Editing. I know this is taking a while, but I think it's worth it. Ho hum.
Disclaimer: Hmm, lalalala. You already know what I'm going to say don't you? But, I will say it again! If you think Harry Potter belongs to me and not the great JK Rowling, you may want to take a visit to a psychologist. (Not to offend anyone who goes to a psychologist, or whatever.)
A/N: I am actually starting this chapter sooner than I thought, before camp. I will probably not finish it and post it before camp but hey, ho what can you do. Sorry if it seems like forever to get this chapter out, it will get posted, eventually.
Oh, yes and I would like to apologize for a mistake that hye em yes spotted…I wrote in chapter one that Amanda was a seeker, then in chapter three I implied that she was a chaser! I forgot to re-read chapters one and two before I wrote the third, sorry! Too impatient, that's me. Anyway, to set the record straight and all, she's a seeker, okay? O-kay! On with the ficcy…
Love is a Funny Thing, Chapter 4
Time seemed to go very, very quickly in Binn's class, which was quite unusual. Usually, his classes seemed like they stretched and loomed into eternity, while Binns droned on and on about Fredrick the Frightened or other such historical figures.
Today, the boring factor remained as usual. But the reason that time seemed to pass quickly while Lily gazed dejectedly through Binn's silvery, transparent form, wasn't because the goblin rebellions were suddenly becoming more interesting. It was just that she just wanted to have the element of surprise about her kissing booth, and was worried what James'd say to her after class ended. Lily didn't risk attempting to send any more notes to Hazel. Black would probably get them first, him being on the Quidditch team and all.
When the bell that signified the end of the class sounded, Lily quickly collected her books, pushed theminto her bag, and scuttled towards the mahogany wooden door, as to avoid Potter. She was just allowing herself to breathe a small sigh of relief before rushing off to her advanced Arithmancy course when she felt a strong, rough, large hand grip her shoulder. She felt a knot clench in her stomach. That hand could only belong to one all-too-familiarQuidditch player. Tensing her body, she braced herself to turn around and face him.
The last thing that Lily expected was for Potter to be laughing his head off. However, that is what he appeared to be doing. He was stamping his feet, eyes closed in hilarity, tears of laughter running down his rather handsome face. He seemed to overcome by the hilarity of whatever he was laughing about to even speak at all, and clutched Lily's shoulder, possibly to keep his balance.
Lily blinked back at him owlishly, absolutely and completely consumedby her confusion of the situation. Her eyes traveled absently to his face, wherelarge, fat silvery tears of laughter swifty ran down his face. She simply couldn't see what was so hilarious, what he was laughing about. Had somebody hit her with a Bat Bogey hex and she didn't know?
She had expected him to be screaming at her furiously for stealing her idea. But he was laughing? This was something she'd never, in a million years expected. This was more unexpected than the time that Michelle had announced that she wanted to be a professional clown when she left Hogwarts and travel the globe with famous circuses.
Thismust be some sort of dream, thought Lily.This certainly wouldn't be occuring in real life.Hey, maybe I nodded off during Binn's classic speech about goblin rebellions. Lily pinched herself, and felt the sharp pain engulf her wrist. This was no dream. This was reality? So why was Potter laughing?
"Potter!" Lily exclaimed sharply, attempting to regain her control at last. "Let go of me! We don't have all day, here! I have a rather important Arithmancy class to attend!" She exclaimed, nowannoyed.
She attempted to break free, but James, being the exceptionally strong Chaser that he was, held on tight as not to let her go, butloose enough that he wouldn't hurt her. James seemed to be having quite a lot of trouble getting his words out.
Various onlookers in the crowded, communal hall were gazing at Lily and James with expressions of confusion. Lily could even spot one or two of James's many admirers staring at Lily with jealous expressions, looking as if they'd swallowed a lemon whole. The crowd flowed around Lily and James, like a waterfall flowing around a rock in its path.
"You—you—you---" James gasped and choked for breath.
"Thought—beat—Marauders! Hahahahaha!" James cried out, still laughing hysterically.
"What did you say?" asked Lily, clearly bemused.
"You—thought—could beat—Mau—Mau—Marauders—at kissing booth! Hahahahaahahahaahahahaa!" James managed to explain, before succumbing to another round of furious laughter.
This time Lily comprehended James's words. He was mocking them, sayingthat sheand Hazel would never be able tobeat the Marauders! Well, she'd show him! Lily's fists clenched tightly in fury. Her normally happy, smiling mouth sunk into a angry frown. Her emerald eyes sparked, and her face rapidly turned the color of a ripening tomato.
In other words, Lily Evans was mad. Very, very mad.
Without waiting for James to regain his control over what seemed to be some immense hilarity, Lily decided to just go ahead and start shouting at him, like she always did. She forgot that there were hundreds of onlookers watching curiously to the scene that unfolded before them. She forgot that there were teachers lurking about in the hall.
She forgot her normal, usual rule-loving, prim, law-abiding Lily Evans self. With Potter, well, Potter was a special case. Potter was the only one who could trigger Lily Evans's explosive temper without even shouting at her first.
"POTTER! YOU CONCEITED, ARROGANT JERK!" Lily began, her beautiful, normally sparkling green eyes widening in clear fury.
"YOU THINK THAT YOU'RE BETTER THAN EVERYBODY ELSE! AND I'M SICK OF IT! YOU'RE NOT THE ONLY POPULAR ONE AROUND THIS CASTLE!" Lily screeched, people beginning to cover their ears for fear of becoming deaf, and many hadthe good sense to rush immediately to their classes for cover.
James laughing expression was almost gone, so now he could, presumably get his words out. He looked down at the petite redhead screaming her head off at him and attempted, somewhat in vain, to calm her down.
"Hey, Lily, calm down. That's great you're doing a kissing booth! Hey, does anyone get a go? Do I get a kiss, too?" asked James inwhat he evidently thought was arather seductive matter, puckering his lips up jokingly.
"YOU—YOU—YOU—" Lily began, but she felt sharp, thin fingers tap her shoulder, rather different than the strong hand that had gripped her shoulder just minutes before.
"Detentions to Lily Evans and James Potter, for causing a disturbance in the hall." McGonagall recited primly. "You are to meet me at my office at eight pm Friday night, and it would not be wise to be tardy. And, for goodness sakes, keep your voice down, Ms. Evans! I could hear you screaming like a banshee all the way from the other side of the castle!" McGonagall added, and with that, walked off, her pointy witch's hat, identical to so many others, disappearing in the hustle and bustle of the crowded hallway.
Lily looked shamefully at the floor. She'd been yelled at by McGonagall! She hadn't ever had detention, not ever. And just over some stupid screaming match with Potter! She turned to run away, as far away, as possible, from Potter. But, try as she might, she couldn't run away from her great many troubles with him, and as Lily slipped through the few empty spaces in the congested hallway, it seemed as if the troubles wouldn't be corrected for a while. And as James earnestly ran after, while tripping over a stray student's foot and spilling ink all over his textbooks, he wondered why on earth he was so willing to go to such great lengths for this spitfire.
Yes, Lily and James were a very confused pair at the moment.
"Porcois Deloco." Lily sighed halfheartedly to the Fat Lady as the portrait hole swung open. The room was bright and bustling, full withpeople laughing, doing their homework, or simplytalking with their friends. She didn't feel like joining in the happy chatter, so she brought her heavy potions homework onto a comfortable armchair.
Why am I so upset about getting one measly detention, anyway? Lily thought to herself, while correctly writing that tanderrod was the key ingredient in a Remembrance Brew. It's not as if it's the end of the world. Lily continued on with her homework, slowly and meticulously filling in the answers, the scratching sound of the quill on parchment soothing her mind.
Then she came out to reality and realized her detention, whatever it happened to be, was to be with Potter. It IS the end of the world. Thought Lily quite grumpily, scribbling yet another answer to a question about a Sleeping Draught.
Lily blearily opened her eyes the next morning asthe bright, dazzling sunlight hit her eyelids. She quickly squeezed her eyes shut, and snuggled down, under her various warm, comfortableblankets,attempting to fit in a few more minutes' sleep. Soon after, though, she was awakened by Amanda, who wasshouting her head off.
"Lils!" Amanda shouted, jumping on the end of Lily's bed, and landing with a small thud on Lily's right foot,andLily groaned in pain. "Wake up, sleepyhead! It's snowing!"
Lily quickly shot up in bed, her eyes bright and shining with ill-disguised excitement. She loved snow, and winter was her favorite time of year.
She and Amanda quickly dressed, and made their way down to the Great Hall. The large room was filled with happy chatter and laughterof students. Lily looked up. The magical ceiling was bewitched to mirror the weather outside, and right now, large, white flakes looked to be falling in abundance.
Midway through breakfast, Mcgonagall's voice suddenly became heard all over the great hall. Students stopped to listen, various breakfast foods hanging out of her mouth. Lily had to suppress a giggle as she saw Amanda with porridge steadily dripping onto the table from her spoon.
"Students," began Mcgonagall, her voice clearly disapproving, "we would like to cancel"(she said this with a rather questioning look on her face)"classes for today, as some headmasters are inclined to believe that we should"(she checked her list with obvious disapproval)"celebrate the merriment of the magical winter season. That is all. Enjoy your day."
The chatter started up again, people celebrating, and whispering "yes!" to each other. Lily could see Sirius Black standing on the other side of the Gryffindor table, doing a celebratory dance that was rather strange. She watched as he was led down by an annoyed professor McGonagall.
"Lils," Amanda began, a slow, evil smile spreading across her delicate features, "this means only one thing. Snow wars."
A/N: I'm sorry if that was a really bad, plotless chapter. It was. I got back from being away over the summer awhile ago, and it was kind of hard to pick up where I left off in the last chapter. I have some plans for the next chapter, though, and I think it should be pretty good. Any suggestions, for whatever are welcome. PLEASE please PLEASE review! I'd appreciate it SOOOOOOOO much. Thanks!
Anyways as always, thanks to my wonderful reviewers!
Plumkin: Here's more!
i like to skip : Thanks so much! I'm writing as fast as my little fingers can type!
CrazyPhychoticFreak : Sorry about your cherry allergy! Thanks for the compliment.
lovehimnot: Thanks! Yes, the idea about the note landing on Sirius's desk was kind of last-minute, but I'm glad you liked it! I will try to update soon too.
Black Slytherin Girl : Right…let the fun begin! This will be a fun chapter!
nicky : Thanks, I'm glad you like it! Hmmm, well, about Sirius and James tormenting Lily, well, a little but I'm not going to get too carried away. And Lily and her friends will torment them right back, or at least that's the plan! I'll try to add some more Remus, but it's kind of hard because he's the neutral one, so there really isn't much to say…still, I'll try.
tHeOnEaNdOnLyStEpHy : Thanks! Oh, and it's okay!
hye em yes : I am so sorry about that! I guess I just forgot. I mean for her to be a seeker, though, sorry! Thanks for spotting my mistake. Oh, and I'm glad you think the story's good. I keep worrying that it's bad…