A/N: Wow, less than twenty four hours after I posted the story, I got four reviews on it! That's amazing. I was really pleased because right now I hate my mom because she made me bake three cakes and go to my brother's school bake sale/picnic, where I knew no one. I was bored out of my mind and these sluttish little twelve year olds in short skirts were giving me dirty looks...Anyways, this really did make me feel better, but I still do kinda hate my mom. Thanks, everybody!
Ficcieboy- I like your screenname, that's another word I have to add to my Word dictionary. Sorry I didn't mention that! I just thought it would be weird for Lily to think "I'm a witch". But of course, you all know that she is, indeed, a witch, and a spanking good one at that. October is an odd name for a girl, so is the nickname Toby, but I wanted Lily's friend's name to be unusual. And I couldn't find another nickname for her. I couldn't very well call her "Ocky" or "Ber". Yech. Thank you so much for your constructive criticism and your compliments! I'm happy you're happy with the story.
Penelope Richmond- Thanks! I like Marauder stories, too. Toby does seem cool, huh? Who doesn't want a best friend who'll clean your room for you? I didn't want to make Lily a Mary Sue, like she is in a lot of fics. We don't know much about her, but we do know that she was very beautiful and very talented, but I didn't want to make her perfect. She needs to be human. You don't have to stop reviewing! I like long reviews. I'll take your advice! Thanks for reviewing!
Galleena- Yup! I am going to try and beat my record. I think I have ADHD or something. I like to start things, but never finish. I hope this will be different. The only way you can prevent me from quitting is by reviewing!
Cosmopolitan- Nice screenname. I'm glad you love it, and I will update ASAP. Thanks for reviewing!
October Tuscany- Wow, is that your real name? Lol, I don't think I know anyone named October or Tria. How did you get Tria from October? That's so weird that you and my character have the same first name and are neat freaks. I'll hopefully talk to you later, too! Thanks for reviewing!
Chapter Two
"And the Gryffindor fifth year prefects for this term are Ms. October Wallace and Mr. Remus Lupin!" announced Professor Dumbledore, rising out of his golden chair, clapping. The Gryffindor table was wild with cheering. I was yelling at the top of my lungs for Toby. I was proud of her, I really was. I knew she wanted to be a prefect since second year, and all that studying and good behavior paid off. I felt a slight twinge of jealousy, though. I was a tiny bit afraid that she might not have enough time for us anymore. Okay, it was more than a tiny bit. She showed me the letter Professor McGonagall sent her this summer, detailing the various duties that would be entailed with becoming a prefect and it was a lot.
But nonetheless, I was ecstatic for her. I watched as she looked around the Great Hall, blushing. Her curly brown hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail. Wow, she was really blushing a lot. I reached under the table and squeezed her hand firmly.
After the Welcoming Feast was over, I instinctively grabbed Toby's arm and marched out of the Great Hall.
"Lil, I need to go with Remus and get the first years," she explained after turning the opposite way.
"Oh. Right. Okay, then. I guess I'll see you later, then." I said, giving her a weak smile. I was crestfallen, and I didn't understand. She was still my best friend, wasn't she? But she had her prefect duties. See?
Gloomily, I walked back to Gryffindor Tower. I could hear James Potter, Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew behind me, laughing. This made me even more depressed. Sure, they wouldn't have Remus as much anymore, but at least they each had two other friends always. I had no one when Toby was gone. It was kind of my fault, really. After meeting Toby, and deciding that we would be best friends forever and ever, I didn't bother to make any new friends. I had some acquaintances with a few Ravenclaw girls in my year; Sophia, Jasmine and Cassandra. I guess I'd have to make do with them.
When I got up to the common room, I was so exhausted after the whole day and the train ride and all, that I went up to bed and fell asleep.
"Hey. You were asleep when I got back up," said Toby, pulling into the seat next to me then next morning.
"Yeah. I was tired," I said, yawning and grabbing a fluffy muffin to eat.
"Well, I didn't get back up that much later. I thought you'd wait up for me."
"Why, did you want me too?" I snapped back.
"No, it doesn't matter. What's wrong with you today? Are you menstrual?" she asked, looking concerned. I sighed.
"No. I'm just tired, is all. So, when do you start your duties?" I asked, genuinely interested.
"Tomorrow night, eight o'clock. Stop playing with your food!" she scolded at me for picking at the edges.
"Yes, Mother." I scowled. She rolled her eyes.
"So, what classes do we have today?" I asked her.
Toby looked at the neat weekly chart lying in front of her.
"First, Transfiguration. Next, Divination. Then, Charms, and finally, I have Ancient Runes and you have Care of Magical Creatures." she stated briefly.
"Aw, we have a different class for the first time in our lives!" I said, mocking heartbreak. She protruded her lower lip and started fake sniffling. We burst out into fake sobs and hugged each other. It was our little bit.
"Good morning, lesbians." said James Potter, taking the seat across from me.
"Don't start with the lesbian rumours again!" Toby moaned. Every year, some idiot always started silly lies about how Toby and I were secret lesbian lovers. It was annoying, because the Slytherins gave us even dirtier looks than ever and people teased.
"If you two really are lesbians, can I watch you two snog?" asked Sirius. I made a disgusting face at him.
"Pig," I called him. He just shrugged his shoulders like he didn't care. Of course, he didn't. He's been called 'pig' so many times now, he must be used to it.
"Where's Remus?" asked Toby, probably anticipating talking to a fellow prefect.
"He's shining his badge, the barmy prat." informed Peter, rolling his eyes.
"Hey, Quidditch tryouts are on Thursday," said James, playing with his messy, long, jet-black hair. "I wish you were allowed to play, Padfoot."
"Yeah, me too. Sodding McGonagall thinks I'm some demented criminal just because I burned down one bathroom stall."
The expression on Toby's face was one of shock and offense. She sucked up to all of the professors so she would get good grades and get a good job when we graduated. She always feigned offense whenever someone insulted a teacher.
"I could always try out for Quidditch," said Peter, looking hopefully at James. James and Sirius burst out laughing. Poor Peter.
"Peter, you're bloody hilarious," chuckled James. Peter looked sort of sad.
"You can always try out for the Gobstones Club again, Peter." I encouraged, trying to cheer him up.
"Yeah, I guess I can. I just hope we can recruit some new members this year. It gets boring when you know everyone, and who plays good and who doesn't." Peter said.
Then the bell rang. It warned us that we had ten minutes to get to our first class. After Toby drained down her glass of milk, she and I got up and headed out of the Great Hall. The Transfiguration classroom was on the first floor, so we didn't have to rush, and we wouldn't be red and puffy from climbing stairs.
"Eurgh, how can you drink milk?" I asked Toby, when we walked into Professor McGonagall's class six minutes early.
"I like it. And it has calcium, and that's good, right?"
I shrugged my shoulders and we scrambled around, trying to find a seat. We settled with one near the large glass window, so we'd have a great view of the Quidditch players stretching and practicing during the season.
"Good morning, students," began Professor McGonagall when everyone had settled down. "Welcome to a new term, and your fifth year of Transfiguration. I'd like to start off by repeating that I will not allow any tomfoolery or ridiculous behavior in my classrooms. Some of you are familiar with this rule," she looked pointedly at James, Sirius, Remus and Peter. "As you also know, you are to be taking your O.W.L's near the end of term, sometime in May. We have a lot of important things to cover till then, so please pay extra careful attention to your lessons this year. You are fifteen, and I expect you to behave as such young adults."
We should behave like fifteen year olds? Has she never been a teenager? She should have revised her speech this summer. At that point, I used my years of knowledge and skill, and tuned her out. If there was anything important to remember, Toby would fill me in for sure.
A/N So I decided to end there because otherwise it would be a super extra long chapter, and it wouldn't be updated for a long time. Thanks again to everyone who reviewed! Remember, you don't need to have a membership to this website to review. Just leave me an anonymous one.
I hope all of you liked this chapter, even though it was pretty uneventful. But I thought that you should get to know Lily and what her average day is like. I'm afraid there will be a lot of chapters like this, so please don't complain. This story has a plot, somewhat. So review this story and have a magnanimous day!
-Jules
P.S. I don't hate my mom any longer. ;)
