A/N: I'm SO SORRY! I haven't updated in, like, a week. It's just been really hectic, and I'm no longer living out of my duffel bag and sleeping on the couch from hell. Anyhoo, I decided that I'm finally going to answer all 3 (gasp) reviewers!!
Chrislovercharmed: I've read a few of Madeleine L' Engle's books, but that's not where I got the name. Branwen is a v. common Welsh name, and I happen to be near-obsessed with Wales. You should try The Dark is Rising series by Susan Cooper if you like Celtic books.
DayDreamer214: Thank you!! I'm going as fast as I can!
Rose123: Thanks! And I want to know: is it just me, or is being obsessed/ addicted FUN?
O.K: That's finished. On with the story:
James and Lily ran down the stone stairs, their bags bumping against them and their robes in disarray. "This -- is so -- typical" James wheezed between pants, as they thudded down staircase #4. "What?" gasped Lily as they flew down staircase #6 at breakneck speed. "The fact – that we – have potions – first period – first day – and we're – late." James haltingly replied during staircases 9 and 10. They found themselves in front of a forbiddingly large door. "One. Two. Three," he muttered, and pushed the door open. Immediately, heads turned all around the stone room. A tall, sweeping bat-like figure swept down on them. "Mr. Potter, Miss…Evans, isn't it? Have you decided to grace us with your presence? You are…4 minutes late, so I think we'll make that 40 points from Gryffindor." Protests were heard all around the room. "Each." The man said in a dangerous voice. Everyone shut up. Lily stepped forward bravely. "It was my fault, sir. We were talking, and I lost track of time."
"Oh, how romantic. Well, for talking back to me and wasting the class's time, you two lovebirds will be spending an evening apart, I'm afraid. Detention, Miss Evans!" the man crowed. James stepped forward angrily, saying, "Just because someone apologizes to you and tries to treat you like the human we all know you're not, you give her detention? I mean, we all knew you had no friends, but as soon as somebody tries to be kind to you, you push them away. You sink to new levels every day, Tennesin." A few brave souls clapped aloud after James' tirade, and all of the other students, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw alike, grinned at him. "Well, Mr. Potter, all you have achieved here is to lose 30 more points from your house, as well as earning a separate detention from Miss Evans. Now go sit down separately and begin working on your invisibility potions." The professor stopped, noticing Lily staring at him fiercely. He made the mistake of looking into her eyes, and felt an irresistible force pulling him in. Those eyes…the were piercing his skin, surely, burning holes through his heart…he wrenched his gaze away from her eyes, and the class looked, astounded, as the potions master, who was infamous for staring hapless students down to a point where they left the room crying, was defeated by a young girl. Lily calmly picked up her potions supplies and went to sit next to Rhia, as James sat next to Sirius. "I'm going to find Tennesin alone one morning, mutilate him past recognition, feed him some of his own potions, and spend the rest of the day torturing him into insanity, before I cut off his head and put it on a spike." Lily said placidly. Rhia looked slightly shocked by her friend's quiet words. Lily's hand flew to her mouth. "Did I say that out loud?" she asked sheepishly. Rhia nodded, and was hard-pressed to keep a snort of laughter inside. "Um… about this morning…" Lily trailed off. "I'm sorry," she and Rhia both said at the same time. They grinned at one another, and then quickly began their potion.
Lily's other classes went well, compared to potions. She had learned most of it in her old school, and the new concepts were not hard to master. There would be five days of reviews, one for each year. Today was first year. Her favourite, by far, was Charms. The teacher, Professor Flitwick, was a young man who seemed to be over-enthusiastic about everything he did. Lily performed well in his class, being the first one to levitate her feather, closely followed by James, Remus, and Rhia. Transfiguration was James' preferred class, and he was the first to transfigure his matchsticks into needles, and proceeded to produce some yarn and knit for the rest of the period. Unbeknownst to him, Sirius conjured an illusion of small spectacles, white frizzy hair in a bun, and a worn housecoat, and attached it to him, making it look like an elderly grandmother had taken up residence in McGonagall's classroom. The class sniggered silently for 15 minutes or so during which James crocheted a scarf and a pair of purple and orange socks. Lily relented and showed him a mirror before the bell rang, prompting James to jump up and chase Sirius around the room. Rhia conjured him a handbag, and when he caught Sirius, he proceeded to beat him over the head with it while the class roared with laughter in the background. Lily shook her head and grinned before going over to part the boys. McGonagall gave them 40 points, saying, "Hogwarts hasn't seen such a good illusion in years, Mr. Black." All in all, it was a good first day for Lily. Best of all was dinner in the Great Hall. Lucious Malfoy stood on top of the Slytherin table and said, "I am a stupid git, and even though my family's stinking rich, I still don't have ½ the brain of Sirius Black," quietly. "What?" called Sirius cheerfully from below. "Couldn't quite catch that, mate! Speak a bit louder!" Malfoy did so resignedly, and the whole room erupted into laughter, except for the Slytherins, who were looking murderous. "You're dead," Malfoy mouthed across the room to the Mauraders. Sirius and James conjured skirts and copious amounts of stage makeup for themselves, stood on top of the Gryffindor table, and curtsied, among thunderous applause. The entire scene was made funnier by the fact that Malfoy's robes had been turned bright red and had the logo 'Gryffindors rule/ Slytherins drool' on the front and back. He had gold pennants in orbit around his head. Once he said the password, of course, they dissappeared, but the legacy would remain, since as soon as they vanished, James and Sirius stood up again and held up sheaves of pictures that showed a livid Malfoy crisping his robes and hair in an attempt to rid himself of the humiliation. "Only a sickle to anyone who promises to keep this in a safe place!" Sirius called. He was quickly swamped with eager buyers.
Later in the evening, Rhia, James, Sirius, Remus, and Lily were gathered in the common room. "You know, I should feel bad," Lily said thoughtfully, "but somehow, I don't."
"That, my dear, is the feeling of a job well done," said Sirius condescendingly. They continued along this vein until-
"Oh my God!" Lily cried unexpectedly. "We have detention!" James, startled, fell out of his chair, scrambled to his feet, and followed Lily as she sprinted to the portrait hole and darted off down the hall. "Don't wait up!" he called back as he dashed after her. They were late…
A/N: Sorry again; I got writer's block on this one, so sorry if it sounds a bit forced. Please review!