Chapter 2: Notes

A/N: Soooo...here's Chapter Two of our supposed one-shot. It's yet another short roleplay between my sister (pename: Alda Rethe) and I. We're probably gonna have only one more chapter following this one...

Again, I play Lily Evans and Alda is James Potter. Jamesy boy's part is in bold, while Lily's is normal. They are passing notes to each other in the Hogwarts library, fyi.

Is it Twain? Or Twains?

Mark Twain?

Or Mark Twains?

I think it is Twains.

Please enlighten me.

(You BETTER not ignore me, Lily. Um. Please?)

James

Oh. It's you.

It's Twain. No 's'.

And I've already read and reread the complete Muggle Studies chapter. Apparently you haven't. As of now I am ignoring you.

Don't pass me any more notes. And don't call me Lily. I'm in far too rotten a mood to be nice to you. Plus, it's empowering.

Evans

So is it Twain?

Whatever MISS Evans. You spelt impowering wrong, MISS Evans.

Well, maybe you didn't, but I bet MISS Evans didn't win the MISS USA pageant.

MISTER Potter

Yes, it is Twain, you git.

Question: Why would I be in a muggle beauty pageant, hm?

Evans

Thank you, non-git.

Answer: Because your pretty.

Second answer: I think a better question would be: 'Why would you be in an American muggle beauty pageant? 'Cause I don't have an answer to that.

Potter (oh, we're on last name relationships, huh? Nice.)

Whatever.

Stop your nit picking.

It's annoying and not at all becoming.

Evans (Indeed, it seems we are.)

At least I don't have lice.

Unlike SOMEONE I could mention.

Um. Not you, Evans.

Potter (Well, FINE.)

It's a metaphor. It wasn't meant as a direct accusation.

Who has lice?

Evans (Gossip isn't nice, either.)

Uhhh... nobody you know. Or would like to know on a personal level, anyway.

That rules out loads of people already, huh?

Potter (I know, gossip is absolutely dreadful but I speak true fact, dear.)

Oh.

You know, that was real smooth, Potter. Suggest some false thing of interest just to keep me here, wasting my time.

So nice of you. Really.

Evans (HERE)

Hey. I am not a liar. I speak only truths, lady! Honest to Goddy.

Glad you enjoyed it though.

Potter (HEY. Where'd your little response go? I WANT a little response here! It's supposed to be right HERE. Where'd it go?)

Jeez, meticulous much?

Evans (You, Potter, are a control freak. Happy?)

Meticulous. Meticulous? METICULOUS!

God. What does that even mean?

Potter (So what if I'm a control freakazoid. Letters make me happy. I'm happy right now.)

Meticulous: fussy, detailed.

And that is only the simple definition, purely for your benefit.

Evans (Must I do this? I don't care if it makes you happy. It makes me irritated.)

Sure. Meticulous means fussy and detailed.

I bet you're lying. Just like you lie when you say, "No, Potter I do not wanna go out with you and never will." Just like how you lie when you say, "GOD, Potter! I HATE you!"

Tut. Hate is such a strong word, Evans.

In other words, meticulous must mean something else.

Potter (Aw, you're so nice. You never had to do this to begin with yet you obliged. So sweet.)

…….

Evans

Oh. That's a lovely response. Seriously. I'll treasure it forever.

Potter

Is that sarcasm I detect?

Evans

Um.

No.

Pfft. Me? James Potter? And sarcasm?

Hah!

Potter (hi, evans)

Indeed.

Well, if you don't believe me about the definition of 'meticulous,' just look it up. It's in almost every dictionary. You'd have known that if you'd even bothered to pick up a dictionary just once in your life.

Evans (Old habits die hard?)

Well. I'm not really a dictionary-type of guy. That's more so Lupin. But if you're looking for a Quidditch expert, I'm your man.

Potter (Yup. Thanks for understanding.)

Well. Good for you and Lupin.

You don't have to be a dictionary-type of guy to look up a single measly word. And Quidditch is all good and well in the real world, but it has no place in school life. It merely serves to turn houses against one another, creating conflict that isn't needed.

Evans (You're lucky I'm more understanding than YOU are.)

... I still like Quidditch. It's fun.

Not to say that your argument wasn't convincing. I'm sure Peter'd be convinced.

Potter (What's that supposed to mean?)

That is such an insult.

It clearly indicates that my argument was weak enough to sway Pettigrew. Fickle Pettigrew who'd believe anything a fortune cookie said.

Evans (It means what is means. Apparently, though, it doesn't mean what you think it means.)

It's not an insult, Evans. Peter adores you. Not as much as I do though.

He respects your opinions and therefore agrees with them.

Hey, that muggle fortune cookie was right. His mother did break her back when he stepped on that sidewalk crack.

Potter (It means you hate me, don't it?)

As you like it.

Evans (Not necessarily. It means, you are fortunate that I am more understanding than you are. It means I forgive others easier than you do. It means that I exercise some self control and do not spout hexes and jinxes at everyone as I walk down a corridor!)

As I like it? Fine. I do, then. I like it very much.

Potter (We've been over this, Evans. I only get Slytherins who can't mind their own bloody business. They usually have it comin' when I jinx 'em. So... I've still got a chance, eh?)

No, you do not.

Evans

A/N: Erm. I don't mean to beg, but the review outcome was so poor for our first chapter! We had only onereview. (Thank you so much for that Mrs.Pookie!)

Still. The people in the Mediator category seem so much nicer... So prove me wrong and kindlyreview!