because they had prodded two of her buttons: her loathing of the colour pink, and her loathing of anyone who made fun of her size.
"I have an extremely fast metabolism!" Lily insisted dangerously once again.
"Then you should eat more," James said reasonably, magicking some syrup-covered waffles onto her as yet empty plate. Lily eyed the steaming creation in a tremendously suspicious manner, before eyeing James in the same manner.
"What do you want?" she asked in a strained tone. For the first time that day, she fully appreciated how early it was.
"I wanted to ask you if you'd thought about joining the team," he said, then he added, "And eat your waffles, they won't make you sprout horns, I promise."
Lily heard nothing of this promise however, because her head was in turmoil.
She had been all set to say something like: 'Not if you were holding your wand to my temple, Potter," but the words didn't come out because she'd suddenly been struck by her thoughts of last night and Verity's words.
She would like to feel the exhilaration that was so plain on Verity's and all the other players' faces during the matches, she would like to help Gryffindor win the Quidditch and even the House Cup, and . . .
Potter will hate you forever.
She just didn't understand why it would mean so much to her! It was absolutely absurd, ridiculous, unheard of!
Lily was not a girl who was accustomed to not being able to make sense of her feelings, it just didn't happen, she was always so sure of herself. A doubt concerning something she had always been so convinced of confused her, scared her even.
This was so distressing that her panicked mind resorted to something concrete, orderly, pre-decided.
"No, James, I don't want to join your Quidditch team," she said in a distinct, slightly forced voice to her waffles.
James frowned. He had expected something like: 'Not if you were holding your wand to my temple, Potter,' but this was new. Well, in any case, it didn't change the end result of her words.
"All right, Lilo," he said resignedly, "I'll accept your decision . . . for now."
With that, he hitched his books further under his arm, pushed his square, thin glasses up his nose and disappeared off to Defence Against the Dark Arts.
Lily looked down at her waffles a tad miserably, then she sensed Verity staring at her, which, indeed, she was.
"What?" she asked, sighing.
"Are you sorry for not helping Potter?" Verity asked incredulously.
"No," Lily said quickly. Verity pasted a disbelieving look on her face. "It's just that . . ." Lily continued hastily, "It's just that, you know . . . 'I'll accept your decision . . . for now,'" she mimicked, "It's like his attitude to get me to go out with him. He's going to ask every day until I say yes."
Verity seemed to accept this as an answer because she just shrugged her shoulders in a sorry motion.
"I dunno Lils, maybe, but you know James, he's one of the most determined people there is. The only thing you could do would be to just keep saying no."
"Or inflict bodily harm," Lily said unhappily, but this time, her heart wasn't in her words.
"Come on, cheer up, we've got Defence," Verity said, and the two girls picked up their books and headed off in the direction of the Marauders, not knowing that someone had been listening to their conversation like a six-year-old would listen to their parents discussing where to hide the Christmas presents.
Rita Skeeter had always hated Lily Evans. Her whole attitude towards the girl was simply:
'It is sahoooowah unfaaiirrah.'
Rita felt resentful towards Evans for a lot of reasons. For instance, her appearance didn't make sense. Everyone at Hogwarts would have said that Evans was more than exceptionally pretty, (especially James Potter she thought angrily) but the girl had red hair. Whoever heard of a pretty girl who was short and flat-chested with red ringlets, a pale face and freckles, for crying out loud? Pretty girls always had blonde, straight hair, tanned, flawless skin, and were never short or disgustingly skinny, like Evans. Granted, she had filled out a bit in the past year, but still. What's more, Rita had dyed her hair blonde, regularly attacked her frizz to plaster it flat and straight against her head, been to Spain and tanned by the dictation of an egg timer, and was by no means, under-endowed.
However, it was still clear that she didn't get nearly as much attention as Evans from the male population of Hogwarts, (especially James Potter she thought angrily.)
She didn't understand what James, (her long time crush), saw in that skinny, stuck-up cow. Fine, she was clever, and funny, and charismatic, and nice to the first years . . . but there was nothing that special about her, and she had a horrible temper!
Rita smiled as she sat down in Charms, opened her bag, and found the poisonous green coloured quill she'd been given for her birthday. This year would be interesting, she promised herself, this year she would make James notice her, and shake his adoration for Evans. She had heard all she needed at the breakfast table to set her plan in motion.
Rita grinned inside as people filed in and sat down around her, not next to her. She had never been terribly popular with members of her own house, or the Gryffindors, or the Slytherins, but she did get along well with the Hufflepuffs, who seemed to like her and shared her admiration for James Potter and other school studs.
Just in case though, she dumped her bag on the seat next to her, giving the following universal message:
'Were you thinking of sitting in the seat where my bag is? Er . . . I don't think so! Push off and sit somewhere else, loser!'
To her utter delight, the only two seats left where beside her and James Potter, and Lily Evans and that Quidditch-obsessed girl (what was her name again? Poochie?) had entered the classroom last! Rita watched them out of the corner of her eye and saw Lily converse briefly with the Pooch. They seemed to agree straight away and when Professor Flitwick pattered in and clambered up onto his pile of books, Evans came and sat down next to her! Oh, sweet, malicious, revenge-bent Joy!
Lily sat down after she and Verity had agreed that not only was Verity repulsed by the idea of sitting next to Rita Skeeter, Lily would rather chop herself up, toss herself in a salad and present herself to a Chimaera than sit next to Potter.
She had never really liked Rita, but then again, Rita had never given her a reason to dislike her, so she tried to be as nice as possible to her.
"Hiya!" she whispered cheerfully as she dug a quill and parchment out of the bottom of her bag. (Why were things you needed always at the bottom?!)
"Hi," replied Rita, regarding Lily with a cool air of indifference.
All through the theory work, Lily didn't say anything else to Rita and instead paid full attention in her best subject. Rita paid as much attention as she would have to grass growing, and instead glared subtly at the way James kept staring at Evans. That was another thing she hated about Evans. Potter was obviously head-over-heels in love with her, and she wouldn't even give him the year of the decade, let alone the time of day.
Soon the time rolled around to do some practical charms, very advanced ones.
The seventh years had been set the Ivy-draping charm, commonly used for house-adornment, Christmas decoration and strapping hostages to chairs. People like Lily, James, Sirius, Remus and some of the Ravenclaws, caught on quite quickly, but others, like Rita, Verity and Peter . . . didn't. It was one thing to conjure bubbles or metal out of your wand, they were just atoms, as Lily understood, but conjuring whole organisms? That took a lot of work.
"If you have successfully completed the charm, you can occupy yourselves helping the people around you who have yet to master it," Professor Flitwick squeaked.
Lily smiled at the sight of Remus blushing when Verity asked him to help her and turned to Rita.
"Need any help?" she asked. She would have preferred not to help the haughty Ravenclaw, but one of her Head Girl responsibilities was to help any student in need.
"No thanks," replied Rita coldly, banging her wand quite violently on the table, making Lily raise her eyebrows. Trying her last move, Lily thought it would be nice if she made conversation at least.
"I saw your little sister being sorted in Hufflepuff yesterday," she said, "Congratulations."
"Oh yeah," Rita said indifferently, it was taking all her self control not to lash out at the redhead with something scathing, "I was a bit disappointed that Nita wasn't in Ravenclaw with me, but then again, she's not too bright." Lily was forcefully reminded of Petunia and told herself sternly not to say anything nasty.
"I hear you've been offered the extremely demanded Seeker position on the Gryffindor Quidditch team," Rita said, rummaging in her bag and carefully propping up the lid with a book so the Quick-Quotes Quill had ample room to skip over the page she had assembled at the bottom of her bag.
"How did you know that?" asked Lily. As far as she knew, nobody had been told about Potter's offer apart from the Marauders, Verity and herself.
"I have my sources."
James must have told her!
Ooooh, she was going to shrink that boy, shove him inside a bottle, screw the lid on tight and throw the whole thing into the lake.
"Well, I'm not taking it," Lily said stubbornly and conversationally at the same time.
"What a shame," remarked Rita, "Oh well, you probably wouldn't be able to handle it all anyway."
"Pardon?" asked Lily, struggling to keep a hold on her manners.
"You know, the Head Girl thing and the Seeker thing, both at once, might be a bit stretching. I mean, I know James Potter can be Head Boy and Captain of Quidditch at the same time, but, you know, he's James Potter, so . . ."
Lily lost it. It was one thing to be told you could do better than James Potter by your best friend, but being told he was better than you by some dumb, wand-blonde Ravenclaw who didn't even know her? That was crossing the line, wiping your feet on it and strolling off into the sunset.
"Homework! Bring a decorative piece of sculpture to next lesson using the Ivy-draping charm! See you then!" shouted Flitwick from behind his desk.
Lily blinked at Rita for a few seconds, as people around her packed up their things for dinner. Rita was looking at her brazenly, daring her to retort, when Lily simply turned on her, stuffing everything into her bag and walked out the door.
Rita frowned and brought the sheet out of her bag on which the Quick-Quotes Quill has scribbled a few lines.
Lily Evans, denies she has been offered the glamorous and trés exclusive place of Gryffindor Seeker, but after a little careful persuasion from attractive, blonde Rita Skeeter, reporter for her new Hogwarts Newsletter, Hogwarts Hearsay, Miss Evans admits that she has, in fact, bribed Mr Potter with the promise of her frigid virginity in exchange for the position . . .
Rita scrunched up the parchment in frustration, there was no way in Azkaban the students would believe that Hippogriff dung, it was as common knowledge that Lily detested Potter as it was common knowledge that Snape washed his hair with the left over cooking oil from the kitchens. What she had really wanted was for Lily to blow up and go on about how much better at anything she was than James. Then Rita would have found a way to get her onto the team and see her make a complete fool of herself.
"Damn," she muttered, striding out of the door.
James was waiting to corner Lily when she entered the Great Hall for dinner. As he was coming out of Charms, he had realised that his day didn't feel complete. Wait a minute! He hadn't asked Lily out today! That would be it!
As with everyday, he was feeling optimistic. She had to be in a good mood because they had just had Charms, her favourite subject, and she must have been at least a little cheerful because he saw her being nice to Rita Skeeter of all people. Shuddering, James thought that being nice to Skeeter was like being nice to a wasp that was bent on stinging you; it just wasn't worth it.
"Potter!" he heard a furious voice call from down the corridor. Oh dung, what had he done now? The whole hall turned to look at him, in anticipation of the Head Girl having her first go at Potter. He caught sight of her rounding the corner, looking flushed, ruffled and in all honesty, damn sexy.
"Evening Lily, dearest," James said nervously as she neared him, trying to soften the blow.
Her eyes felt like they were frying through his skull in fury as she stormed into the view of the hall. Even the teachers were watching the scene like they were watching an episode of a muggle soap where someone important dies.
"Oh, just shut up, Potter, I'm in no mood for your ridiculous 'Lily-dearest' bollocks now. I've been looking all bloody over for you!"
"I'm sorry?" tried James, feeling about half as tall as he really was.
"Never mind that," she said, her voice switching from unadulterated anger to rigid business tone, (which was, somehow, more terrifying,) "I changed my mind."
There was a pause in which no one in the hall dared to breathe through. Was this it? Had Lily Evans finally said yes to going out with James Potter?!
For years after, (until they were sanded down and re-polished,) nail-marks could be seen all over the house tables where people had been gripping them and Amos Diggory had nearly ripped chunks out of the Hufflepuff table, with the way he was clutching it.
"You cha- What?" asked James.
"I changed my mind," Lily repeated in the same rock-hard tone, "I want you to teach me to fly, I want to learn how to play Quidditch, I want to take your offered Gryffindor Seeker position and I want to kick serious arse."
With this parting speech, Lily strode determinedly out of the hall, slamming the door behind her, ("Ouch" it said,) and left the Great Hall in such a silence that you may think it had been struck by a Bubonic Plague epidemic . . . until Sirius broke it, that is.
"I don't think any of you expected her to say that."
a/n Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed the first chapter. There I was, biting my nails to the bone, nervous as the day is long as to what you fabulous people would have to say. People seem to like Lily because she is sarcastic and funny when she's angry. What larks.
God, it's been so long since I've done this, but replying to reviewers is so fun. It makes me feel at one with the subjects of fandom, you know? I just feel like I'm interacting with people . . . yes, hoorah for the psychedelic over-optimistic vibes.
Anyway, here's come the blurb.
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Next Chappy:
Will Lily realise just how much dung she had gotten herself into? Most likely.
How will Amos Diggory handle his girlfriend being taught to fly by someone who fancies her socks off? Not well, I feel.
Will Rita Skeeter strike again? Almost definitely.
And will the author take no time at all to update even though she's got many various parties, concerts and coursework deadlines to meet? Don't hold your breath.
