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Chapter 2: Of Plans and Parchment

"What do you mean, you don't think it's a good idea?"

"I think it's a good idea."

"Shut up Wormtail."

"They're not idiots Padfoot, don't you think they'll work it out?"

"They won't know nor care."

"Of course he'll know it, who else could it be?"

"You flatter me."

"That wasn't a compliment, you git."

"I still think you're sore about not being appointed Head Boy."

"Shut up Wormtail. And of course I'm not!"

"Well, I'm sure Prongs wouldn't mind lending you the title for…Prongs?"

"What's wrong with Prongs?"

"Yeah, you all right there mate?"

"What are you writing? Oh dear lord, could it be notes?"

"What are you taking notes for? Have you finally cracked?"

"I think this Head Boy business has gotten to his head."

"Stop patronizing him, I think it's great that he's taking responsibility for once."

"Moony, you Nancy Boy, can't you see he's delirious?"

"Really? No I just think he's –"

"Shut up, Wormtail."

"You just can't accept the fact that he's not being immature like you, Padfoot."

"Stop it you guys, I wasn't taking notes."

"Thank Merlin."

"So what was the plan, Padfoot?"

"Yes, what was the plan Padfoot?"

"Wormtail, I'm going to hex you."

"Oh crud, my Drought of Living Death looks more like Pus of Dead…Death."

Useless morons.

"Will you idiots stop talking?" I hissed at them from behind my cauldron.

"Ooh, is the Head Girl Evans going to throw us all in detention?"

This is why I hate idiots.

"Black, I'm warning you –"

"Wanted to get in on the action, Evans?"

"Potter, you're Head Boy!"

"Yes, I know Evans."

"What are you lot plotting?"

"How to get a date with you."

"What?"

"No need to sound so pleased Evans."

"I'm going to rip your heart out."

"No need, it's already yours."

Insufferable prat! Alright, I couldn't think of a comeback for that one so I turned around and fumed while I finished up my Drought of Living Death. I pictured flinging my cutting knife right into Potter's forehead. He kept going.

"So what was the plan Padfoot?"

"What? Oh, the plan, I er…"

"It won't work."

"Moony, stop being so negative. And a Nancy Boy."

"Quit calling me a Nancy Boy!"

"Well, help me out then!"

"Fine but what do we say?"

"What won't work and what will we or will we not say?"

"Yeah, what wont work and –"

"Wormtail, if you don't go attend to your Pus of Death, I'm going to dump it on you"

"…Well?"

"Well what?"

"Well what plan are you two talking about? Are you hiding something from me?"

"Prongs, we were just discussing some stuff about the next Hogsmeade trip"

"Were you?"

"Wormtail!"

"Sorry!"

"So what about the Hogsmeade Trip?"

"Well we were thinking…"

Professor Slughorn finally noticed the banter going on back here. Honest to goodness, he must be deaf, that one.

"Black, Lupin, Potter! Det-"

Pettigrew's cauldron chose that very moment to spontaneously implode, making an ear-splintting noise and scorching a hole through his cauldron bottom. It left a nasty trail of yellow pus on the table.

"- and Pettigrew! DETENTION!"

After that little…episode in Potions, I had some peace and quiet during lunch. I decided to finish up my extra credit Transfiguration assignment, since Alice was gone with Frank and I didn't want to meet Potter and his friends just yet. I wanted to save the honor for Transfiguration this afternoon. Yeah, right, headache is more like it. But right now, I can finally learn in peace and quiet.

"Hey Evans!"

Drat.

Clearly I need a better hiding place. I threw a scathing look over my shoulder. Black and Lupin. Joy.

"Hey, glad to see you too there, Evans!" Black whacked my shoulder good-naturedly, making me dab a huge ink spot right in the middle of my assignment. Why do Ieven bother?

"What a pleasure. Did you bring Potter and Pus Boy along with you?"

"Nah, James is out on the Quidditch field and "Pus Boy" is cleaning up his…pus"

"How lovely," I said, positively feeling like throwing up. "So to what do I owe this honor?"

"Nothing much, we just stopped by to see our favorite Head Girl."

Nothing much, my ass.

"Is that transfiguration you're doing? The extra credit assignment?"

"No no, you got the dates mixed up, the law about Animagi registrations were passed out in the 1400s, not the 1600s. That was when they were revised."

"And the accent is actually on the second syllable of the spell Evans, not the first."

"And you should mention that the spell doesn't work if the swishing is done counterclockw –"

"What are you two twits doing?" I yelled.

"Geez, Evans, we're only trying to help."

"I don't need your help, thank you very much" I retorted. Where do they think they get off telling me my assignment is owl feces?

"I think I know who's help she would need, Moony."

"I think so too, Padfoot."

"Let us depart then, shall we?"

And they left. The two brainless sods, they must be missing more than just a few screws in their heads.

Transfiguration was oddly quiet, and I became suspicious. Undoubtedly, Potter and his friends didn't have the capability to keep quiet for more than five minutes unless something extremely tragic and dramatic happened to them. Or unless they had a plan up their sleeves, which I knew they had because I overheard them in Potions this morning. There was some muttering here and there but nothing noticeable. When nothing changed after half an hour, I began to worry. If they could shut up for this long, the target of their latest prank would probably end up in pieces. Many, many pieces. I hoped to God it was not me.

Just as I was trying to hear some of their muttering, a note fell into my textbook. McGonagall didn't notice. I turned around to look at the three boys and Potter (who was sitting next to me), expecting at least some kind of warning. But they each appeared to be reading their books and scribbling down notes. Bugger them.

I stared at the piece of parchment for a while, not daring to touch it. To tell you the truth, I half-expected it to incinerate right there, on my textbook. Then, I bravely stuck my wand out and prodded it. Nothing. I heard Black whispering behind me.

"What is she doing?"

I decided I would not let them have the satisfaction of knowing that I, Lily Evans, was scared of a note from James Potter. I braced myself for whatever horror was in store for me, and took the piece of parchment. Nothing happened, and I was glad of it too, because, of course, what good would clenching my teeth do if I happened to be turned into a giant purple patterned platypus?

I opened it up.

Lily,

I noticed you're not doing so great with animagi. Need some help?

This was unbelievable! Am I not allowed to fail transfiguration in peace? But I decided to let him off easier, because he did address me as "Lily" and not "Evans".

NO YOU SOD, AND TELL YOUR LITTLE FRIENDS TO STAY AWAY FROM ME TOO. I'M DOING PERFECTLY FINE IN TRANSFIGURATION.

That ought to do it.

But, as luck would have it, I had barely tossed my note back to James when McGonagall's sharp pointed nose was jabbed in my face. Crud.

"What have we here? Head Boy and Head Girl passing notes? How do you expect to be a good example to the first years when you have absolutely no regard for the rules yourselves? A week's detention to both of you," She stopped to glare at us and then read the note. Oh no. "And Miss Evans, I think you should take Potter up on that one. I think it'll be good for you."

She did not just say that. Why does everyone want to watch me humiliate myself in transfiguration? I might as well just transfigurate myself into a neon sign that flashes "L-O-S-E-R!" and get it over with. It was probably bound to happen at some point anyway.

Author's Note:

I love each and every person who reviewed! Thank you to LilJester, Webling-girl05, Ruby, Peligro, XxStephXx, and -ShIvErInG sMiLe-!-hands out cupcakes- But I've been noticing people that have put me on alert and favorites did not comment! Come on, show me some love, and I'll show you some cupcakes!

I just wanted to say that this chapter has been immensely fun to write. It's so obvious what's coming, right? But don't ruin it for those who haven't figured it out ;D. Next chapter will be about the detention...Lily and James stuck in an empty room for three hours - should be loads of fun! I need to work on wittier dialogue though.

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Love, Cassie