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A/N: Anyways, the reason I am writing this chapter sooner than usual, is that I am at home, sick! Yes, fun fun. Sorry for being kind of bitter, but you know, whatever. I'll try to get this chapter out soon(ish), although it might take me awhile to write, I will finish it! Oh, and for about 4 weeks after this chapter I won't be posting. That's because I'll be away for part of the summer! Wahoo! But never fear, I will not EVER abandon the story (well, until it's done) and I will continue it!
Love is a Funny Thing, Chapter 3
"Hazel!" Lily cried triumphantly, reading the hastily scribbled name on the crumpled piece parchment that lay in her small hands.
"Nooooooooooooooooooooo!" Hazel cried so loudly that the two rude girls that Lily and her friends so unfortunately shared the dorm with looked over at the sound.Faye Costel and Bree Norrington looked over at the group of girls, presumablyannoyed.
"Care to be a little QUIETER?" Bree suggestedin her snotty voice, shaking her perfect, pin-straight platinum blonde hair, large green eyes flashing annoyance, while Faye nodded vigorously, her own brown bangs swaying back and forth. "Some of us at trying to TALK, here, girls." Bree added in a rather superior tone.
"Hmmm, sorry." Said Hazel in a breezy matter, obviouslynottruly meaning it.
"What'rethey're having an in-depth conversation about? Nail polish?" smirked Michelle, just soft enough so Lily, Amanda and Hazel could hear, but so Faye and Bree couldn't.
"Seriously Lily...I can't do this." Hazel said, a worried look on her face.
Lily sighed. She did feel badly at her friend's unwillingness to participate, but there HAD been a deal, after all.
"You've got to, Haze, it's not fair if you don't. You'll do great!" Lily encouraged.
Hazel looked doubtful at Lily's remark, but remained silent.
A few more minutes passed in usual girlish chitchat about nothing of real importance.
Hazel, seeming to have pondered the situation she was in during the conversation, spoke up once more.
"Lih-leeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..." Hazel whined. "Do I HAVE to?"
"Haze. YOU were the one who even thought of the picking-from- the-wizard's hat or whatever! It's really your own fault, you know, that you were picked." said Amanda casually, while experimenting with her corn- on-the-cob-colored wavy blonde hair. "So, you guys, do you like it?" asked Amanda of her newly pin-straight golden hair. "Gir-uls, quiet DOWN!" she added in a quiet , smirking voice, so she sounded exactly like Bree, while pushing her own nose so she rather resembled a pig wearing a blonde wig. Breedid have a rather upturned nose.
"Here, 'Chelle, come over here, I wanna try something with YOUR hair." Amanda exclaimed with a small, evil smile taking over here pale features and claiming her rosy cheeks and blue eyes.
Michelle disinterestedly followed Amanda, and they both disappeared to Hazel's bed, which had a rather large mirror that liked to offer advice if your makeup was done right or if your hair was okay or whatever. It was a present from Hazel's beauty-obsessed mother, who wanted Hazel to always look perfect, and be a model for WitchOccasion's robe magazine. Sadly for Hazel's mom, Amanda was the one who used it most, her being more the beauty queen of the group than Hazel.
"Sorry, Hazel...but it was fair, sorry and all. Now." Lily started to adopt her brisk, no-nonsense voice, which unfortunately was her most usual one. "We have to think about the booth. OUR booth." Lily added as an afterthought, slightly squinting her eyes at the ceiling and screwing up her mouth, which incidentally her friends thought that looked like a mentally deranged owl.
"Lils, don't do that to your face." Added Hazel in a quiet oh- poor-me type voice.
"Haze, I'm not falling for the voice again," Lily said in a brisk manner. "So. How can we make our booth better than Sirius and James's booth?" she said, more to herself than Hazel.
The girls tossed random ideas back and forth like the crimson- colored quaffle that Amanda so often threw around with her close quidditch comrades. However, it was as if the metaphorical quidditch ball kept tragically slipping from their fingers. None of the half-formed ideas got to each other.
The girls went to bed tired, with way too many headaches, and a firmresolution to beat James Potter and Sirius Black senseless.
Lily, Amanda, Michelle and Hazel were at the Gryffindor table, eating breakfast, same as always. The large, heavy grey stone table creaking and groaned, the testimonies of its many years of service. Its many cracks and indents were starting to crumble.
Michelle shoved Lily aside, squinting down the rows of mountainous foods at the long table, searching for the cinnamon-oat flavored porridge that she consumed without rest every morning. She finally spotted the object of her adoration, and, knocking a few unwitting first years over in the process, turned to get it and returned to her spot between Lily and Hazel.
Finally, after a long, uneventful breakfast , in which Hazel had inadvertedly drooped her head, in sleepiness, in Michelle's beloved cinnamon-oat porridge ("My hair still smells like porridgey crap! Ewwww!" exclaimed a grumpy Hazel, hair stickingupand mussed up with porridgey goo) the girls headed through the crowded halls to McGonagall's transfiguration class.
As Lily waited outside, rubbing her eyes, she still couldn't get the kissing booth idea out of her head. As McGonagall got out her specialized large, rusty gold-colored teacher's key and rigidly opened the door, the students dazedly filtered into the small, dark room and took their seats. Lily and the girls took their usual row of seats right in the middle of the class. Lily shook her head again, and tapped her temple, as if that would wake her up. It felt just like somebody had just poured a whole cauldron of Sleeping Draught down her throat.
Lily shifted slightly in her straight-backed polished wooden chair, and her desk creaked slightly as McGonagall began her class. McGonagall was right now explaining the proper method of transfiguring a rabbit into a wastepaper basket.
McGonagall regally walked down the rows of seats, distributing on each wooden, creaky desk, a fairly small, scared-looking rabbit that hopped along the length of the desk. Lily eyed hers suspiciously. She had never been particularlygood at Transfiguration.
Lily looked over at Michelle's wastepaper basket enviously. HERS was, of course, already transfigured perfectly. Lily's closest attempt had been a wastepaper basket that still had furry feet and hopped all along the length of her desk. That couldn't be very useful for putting trash in, Lily mused, it would probably hop away and try to dodge the rubbish.
Michelle, of course, was the shining star of the Transfiguration class. Lily at least felt better at seeing that Amanda and Hazel hadn't done much better at the transfiguration attemptsthan Lily. Amanda's wastepaper basket was a small, fur-trimmed thing that wobbled and quivered about quite unsteadily. Hazel's was similar to Lily's except Hazel's occasionally flashed different colors, and had no idea why.
Lily opened her eyes, blinking in confusion from her long, restful nap in Binn's class. Binn's class was by far the most boring in all of Hogwarts, and Lily did have to admit there were some pretty boring teachers. But Binns far outstripped his colleagues in the field of boringness. Lily was, at the very least, grateful thatshe wasn't required to take notes today.
The four friends had a system about Binns class, so only one person per day had to suffer the horror of taking notes in History of Magic. They had a rotating schedule, and one person every day had to take notes for the whole group, which would later be copied and distributed to the other three.Evidently, today was Amanda's turn, because she had a sort of glassy-eyed stare and she continued to periodically jot down notes about Marvin the Merciless, whoever he was.
Lily took out a scrap piece of parchment and wrote a quick note to Hazel, who still seemed to be (miraculously) awake. Her head was leaning against her palmin theclassic thinking position.
Lily quicklyscrawled : H—Any ideas about our kissing booth? Gotta make sure it's better than THEIRS. Write back soon as possible, if you are awake. –L
She then cocked her arm and attempted to toss the scrap of crumpled-up parchment to a safe landing on Hazel's desk. Unfortunately, Lily was rather bad at aiming and throwing. There was a reason that Amanda was a chaser and Lily was—well, not.
To Lily's increased horror, the slip of parchment did not land safely on Hazel's desk, as planned. It had landed right on the desk behind Hazel's...which, incidentally, belonged to Sirius Black! Lily let out a soft moan of frustration. This was going to ruin everything! She saw Sirius's eyes widen as his eyes quickly scanned the scribbled note. He quickly passed it to James, who read it too, and looked shocked.
Lily sighed. This was the first time in her entire Hogwarts careerthat she wasn't looking forward to the end of a History of Magic Lesson...
A/N: So, how'd ya like it? Please, please, please, please, please with a cherry and whipped cream and rainbow sprinkles and hot fudge and crushed oreos on top...review! Please! If you have ANY comments at all, you know, like comments, whatever! I changed it so I can get reviews from everyone, even anonymous people. Oh, also, if you have ANY ideas, those would be helpful too! Like, about the fair, how James reacts...anything at all! Also, as I think I said before, I will not be updating for around a month because I will be away for the summer. But do not worry, after that I will update as normal! Again, please please review...hey, did I say I like long reviews? Teeeheee. Byebye!