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Key: This is either not story from this chapter or thinking

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'This is someone speaking to him/herself'

This followed by this, possibly followed by this is a note.

Chapter 4: Food Fight!

Previously:

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 time for a little known fact. Sirius likes jelly.

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

It was a large amount of food, even for the large number of people there. James sighed. Only Marauders could actually eat that much after three large Hogwarts meals; the rest was bound to end up on the walls by the end of the evening.

Someone put on some music, and then cast spells on the walls so that only people in Gryffindor Tower could hear the noise. More students started coming into the Common Room and dancing. Suzie, Sarah, and Caroline came downstairs, in pyjamas. Someone else dimmed the lights, and a slow song started playing.

'I like this song,' murmured Suzie. 'Excuse me.'

She wandered over to Peter and asked him to dance. Sarah and Caroline could just about hear his acceptance over the general noise.

'They're a good couple, aren't they?'

'Mmm. They fit 'cos they're exactly the same. Sensitive, quiet, caring. She'd never hurt him, and he'd never hurt her. They're nothing astounding, but a good match. There should be more couples like them.'

'Caroline! That was profound.'

'I get profound at nights. It's because of my lack of sleep and lowered blood sugar level.'

'Oh.'

The two girls stood in companionable silence for a while, watching Suzie and Peter dancing.

'Black's looking good.'

'You're obsessed.'

'And you're not? You've been watching Lupin for the past minute and a half, and not Suzie at all.'

Caroline could see Sarah blush, even in the dark.

'He's a nice guy.'

'I know. But I'm not watching him.'

Sarah didn't answer. Hexed Love, a fast and jazzy song, came on. Suzie and Peter were still dancing.

'Urgh. Caroline, don't look now, but I think Suzie and Peter are playing tonsil tennis.'

'I didn't even know you knew that expression.'

'You learn something new every day.'

'Hmm. Potter doesn't look too happy, does he?'

'No. Definitely not a happy bunny.' Caroline shot Sarah a look, but she appeared to be serious. 'According to Remus, he's been trying to be sensible and mature, to win Lily over.'

'Oh. That explains why he's trying to stop the party. She doesn't like them.'

'Yes, I know. That's why I said it.'

'I'm going to go and talk to Black.'

'Why?'

'Because then you can talk to Lupin, like you so obviously want to.'

'What'll I say?'

'Talk about the weather.'

'Only grannies talk about the weather. Or people who think that the person they are talking to is boring.'

'Then something else. You've known him for six years. Get a grip, girl.'

'I have a grip!'

'Get a better one then.'

Ignoring her protests, Carolinefrogmarched Sarah off to go and talk to Remus.AsSarah stood in front of him, having been dismissed from Caroline's care with a cheeky smile, she found she knew what to say without even thinking.

'What's up with Potter?'

'Oh, him. He's grumpy because he didn't want a party and he thinks Lily's going to hate him for not stopping it.'

'Oh. That'd do it, I suppose.'

'Honestly, James Potter, grown up. It's actually quite scary.'

'Yeah. Like Caroline grown up.'

'Or Padfoot. Sirius,' he said, noticing the confused look on her face.

'Oh yeah, you all have nicknames for each other. So you're…'

'Moony.'

'Moony, right. Sirius is Padfoot, Peter is Shrewtail or something'

'Wormtail,' he corrected, laughing.

'Wormtail. I knew shrewtail sounded a bit weird. And James is what?'

'Prongs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs.'

They continued to chat, while a couple of metres away, their friends were flirting outrageously.

'Hello, Black. As I was just saying to Sarah, you're looking nice.'

'Why thank you, Hawling. Those pyjamas suit you.'

'Thank you. I usually sleep in my underwear, but decided that that would not be prudent tonight.'

'I'm sure your underwear suits you very well too.'

'It does. But we don't want to corrupt the ickle firsties, now, do we?'

'We'll have to talk quieter then.'

'Yes. Unfortunately, talking quieter in such a noisy room has the disadvantage that we'd have to get closer, Black.'

'Don't you want to get closer, Hawling?'

'It has crossed my mind on occasion, though I would say that this is probably not the time.'

The song changed at that moment, and Sirius murmured, 'You go to my head… and you linger like a haunting refrain and I find you spinning round in my brain like the bubbles in a glass of champagne.'

'I'm sorry?'

'This song. Do you dance?'

'Sometimes. Why?'

'Would you dance?'

'If the occasion required it.'

'Will you dance with me?'

She seemed to contemplate the offer before answering.

'That sounds like a perfectly good occasion.'

'Oh look. Caroline and Black are dancing now too,' commented Sarah.

'Couples, couples everywhere, and not a, a…'

'Not a one for Potter?'

'Works, but doesn't really fit the poem. I was thinking more along the lines of "Not a one for me".' Remus looked down at Sarah, who looked away, blushing.

'Good point. D'you know this song?'

He accepted the abrupt change of subject.

'Yes. My mother is very fond of Muggle music. You're muggle-born, of course, so I expect you know it.'

'Yes. It's good just to listen to, I think.'

'Hawling and Padfoot obviously find you can dance to it.'

'Mmm. But we're talking about the girl who can find an innuendo in toothbrush, and the boy who has a voice that can make "Pass the toast, please" sexual harassment.'

'I hadn't looked at it that way. Good point.'

The song then changed, although neither Suzie and Peter or Sirius and Caroline seemed to have noticed; they were still dancing to the same beat as the previous song.

'Now this song, I can dance to.'

'It's got a good rhythm, you're right. The Way You Look Tonight.'

'What, in my pyjamas?'

'I was naming the song for dramatic effect.'

'It wasn't very dramatic.'

'Suit yourself. Dance with me?'

'Erm…'

'If you don't want to, I mean, that's fine. Stupid to ask. Being an idiot.'

'No. No, I want to.'

'Oh.'

'Great. Three couples, a lot of slushy music, over-excited students and a lot of food. And Lily hasn't even come down to tell me off yet.'

'First sign of madness, Prongsie. Talking to yourself.'

'I know it is. Is the second sign of madness having yourself talk back?'

'Possibly. Probably. I don't know. Anyway. I am.'

He noticed a group of people clustered round the food table, and knew his fears were about to be realised. 'No, little people. No! Don't even think about what I know you're thinking about.'

But it was no use. Just because he was suddenly sensible, didn't mean that the rest of the Gryffindor population was. He had hoped it wouldn't happen, but in truth, the party had been going this way for a long time. And the cry was up.

'FOOD FIGHT!'

Upstairs, in the 7th year Girls' Dorm, Lily Evans rolled over. The snatches of song that had been drifting up were affecting her dreams, and, although she didn't know it, she was halfway to waking up. Then she heard the muffled yell 'FOOD FIGHT!', and she was awake.

'Huh? Wasgonon?'

She could hear the yells louder now.

'Food fight!'

'Yeah!'

'Rock on!'

'Oh god.' She slipped out of bed, pinned her Head Girl badge onto her pyjamas, and went down the girls' staircase. She stopped at the bottom, before stepping into the common room.

Her eyes swept the chaos, seeing her friends, happily engaged in kissing (Peter and Suzie), watching and laughing (Remus and Sarah), or throwing food around in a destructive manner (Sirius and Caroline). Her eyes came to rest, however, on James. He was trying to stop the fight, and looked very miserable.

He didn't want this party. He didn't want this mess, she thought. He's grown up.

She took a deep breath to yell at the crowd; they always listened to her, even if they didn't listen to James, but she hadn't been paying attention to the food. Just as she was about to speak, a large glob of raspberry jelly hit her in the face.

Within two seconds the crowd was looking at her, fearful and silent, forgotten food dripping from them and from the walls. They watched, scared,as she licked and wiped the jelly off her face, as her eyes, softer now, crinkled up, and were astounded when she started to laugh, so out of breath that she had to lean on the wall for support, completely hysterical.

As soon as she had her breath back she said, hiccoughing slightly, 'Jelly is Good.'

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