"Oi, Evans!" Lily sighed when she heard James Potter's voice calling her. She turned around.
"What is it Potter?" She asked, yawning. She was still exhausted from the night before, but as always, ready to hex him if the need occurred.
They were outside, and a stiff wind was blowing, so James had to fight it to reach her. As he came to stand in front of her, a particularly strong gust blew in, lifting the sleeves of James's robe up. Lily caught sight of a bandaged right forearm before James grabbed the sleeve to hold it down, looking rather white. He was glancing around anxiously to see who had noticed, so he didn't see Lily's reaction at first. Satisfied no one had seen, he turned back to her. The calculating look on her face caused him to take a step backwards.
"Damn it!"
"Why haven't you had that fixed?" She asked him curiously, though she was quite sure she knew the answer.
"Well, uh, you see," he began, flushing.
"That's what I thought," she said, mystified. "Er, can we step inside?" Her tone of voice made it a non-question. She grabbed his good arm and dragged him inside, into an empty classroom. "Something you'd care to explain?" She said.
"Well, not really, but you're not going to give me a choice, are you?"
"Right, if I have to, I'll jinx it out of you. So, I'm going to take a wild guess. Actually, I've had a theory for some time now on Remus's disappearances, but I didn't actually think I was right. So, let's see. You were the stag, of course. Sirius must have been the dog, and Remus has to be the werewolf. I suppose that means the rat I saw was Peter?"
He nodded, going pale. "Look, I would prefer no one else knew about this," he told her.
"Do you think I'm stupid?" she asked him. "I know I seem like all I know has come from books, Potter, but that isn't all of who I am!"
To her surprise, he nodded. "I know, I mean, you have to have practice to be as good at curses as you are!"
She gave an exasperated sigh and started to leave, stopping at the door to turn James green.
Lily spent the rest of the day sending nervous looks towards Remus, James, and Sirius. Later that night, the marauders gathered around the common room after everyone else had gone to sleep.
"Hey Prongs, what's up with Lily?" said Sirius. "She seemed a little, I dunno, twitchy all afternoon."
James was irritable from being turned not just green, but Slytherin green. "Oh, nothing, just a little something having to do with Moony trying to kill her last night."
Remus flushed. "If I had any control over this--" he bellowed.
"Hush," said Sirius. "We know Moony, it's all right. Prongs is just a little sore over Evans, isn't he?" He asked James.
James glared at his best friend. "She turned me green! Not normal green, Slytherin green! No Gryffindor should ever, EVER be turned Slytherin green! It just isn't right!"
Sirius tried in vain to keep a straight face. "As I recall, yesterday, you turned her not only frizzy, but Hufflepuff yellow."
"Yes, but not Slytherin GREEN! Besides, I did that in retaliation. She did a full body bind on me while the girls put makeup on my poor face!"
Sirius snorted. That had been something to remember. "But she did that because you did something to her! You two have been going back and forth with this since the first freaking DAY at Hogwarts! As I recall, at the feast, you hexed the poor muggleborn who knew nothing about magic so her pigtails turned black. That couldn't have been pleasant on her end!"
James rolled his eyes. "That was ages ago Padfoot, honestly, you'd think she'd be over it by now."
Sirius rolled his eyes in return.
The talk steered away from James's grievance with Lily to Quidditch, and a million other things mischievous sixteen year old wizards talk about in the middle of the night, so I'm not going to bore you…
In the mean time, Lily was talking with her friends. She was sitting on her bed with her closest friends. Missy was Lily's best friend, and at 5'2", Lily always joked that she only kept Missy around because Missy made even Lily's 5'4" seem tall. Her shoulder length brown hair was straight until her earlobes, where it fell into perfect, glossy curls, and was accented by red highlights that brought out eyes that were light or dark brown, depending on her mood. Joan was about 5'9", with straight bronze hair that fell to her shoulder blades and aqua eyes. Those eyes had caught quite a few boyfriends for her, though some said they were nothing compared to Lily Evans's green ones.
The girls talked about how amazing all the boys were, except Peter Pettigrew. The girls generally dismissed him from their thoughts unless they were pondering why the popular, sexy Marauders kept him around. They seldom pondered this though, as their thoughts would get too caught up in those popular, sexy Marauders.
"Ugh, I can't stand how arrogant Potter is," said Lily in an exasperated tone. "Always going around, hexing people, playing with that stupid snitch. Did I tell you I turned him Slytherin green today?"
Missy laughed. "No! Slytherin Green!" Joan was rolling around with laughter.
"Yes! God, you should have seen his face. He was so amazingly horrified that he was sporting Slytherin colors! I thought he was going to be sick! Anyway, Missy, are you and Mike doing anything this weekend?" Mike was Missy's seventeen-year-old Ravenclaw boyfriend.
She grimaced. "Him? I dumped him last night." Lily rolled her eyes. Missy went through boyfriends faster than the Marauders went through detentions. "Now, Sirius Black, he's something!"
"Nothing compared to Remus Lupin," Joan sighed.
Lily rolled her eyes and beat her friends off her bed with a pillow, so she could get some rest. Of course, a pillow fight followed, and the boys in the common room, hearing the commotion, visualized what was happening with dreamy expressions on their faces.
A/N: Uh, yeah. Pillow fights and Slytherin green Gryffindors, and…stuff. Sorry, preoccupied thinking about next chapter, where Lily-- Ha ha, you lose! I'm not one for spoilers… Read on please…. R&R or I'll send my evil purple elephant after you!