Chapter 2
It's been two nights since I told the Marauders about my plan. Unsurprisingly, they all agreed with me. I really am brilliant, aren't I?
Tonight, I am waiting patiently for Prongs to come and bring me to the Head Tower. Only then can we put our plan into action.
Perhaps now would be a good time to tell you that I am currently in my Animagus form. For those who don't know, I am a ridiculously good-looking dog, very much like my un-Animagus form, except for the dog part, of course.
Oh, here comes James! Now he's dragging me towards the door, and now we're walking towards the Tower.
"Padfoot, remember, don't do anything to jeopardise my chances with Lily. She's already mad at me, you know?" Prongs tells me sternly.
He really is silly sometimes. He knows full well that I can't do anything except bark. Oh wait, I can nod! Yes, I'll nod to tell him I understand, even though I'm sure that 'jeopardise' isn't really a word. Maybe I'll ask Moony later.
Right, now we're in the Head Common Room. One word to describe this place: WHOA!
With an exclamation mark, nonetheless.
This place is stunning! I would give anything to be Head Boy, except for my looks, my brains and my bark. Look, there's Evans!
I shake my collar free of James's grasp and run over to her, licking her hand eagerly. I know! A collar! Distasteful, really. Why should my dashing neck be graced with the presence of an ugly collar? James's fashion sense is really quite ghastly.
"James! Is this your dog? Why haven't I seen it before?"
"Uh, well, um, you haven't seen it before because this is the dog that I just bought. It's not really mine, though. Yeah! That's it. It's not really mine. Just a friend's."
Oh, smooth going there Prongs. I change into a dog before full moon, and all you say is that it's a FRIEND'S dog? Real smooth, man. It's such a wonderful response that I roll my eyes. Sarcasm was intended there, mind you.
"So, James, let me get this straight. You bought a dog but it's not yours. This beautiful black dog here," and with this, the Head Girl ran her hand through my fur, "is a friend's?"
Yep, you can just imagine the look of disbelief on Evans's face.
"Well, yes. It's a friend's. Look, Lily, do you mind looking after it for me tonight? I need to meet the guys at the library."
This time, a look of disbelief and surprise is displayed Evans's pretty face. I think this is because she thinks James is going to the library, though.
"Sure thing! I'd be happy to spend some time with this gorgeous dog."
Mumbling a quick word of thanks, James runs out of the room without another backward glance.
You know, I'm pretty sure that right now, Prongs would rather be the 'gorgeous dog', just so that Lily can call him gorgeous. Too bad he chose to be a stag though, right?
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