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STILL JANUARY 13  STILL FOURTH YEAR

Lily glared at Jay as they stood in front of Dumbledore. Light blue eyes twinkled at her over half-moon spectacles. For some reason, this infuriated the girl.

"Uh, Professor Dumbledore," began Jay awkwardly.

"I see Lily has something she needs to discuss with me," said the old dude. "You are excused, Mr. Playa."

Jay gave Lily an apologetic look and departed.

"Well, sir, it's just… well, I'm not exactly sure how to put it, because it seems rather presumptuous. I know it's a rare talent. A really rare talent. But I don't know what else to call it. I think I can read minds."

"A distinct possibility. What am I thinking this very second?"

"That you have some other student who can also read minds, and you are going to have him teach me to control my supposed abilities. And you really want to own a phoenix."

"Very good, but you missed the fact that I would like some chocolate pudding."

Lily rolled her eyes. "How dare I?" she muttered. The old man chuckled.

"I'll have him come up here right now, actually."

"Goodie."

A few minutes later, the door opened, and Lily turned to see her new teacher. And what she saw caused her to jump up.

"YOU SODDING GIT! YOU'VE BEEN PLAYING ME! GETTING ME TO SAY WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR! YOU'RE SO DEAD!" Lily lunged at James, who caught her and pinned her arms to her sides with his own. She was trying to kill him, and he was effectively stopping her. They both played Quidditch, but James was a lot bigger than Lily. Finally, she settled down, and he deposited her in a chair.

"You called sir?" asked James, panting a bit.

"Yes, actually. There's another student with your abilities."

"Really?" asked James, interested.

"Yes, I'd like you to give Miss Evans lessons."

"EVANS! No way in hell! No disrespect meant, professor."

"It will get you both out of History of Magic…" he tempted.

Lily and James exchanged looks. Lily caught James's thoughts.

Well Evans, anything is better than History of Magic."

She nodded in agreement.

"All right, professor. I guess we don't have a choice. Freaky mind reading lessons, here we come."

Dumbledore smiled.

Later that night, under the safety of his invisibility cloak, James was practically tearing apart the restricted section of the library. He was looking for a particular book. He knew not the author, nor the title, nor even if such a book existed in the school. He knew only the subject. Animagi.