Disclaimer: I only own Birdie Glass and Fredrick. You'll see what I mean soon enough.
Lily stared at the glass in front of her.
It was two weeks into her seventh year, and already she was confused. So she was sorting out her problems. By staring at a glass.
It was a nice glass, with little birds that were yellow and red and green…. There was some odd, blue liquid in it. It was half empty.
Or half full? Well, that will be a question to ponder later. Right now, she had other, more important things to ponder.
Like her Transfiguration homework.
Or the Marauders.
Or James Potter.
Or how bad she was at Astronomy.
Or why Dumbledore liked socks.
Or James Potter.
Or House Elf rights.
Or James Potter.
Sighing, Lily realized that she had said one name a bit too much in that list.
"Birdy glass," for that was what she had named the glass in front of her, "Birdy glass, what would you do if you were confused?"
The purple and red birdy stared at her for a moment, then said back: "Un-confuse yourself." Then the bird paused, checked itself, and asked, "Is un-confuse even a word?"
Lily looked at the glass for a moment. "Don't worry. It probably is. But how would I un-confuse myself?" She sighed, putting her chin on her folded arms.
The bird looked at her some more. "Simple. You un-confuse yourself by not talking to a glass and going to talk to the person that confused you." The bird said no more.
Lily stared at the half-full glass for a moment more. "Why the heck was I just talking to a glass?" Sighing, she pushed herself up from the table and went to pursue other talking objects.
Like shiny rocks.
Lily found a rock by the lake outside.
She named the rock Joseph.
Joseph was shiny.
Lily picked up Joseph and brought him to a tree stump, and set him down there. Lily took another stump opposite him.
"Joseph, have you ever been confused?"
Joseph stared at her.
"Well, I'm really confused right now."
Joseph just stared at her some more.
"You see, there's this boy that I really hate, but now I don't think I really hate him any more."
Joseph decided to stare at her again.
"And I can't stop thinking about him."
Joseph stared even more at her.
"But he probably hates me."
Joseph kept staring.
Lily paused. "So, Joseph, what should I do?"
Joseph said, "Go tell James you don't hate him any more." Then Joseph jumped off the stump and threw himself back in the lake where he liked it.
Lily stood up. "How did you know it was James," she called. But Joseph did not answer.
Disapointed, the red-head decided to consult something else.
As Lily walked back to the castle, however, she ran into someone.
Literally.
Falling to the ground, she wondered why she was falling. Why would she be falling if she had just run into someone? She would fall if she were running head on, and the other person were, as well, but why did she fall when they were both walking?
"Hello, Evans." James was standing there, looking down at her. His glasses were slightly askew. It was kind of cute. Then Lily realized that she must have run into James.
Then Lily wondered why she was calling him James instead of Potter, even if it was only in her mind.
"Hello, Potter." She got up, brushed herself off, and straightened. They both stood there, staring at each other. The voices of Birdy Glass and Joseph were echoing in her head.
"Un-confuse yourself."
"Talk to the person who confused you."
"Tell James you don't hate him any more."
"Erm..." said James. He found this slightly awkward. After his conversation with both a rock and a glass about a certain Lily Evans, he was unsure of what to say. His somewhat rational mind was wondering why he had just had a conversation with a rock and a glass, in that order, but his chaotic mind was telling him to ask Lily out. Or tell her that he loved her.
Maybe that was Padfoot.
He decided then and there to name his chaotic mind Padfoot.
He then dubbed his rational mind Moony.
And he called Lily the love of his life.
"Erm..." responded Lily, for she, also, was at a loss. Since when had talking to James been so awkward? For some reason, she felt her face heat up. Since when had she, the one and only Lily Evans, blushed in the presence of James Potter?
"Erm..." repeated James, for he did not know what to say. Why couldn't he just say that he was sorry that he was such an arrogent berk? It was easy to say in his mind, but his tounge was stuck to the bottom of his mouth. It felt like he would start drooling if it stayed stuck. And that would not be good.
Making up her mind, Lily took a deep breath.
"PotterIdon'thateyouanymoreandIwashopingyoudon'thatemetoosothatwecanbefriendsandIdon'thavetotalktoglassesandbirdsandrocks."
Lily then took another deep breath, for she had run out of air. That was a very long word.
For those who can't read it, this is what it says: "Potter, I don't hate you any more and I was hoping you don't hate me too so that we can be freinds and I don't have to talk to glasses and birds and rocks."
James, amazingly, could decipher this. He blinked once. His tounge became un-stuck. "Sure." He then paused. "Wait. Did you say that you talked to glasses, birds, and rocks?"
Lily blushed again and ducked her head. "Erm... yeah..." So, James thought she was nutters? Wonderful thing to think of your partner in Head Boy/Girl-ness.
"Did the glass happen to have a talking bird on it? Could both of them talk back?" James couldn't believe he was saying this. He also couldn't believe he had deciphered Lily's giant word. And he couldn't believe that Wormtail had become an animaigus. But that list could go on forever, and he didn't have that long.
Lily, curious now, nodded. "Did you talk to a glass and a rock as well?"
James nodded. "Are we both going nutters?"
Lily smiled. "I think we are. We're having an intelligent conversation that does not involve yelling, screaming, hexing, or arguing."
James continued. "I agree. We are also considering each other friends instead of enemies."
Lily smiled again. "Indeed, we are."
There was a breif moment, in which James let the little person in his mind do the happy dance for finally scoring one on Evans. Which reminded him...
"Can I call you Lily?"
"Don't push your luck, Potter."
Sirius met up with Remus in a very secretive manner. They were both under the invisibility cloak, sharing a private moment with each other.
Not like that, you ding-bomb. They were watching Lily and James.
Pocketing their wands, the two boys turned to each other. Remus tossed a rock in his hand, while Sirius was sitting by a glass, ornately painted. Sharing mischevious grins, Sirius pulled out a peice of parchment. After looking at the moving black dots once more, they pulled out their wands again.
"Mischeif managed."
A/N: This ficcy was inspired by Hobbits01, in which she gave me a prompt intitled, "Write a one-shot about an empty glass". So I did. And look at what chaos came out of it. Wonderful, indeed, don't you think? Read and Review, if you dare!