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Chapter 3: Getting Ready

The rest of the week passed in much the same manner, and it wasn't until the next Fridaythat something interesting happened. Lily had got bored of writing out notes in History of Magic, a rarity in itself, and had charmed her quill to take down the notes instead. She, like her fellows, was passing notes. As she was sitting next to James, because she liked to sit at the front and he was placed at the front, she ended up passing notes to him.

James, I've never quite appreciated how BORING this class is. I generally stay awake writing notes.

Hey, join the club. That's an ace charm, will you teach it me?

It's actually quite easy. Sirius is sleeping, Sarah and Suzie are playing noughts and crosses and Sarah would win if she, oh no, Suzie spotted, now it's a draw.Caroline's reading. A-ha! I told her to read that! She's obviously got to a funny bit. Oh no! She can't have a laughing fit in a classroom! What're Remus and Peter doing?

You ramble. You really ramble. Does it matter what they're doing? It's something stupid, no doubt...

That was mean-spirited and rude. And you're one to talk.

Hey!

How are you liking Sense and Sensibility?

So-so. I haven't really started it yet, I've been doing other things.

How messy?

That's notfair! I was going to charm the Slytherins' table, so that when they sit down at it, they get stuck there for the rest of the day.

But why is that so bad? They'd love it! They wouldn't have to go to lessons!

Yes, we thought of that. That's why we're planning it for a weekend.And we'll charm it so that their robes turn pink.

Ooh, that's mean. I should report you but I'm not a snitch!

I can tell. You're not gold with silver wings.

And you're absolutely brimming with wit. Oh please do it! It would be hilarious. I mean, I don't really agree with the whole You-and-Black-and-Lupin-and-Peter-against-the-entire-Slytherin-population thing, but they're really mean to me sometimes. I mean, does it matter that my parents weren't magical? I can't wait to see Snape's face; much as I disapprove of you constantly cursing him, I really hate him.

See previous point about rambling. But I look forward to seeing that too. I'll take a photo of him, and you develop it. Deal?

Deal.

There was a prefects meeting that day after the last lesson. Lily and James were first to arrive. These were usually a bit boring for Lily, as she had nothing to report, and she had no reason to think that being Head Girl would change matters particularly. She already knew her duties, and she thought that she would be irritated to no end with James being there, but, contrary to her morose predictions, the meeting passed without a hitch, and soon they were back in the Common room.

Lily had finished her homework by six o'clock, andso shewent up to the dormitory. She knew that there was very little excitement to be had there, but she wanted a little "quiet time".

She took out her well-worn copy of Pride and Prejudice, partly to read it, and partly to look up a reference that James had made the previous week. She slipped easily into the characters of Elizabeth Bennett and her silly sisters, her pedantic parents, the dashing Mr Darcy, and the slightly creepy Mr Collins. They were rich, lively, and far more real than the 2-D people she came up with when she tried to write books. She cringed as she thought of her father laughing at her "pickled", and the character whose use was to die.

Beforelongher friends came up to the dorm, and though it was early, they weren't surprised to see Lily, already in her pyjamas (she was takingno chances today), reading.

They laughed at her familiar reading matter; "What, don't you know it by heart yet?", but they knew as well as she did that anything that would calm down her fiery temper that supposedly came with her hair, like some sort of bizarre two-for-one offer, which was usually well stoked up by the end of the day, was a good thing.

Around nine o'clock Lily, Suzie, Caroline and Sarah all got into bed, but they didn't sleep. Instead they discussed the day's events.

'That was gross when Black made that field in the entrance hall,' put in Suzie.

'It could have been worse,' reasoned Sarah, 'it could have been a swamp.'

'Sarah, it had cowpats and everything,' said Lily. 'And I had to tell him off, and he couldn't see what was wrong. It was awful. In my personal opinion, he was trying to impress someone.'

'Yes, it was pretty impressive spell work,' said Caroline, in her most dreamy voice.

'You were impressed, Caroline?' Sarah said, raising her eyebrows suggestively.

'He's very good-looking and funny. And good with a wand.' Sarah giggled. Caroline shot her a look, and continued,'Yes, I was impressed. And yes, I like him. Any further points to make, anyone?'

'He's Sirius Black,' said Lily.'I went out with him last year. It was a complete fiasco.'

'I'm Caroline Hawling. My life is a fiasco.'

Having no come-back to this, the conversation moved on to other things, such as why James hadn't done anything really dumb for ages.

Soon, however, Lily fell asleep, worn out. Sarah climbed out of bed,carefully put outLily's bedside lamp, and drew the hangings of the four-poster shut. Sadly, Lily's restful and much-needed sleep was not to last long.

'We are not having a party on the second week back, Sirius Black. No, no, and no again. Not happening.'

'Relax, Prongs. How bad could it be?'

'Well, it could make a mess, deprive people of sleep, wake people up, generally be anti-social, oh, and there's no reason to have one anyway.'

Peter snorted, and Remus looked shocked. 'Since when did you become such a killjoy? That's my job. And I want to party.'

'Moony! You're supposed to be my backup!'

'I'm not backing you up. I'm backing up Sirius, and fetching food. Come on, Sirius, Peter.'

'Oh god. Food as well. It's messy!' yelled James at them as they disappeared through the portrait hole, but there was no point. They couldn't hear, and they didn't care.

So, a loud, food-filled partybegan inthe common room, with James running around like a headless chicken, trying to make people go to bed, stop the party, turn off the music, and make sure that the party didn't get too out-of-hand or messy.

And all the while, he was thinking, Oh no, oh no. I said I was going to grow up, she says I'm immature – she's right! I'm Head Boy and I can't even stop my best friends from having a stupid party! He got a feeling that this was how Evans had felt at every impromptu party thrown over the last six years. No wonder she wouldn't go out with him!

A quickly conjured table lay along one end of the room, groaning under the weight of all the food on top of it. Sirius, Peterand Remus had had to do two journeys each. It had little sandwiches, sausages on sticks, leftover meat and puddings from that day's meals, including whatJames thought looked suspiciously like a whole roast deer. The stag part of him was revolted, which did nothing for his feelings of goodwill towards his fellow man or house elf. Since when did they cook deer anyway?

But there was another thing too. Jelly. Any kind of jelly you care to name, it was there. Jelly with sweets in? Yes! Raspberry, strawberry, blackberry, blackcurrant, orange, lemon, lime? Yes times seven! It was all there. This is the time for a little known fact. Sirius likes jelly.

He groaned again. This was going to be a long night.

Ok, read the A/N for the past two chapters, i.e. I enjoyed writing it, I hope you liked it; this is an adaptation, before it was rubbish, and please review. If you don't want to review about the fic, then review about bottle tops.

Larka :)