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Chapter Three

Playing hard to get

"Thwack!" James was rudely awakened by the sound of whacking noises. Sitting up, bleary eyed, he rubbed his eyes. Hmm…. something still wasn't right. Oh yes his glasses, he could be a real idiot sometimes. Putting his hand to the bedside table, he felt around until he found the definite shape of his glasses. Putting them on, everything came into focus: a thick dusting of snow had covered much of the dormitory that he shared with Peter, Remus and ….Sirius. Oh dear. Looking more closely, James realized that it wasn't snow it was feathers. James looked around and saw at the end of the dormitory, Sirius, Remus and Peter were having a punishing pillow fight, well actually it was more like a pillow war.

Getting up, James crept over to where the fight was going on, which was pretty easy considering they were being so bloody loud, holding his own pillow over his head.

"WHACK!" went the pillow as James smacked Sirius over the head. Sirius spun aroud, clearly not expecting to be attacked from behind.

"Hey that's not fai-oh good morning sleeping beauty, (at that James hit Sirius over the head again) we weren't expecting you to be up for a while," said Sirius.

James whacked Sirius over the head again, just for good measure, and the war continued.

By the time the four boys went down to breakfast that morning, they were covered with feathers though in high spirits.

"Hey, hey Lily!" called James, feeling a surge of confidence seeing the red hair beauty, "Hey, Lily can I talk to you for just a se-?"but the last part of the word died away as Lily just kept walking as if no one had said anything to her.

"Sorry, mate," said Sirius, patting James on the back.

"Whatcha sorry for?" James said, grinning, "She's just playing hard to get," he had a strange, mysterious glint in his eyes, as if he knew something no one else did.

"Whatever, Little Jamesy,"

Sirius got a well deserved smack on the head for that one, only this time it was with James' hand, not a pillow.

"That's gonna leave a bruise on my perfect head," Sirius complained, rubbing the spot where James had hit him.

"Oh, you poor baby," said Remus, pouting his lips and pretending to look sorry for Sirius.

"Oh, shut up," Sirius replied, hitting Remus in the head but missing because he ducked just in time and hit the wall instead.

"Ow ow ow ," Sirius whimpered.

"C'mon, you lot, we'll be late for breakfast," said a slightly exasperated James.

They got to the Great Hall just in time to get the last of the porridge. Right as they were sitting down by a slightly annoyed Lily (James' choice, surprise, surprise) a whole flock of owls came flying into the Hall, carrying packages, letters and parcels. James was surprised when a grey and brown barn owl landed in front of him, dropping a letter into his porridge. James lifted the letter out of his breakfast using two fingers.

"Are you still going to eat that?" asked Lily, talking to James for that first time since they'd gotten there, pointing to James' porridge.

"Uh, no, I don't think so. But that's ok, it wasn't very good anyway," James said, almost marveling aloud at how easy that had been, talking to Lily.

"Open it! Open it!" Sirius said.

James looked down at the slightly moist envelope that he was holding, not even remembering it until now.

James ripped open the envelope and found a letter, it smelled like porridge, strangely enough. It was from his parents. It said:

Dear James,

We hope you're liking Hogwarts just fine. This is just a letter to see how you're holding up. Have you made any frien-oh whops sorry, dropped my quill. Oh where did it go? Oh gosh, its here somewhere. Ah there it is. Sorry what was I saying? Oh yes have you made any friends? Good luck on all the classes. Don't get into too much trouble.

Love, Mum and Dad

"Okay," said James, "That was…interesting,"

"Your parents must really love you," said Peter, getting a dreamy look in his eyes.

"Um I guess so Peter," James said, not quite sure if that was a good answer, "Well, we should get going, don't want to be late for class on the first day." Everyone stood up and started to leave, James feeling confident because he could feel Lily's eyes on him. His confidence fell when he remembered that he was covered in feathers and resembled some sort of duck.

"First we have History of Magic," said Remus, studying his schedule.

"Sounds boring enough," said Sirius, not really seeming to care.

The four boys entered the classroom to find a dull looking teacher handing out books to the students. They took the last open seats and opened their books to page one.

"Nice of you to join us boys. Now today we will be learning about…."

And that was all that James heard. He started doodling on a spare piece of parchment and wrote notes to Sirius. Remus looked to be about the only one who was paying attention.

"Have you noticed that Lily is looking posoitivly radient today?" James wrote to Sirius, wincing at the spelling, it wasn't his best subject.

Sirius looked at the note that replied, "Sur, whatevere. You realy need to learn how to spell." Sirius handed the note back to James, smiling as though he was pitying James on his spelling.

"Ya, well your ugly" wrote James, smirking.

When receiving this note, Sirius looked hurt that James was denying his perfectness, crumpled up the note and threw it a James. James, having good reflexes, ducked and hit Lily square on the forehead. Lily merely glared at James and opened up the note. James didn't seem to care until he remembered what the note said: your ugly. Oh no. It was too late, Lily had already read the note. She couldn't believe it. James glanced over to see how she looked, and much to his surprise, she looked perfectly calm. Phew.

"Rrriiiiinnggggggggg!" went the bell and everyone got up to leave the classroom. James walked over to Lily to tell her he was sorry, when all of a sudden, a bottle of black sticky stuff was poured over his head. Lily stormed off, leaving James to stand there, sputtering and confused.

"Wait, Evans. No Evans don't go. I'm sorry!" James called after the girl who had already whipped out of sight.

"Tough luck," said Sirius, trying not to smile.

"It's ok. She's even prettier when she's mad," James said, a dreamy look coming onto his eyes.

"I say you're mad," said Remus, smiling at the way James looked with ink all down his front.

"We have to go, our next class is double potions with the Sytherins," squeaked Peter.

"What? You mean I have to go through the entire first day of school like this?" asked James, looking down at the unbecoming black blotch on his front.

"'Fraid so," said Sirius, giving James a sympathetic pat on the back.

"Grand just grand," mumbled James.

The rest of the day went like this. Finally, when the day was over, the group all headed up to the Gryffindor common room.

"That was the second to worst day of my life," groaned James, plopping himself down into a slightly over stuffed, but still comfortable, armchair.

"What was the worst day?" Remus asked, laughing.

"The worst day was the day I met Sirius," James replied, laughing.

"Hey, that's not fair," Sirius complained, crossing his arms over his chest and turning away from them, pretending to be hurt.

"Aw, c'mon, Siri. I didn't mean it in a bad way," said James. At that Remus gave him a skeptical look.

"C'mon, everyone. Lets go to bed, we have school tomorrow," said Peter, getting up from his armchair.

"Uhg, don't remind me," said James and everyone laughed. They all started to ascend to their dormitory.

"Goodnight, everyone," said Peter, once they were all in their beds.

"Peter?" Sirius asked.

"Yeah?"

"Shut up," said Sirius

"Ok, Sirius,"

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