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Summary: So what goes on inside the brilliant mind of a certain Lily Evans? She's Head Girl…she's respectable…she's intelligent…she writes an awful lot about a certain dark haired boy…. and she's most likely going slightly insane.
A/N: I was so excited when I checked my email before work and saw reviews! You guys make me so thrilled to be writing this story! Oh, and I have some replies for a few of you.
Caiti-pie: oh if only Lily would be her smart self, but alas, she has lost all her marbles because of James.
BlueWater26: Well, Charles isn't in the books, if that's what you mean. But I didn't completely make him up either. He's based off guy I know. (His name isn't Charles though. I changed that bit about him.)
Prongsie4028: The Inanimate Object Conspiracy shall not deter me. A moth attacked me today though. THAT scared me. It was hiding in the newspaper, and then WHAM! It attacked. shudders
Dreamy-crazygirl:D I'm glad I unknowingly helped you break out of your three sentence review rut!
Queen of Duct Tape: (love the name!) Bubbles, wrapping paper and dead chickens in my closet, OH MY! (PS: Soup cans are very, very evil. They are the most common cupboard-jumpers, I find)
Radical-rebel: Hehehe, I'm glad you like the exploding cauldron. Ps- glad to BE back!
:D
Blackolives10: Oh but the Floppy Drive Faeries CAN be that mean! But they seem to be happy right now, thankfully.
And thank you to all of my other lovely reviewers. Now, I spent all of my four hours at work thinking and planning (and plotting) for this next chapter, so I hope you like it. Oh, and you're suggestions were highly entertaining. :D
The Diary of Lily Evans Chapter Eight
Dumbledore's Office – Awaiting my DOOM
I HATE JAMES POTTER.
I am sitting in a chair in Dumbledore's office and dripping green slime everywhere.
James doesn't look any better than I do.
He has his arms crossed and just glares at the floor.
Ugh, even this book is covered in green goop.
It smells rather putrid in here right now.
Oh crud, Dumbledore is here.
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Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts, entered into his office in a swirl of emerald green robes. He strode to his desk and turned around to face the miscreants in his office. He gazed steadily at them through his half-moon glasses and let out a soft sigh.
"Miss. Evans, Mr. Potter, you're back again."
Neither answer.
"Professor Slughorn informed me that there was an exploding cauldron involved. Rather amusing really. What caused it?"
Lily and James simultaneously looked up at Dumbledore, looked at each other and pointed.
Albus Dumbledore chuckled slightly.
"Ah yes, of course, each blames the other and through that we come to the most truthful answer there is," Dumbledore acknowledged, smiling slightly at the pair. There was a pause as he watched them shift uneasily in their seats.
"I have an idea."
Both Lily and James looked up.
'This could be a good thing…or it could be a horrible thing,' Lily thought as she waited for Professor Dumbledore to continue.
"Now Lily, I believe that we are to have a Halloween Dance this year, am I correct? Is that what you and Remus have been discussing at your Head meetings?"
Lily gulped. She never really had been paying attention during those meetings with Remus. She hadn't really been paying much attention to her Head duties at all.
"Yes, that's correct," she answered, feigning knowledge of the subject.
"Well, I spoke to Mr. Lupin in the hallway just before we came up here and he says that there hasn't been much done yet. So I've decided that the Halloween dance shall noe become your…project to work on together."
"Excuse me?" Lily asked, sitting rigidly in her seat and gripping the arm rests so hard that her knuckles turned white. James, who's eyes had been wandering around the room snapped back to attention.
"I mean to say, Miss. Evans, that you and James shall now plan and execute the whole dance. You will meet in my office to discuss details starting this evening after dinner."
"I have Quidditch practice, professor," James said.
"Then after practice."
"Alright."
"I'll meet you here and then shall leave you two alone to discuss plans. Understood?"
"Understood," they chorused.
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Oh isn't this just going to be a barrel full of giant squid.
How could Dumbledore do this to me?
The Stands of the Quidditch Pitch – Waiting for Potter
It's funny, watching James fly around in lazy circles as he yells instructions to his team.
It's funny how I hate him with every fibre of my being and yet at the same time, I think I love him with every fibre of my being.
I don't think I've realized how far this has all spun out of control.
I'm mad at James when actually I'm in love with him.
I'm dating Charles when I don't even like him in that way.
I'm not even speaking to Chelsea anymore.
Maybe that's why I'm glued to this thing all the time now. I have no one else to talk to.
I don't know why I can't sort things out with James. It's like the second I have to say something to him I loose all control and do something stupid.
Maybe I should start small. Maybe I should end things with ---
Omigoodness…Charles is coming this way right now.
"Hi Lily"
Ohmigoodness, ohmigoodness, ohmigood---
"Hi Charles."
"I haven't talked to you lately."
"I've been busy."
"Yeah. Listen, is everything ok with us?"
"With us?"
"Yeah, us, as a couple. You seem…distant."
I can't do it. Not right now. He's so sweet and I care about him…I can't hurt him. Not right now. And he's everything a boyfriend should be…if I stick with it…maybe things will work out. Maybe I can just forget about James---
"Lily?"
Oh crud, he's waiting for an answer. Stall, Lily, STALL!
"Yes?"
Oh yes, very well done.
"Are you going to answer?"
Urgh…I have to tell him. He'll just get hurt more if I let it go on…but---
"Yeah Charles, everything's fine. Let's do something this Hogsmade weekend, ok?"
"Sounds great. You know Lily, I don't think I've ever been as happy as I am when I'm with you."
Chicken. You BIG CHICKEN. You should have just ended it. You're making things worse.
"That's…nice, Charles."
"Well, I should go, Lily, see ya."
"Goodbye Charles."
Oh my goodness.
Quick, pass me another shovel so I can dig my own grave even FASTER.
And now I have to go drag James to Dumbledore's office as practice just ended.
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Lily Evans stuffed her diary into her pocket and headed down the steps to the field.
"Potter!" she called, running up to James. He turned around, and stared blankly at Lily.
"What?"
"Come on, we have to go to Professor Dumbledore's office now. I want to get this over with."
"Well I have to shower."
"You can shower after," she said, exasperated, and took hold of his wrist, trying to lead him to the school instead of the changing rooms. James stayed where he was.
"If you don't let go of me right now, I will drag you into the shower with me."
"You will not."
"Wanna bet, Evans?"
Lily pulled on his arm and he in turn began to pull her across the field towards the changing rooms. She let out a frustrated scream.
"You are IMPOSSIBLE!"
James just flashed her a coy smile as he turned towards the doorway that lead into the changing room.
Lily huffed and leaned against the doorway, waiting for James.
He came out a few minutes later, his hair damp and skin still moist from his steamy shower.
"Happy, Evans?"
Lily said nothing and just headed towards the school. James trailed behind. They were silent the entire way to Dumbledore's office and even when Dumbledore greeted them with a smile and offered them a sherbet lemon, neither did anything. Albus, being the intelligent fellow that he was, chuckled under his breath, bid them good plans and left the room.
Lily and James sat down at the desk together. Lily brought out pens and paper and laid them out neatly.
And half an hour later, the pens still sat exactly where she had first placed them.
Lily and James had not moved a muscle.
They had not uttered a single word but simply glared daggers at each other the entire time.
But suddenly Lily couldn't hold it in any longer.
"Why are you being such a pain in the neck?"
"Why are you?"
Lily was outraged.
"I am not! You're the one who isn't saying anything."
"You weren't either."
"Merlin, you're annoying."
"Me? I'm annoying? You weren't even going to let me shower."
"What's it matter, you smell anyways."
"That's just low, Lily."
"Yeah, well I don't care."
"Nice come back."
"Shut up."
"You shut up."
"That's it, I'm leaving," Lily said, standing up and turning to the door but when she turned the knob, it didn't budge.
"Oh no."
"What? What is it?" James asked.
"We've been locked in."
"What!" James exclaimed, running to the door and trying desperately to open it.
"It's no use, James, we're stuck."
James was still tugging on the door.
"James?"
"What, Lily?"
"Stop trying to open the door."
"You can give up hope, Lily, but that doesn't mean I'm going to."
There was a pause. James was now trying to throw himself against the door in an attempt to open it.
"James?"
"What now, Lily?"
"I have an idea."
"That's what Dumbledore said. And that got us stuck in this room."
"We have to call a truce."
"What?"
"Just think about it James. If Dumbledore locked us in here, he would have done it in a tricky way. He paired us to plan this dance so that we'd stop fighting. If we call a truce, it should open the door."
"It's so bizarre it's something Dumbledore would do."
"Exactly."
"It's worth a shot."
"But you have to mean it, James."
"Yeah, I know."
"So, truce?"
"Truce."
And as Lily reached for the doorknob, so did James. They both took a deep breath and turned the knob.
And it clicked open.
Lily, looked at James.
"Told you it would work."
"Never doubted you."
"Good."
"Good."
And with that, they paused, and looked at each other for a moment.
James coughed.
"I should go."
"Me too."
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A/N: Wow, this chapter was a lot harder to write than I thought it would be. I had so many directions I could go. But, I decided to go with this one. I hope this story is making sense. It gives me a headache to even think about it really. There's a lot of idea's floating around in my head. Please, review and tell me your thoughts and ideas. Oh and Claire Bell: sleep? Who needs sleep? It's 2:30 am and look at me…wide…awake…….
(PS: All hail the Floppy Drive Faeries!)