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A/N: I hope that everyone likes how this story is going. Please review and tell me how you like it...I'm worried that people won't. Also, I wouldn't mind if I got some pointers. Enjoy:)

Summery: A/U What if Lilly Evans wasn't Miss. Perfect? What if she had a twin? Lilly Evans and her twin, Linzey Evans, have just transferred to Hogwarts from another magical school. They're in their second year and quite the troublemakers. James Potter, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin—the Marauderers—are in their second year at Hogwarts (Peter isn't in this fic) when two beautiful transfer students arrive. They're in for a surprise when the new students threaten their position of "troublemaking kings". Then James falls in love with one of their new enemies…The fun begins.

Chapter Three: Potions, Allergies and the Aftermath

ONE WEEK LATER

Lily's P.O.V

I looked down at my schedule—I had potions first thing this morning. Fun, fun. I've never been the best at potions, but I'm not bad. Liz is the potion girl—I'm much better at charms. Well, it isn't that I hate potions. Just the fact that Professor Calagast was the Slytherin Head of House, and word had gotten out that Liz and I might have been responsible for the spots. No doubt the Mauderers were responsible for that.

I looked over at Liz. She was just finishing getting ready. That's one of the little differences about us—I'm an early bird and she'd most defiantly not. We grabbed our bags and walked down to the common room only to see the three guys we had grown to dislike. They must have just gotten back from breakfast, for Black had food down the front of his robes. I barely held in a laugh.

Unfortunately, they were looking at us—more like Black and Potter were staring at us and Lupin was reading. Potter looked as though he was about to come over when—thank Merlin—Rachel came over to talk. I let out a sneeze as she walked up, (And quite a few more as we walked to potions together.)weird. As we got into potions class my head felt like it was about to explode, and I was sneezing every minute or so. It was just as the bell rang that I remembered.

Crap! I forgot to take my potion! Liz and I have an unusual allergy. We were diagnosed when we were three. Since then we had to take a special potion every other day. You see, we are allergic to none other than werewolves—yes, werewolves. Today I was supposed to take it—but no, I had to forget!

I looked over to my left where Liz was sitting. We had this look we gave each other when something was wrong. I gave her this look and sneezed again. Rachel, who was sitting to my right looked worried. But, before I could reassure her, Professor Calagast walked in and started to call roll. Crap.

Linzey's P.O.V.

"Can anyone tell me what this potion is?" Calagast began. He was pointing to one of the two potions in front of his desk. My hand shot up. No one else's did. Just mine. I knew the answer to his stupid question. But, no, he ignored me. Figures. "Anyone? Well then, this potion that you are looking at is a—."

"Calming Drought," I blurted out. Calagast glared at me. I felt Lil smirk beside me before she sneezed again.

"You had no permission to speak, Miss. Evans," Calagast said, still glaring.

"Oh, but sir, I didn't speak!" Lily said in mock hurt before sneezing again. What was up with her?

"Not you, Miss. Evans, the other one," Calagast began glaring at both of us. I smirked while Lil just sneezed.

"Oh, I'm sorry, but I thought that you needed to know I was there since you seemed to be blind. You looked right at my hand and did not call on me. Maybe I should move to the front where you could see me better?" I hit just the spot I wanted to with my "blind" speech. Lil, being her usual self, just sat and smirked and sneezed. Out of the corner of my eye I saw each of the three Marauderers give me a surprised glance before looking back at the red-faced professor.

"OUT! AND DETENTION AT 7:00 WITH ME TONIGHT! GO NOW!" Oh, good, he looked really mad now. Serves him right.

I replied in a very calm voice, "I was wondering when you were going to say that. I'll be glad to get out of this boring class anyhow." Oh, it was so hard holding in a laugh as I gathered up my things.

"DETENTION TOMORROW AS WELL, MISS. EVANS!"

I turned to leave as Calagast bellowed again, "BOTH MISS. EVANS!" Looking back, I saw Lil sneeze and—still smirking—gather her things and join me.

Lil managed to get out, "Bye Professor!" in one of her mock-sweet voices before sneezing again. Calagast turned darker than the color of our hair as we calmly left the room leaving three very surprised Marauderers and one surprised newly found friend.

Lily's P.O.V

As we left that idiotic bum of a professor my head started clearing up. Finally. Then, just as fast as my head was clearing up it hit me. I was about to throw up—but, no, that's not what hit me. I arrived at the bathroom with Liz close on my tail just in time. And I felt much better.

"There's a werewolf at Hogwarts," I tolled Liz, trying to catch my breath from running down three corridors to the bathroom.

"WHAT?"

"Shhh! Keep your voice down! But it's pretty much the only explanation for me sneezing all class," I said, adding that I forgot my potion that morning after the confused look she gave me.

"Oh," Liz said in a whisper, "Who?"

"Beats me, but we better go back to the common room—we wouldn't want anyone to see us wondering the halls. Plus, I need to get my potion. We can solve this mystery later, Liz." But, after the detention that night the thought went to the back of our minds.

We started walking back to the fat lady's portrait, careful to avoid any teachers that might be roaming the halls. "What you did was great, Liz," I congratulated her after we got back.

"Thanks. He really deserved it. Did you see the Mauderers' faces? Oh, it was hilarious! They looked as if they half wanted to praise us!"

"Yeah, I did! But, us? You did most of the work."

"So, you helped a little. But, still, Potter was looking right at you."

I raised an eyebrow at this comment. Hmm….

We walked into Professor Calagast's room a little bit late. He was standing by the doorway, waiting, with none other than Potter and Black. Great, just great. I could tell my twin was feeling the same way, and more tension built up in the room.

Calagast broke the silence that had swept over the five of us. "Miss. Evans, er, that Miss. Evans, come here please." He was pointing at me. Wonderful! I walked over rather unwillingly. "You will be working with Mr. Potter, cleaning up the potion room," he continued, "the other Miss. Evans and Mr. Black will follow me to the trophy room.

Great. No, wonderful. No, absolutely fantastic. I was stuck in detention with Calagast and Potter. Absolutely fantastic. So, I simply gave Potter a talk-to-me-and-your-dead-stare and got to work.

Throughout the detention I did most of the work. Potter just seemed to be mostly staring at me instead of working. Wonderful thoughts filled my brain once I found this out. But I got over it, which seems unlikely, because I carried with me a small surprise for my dear potions professor—a timed dungbomb. It is set to go off 2 minutes after us detention students leave in his dear, sweet office. I'm such a bad child—oh, well.

Once Potter found this out he had to go and investigate. It looked as though he'd never seen a timed dungbomb before. "Haven't you ever seen one of these before?" I asked, gesturing to the bomb in my hand. Yes, I was speaking to Potter—of all people.

"Nope. Hey, you spoke to me!"

Great. He had to say that, didn't he? Well, I had to admit he wasn't that bad. I half wanted to reply with something nice, but instead I settled with, "Yeah, well, don't get used to it." Potter looked hurt, so out of the goodness of my heart I said something somewhat nice. "For now, anyways."

Oh, you should have seen the way he was cleaning after I said something nice to him. Maybe he was suffering from one of those muggle "Love at First Site" stories. Who knows? Secretly I was liking the attention he gave me—maybe a little too much for my liking. I would never think of the day that I would be glad to see Calagast, but at that moment I was. He would solve the problem of my thoughts rambling on about that prat, Potter.

"You can go now. Remember your detention tomorrow as well, Miss. Evans."

Potter and I left without another word. Except that he was looking hopefully for a sign that I would talk to him. Fat chance. But, I couldn't help hearing a voice inside my head that said, for now, anyways. I wondered how Calagast would cope with the dungbomb in his office.