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Chapter Eleven

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"Lily, he's giving you the Look again." Hestia said matter-of-factly, taking a bite of her biscuit. Emma and Alice both leaned forward over there plates of food, discreetly looking down the Gryffindor table towards the Marauders. Lily ignored her and took a sip from her goblet of pumpkin juice. It was dinner and Hestia had come over from the Ravenclaw table to eat with Lily, Alice, and Emma.

Emma and Alice continued looking over at James until Lily, out the corner of her eye, noticed James' turn in the opposite direction, obviously seeing Alice and Emma watching him. He had been glancing down the table towards Lily giving her, as Hestia said, the Look for quite a while now. She elbowed the two in the ribs,"Will you two quit gawking down the table?"

"Ow!" Alice rubbed her ribs while Emma glared at Lily (and also rubbed her ribs), "Well, we're sorry if we were concerned for our friends life after watching James Potter give her the I'm-Going-To-Kill-You Look for the past twenty minutes."

Hestia snorted while Lily calmly chewed a piece of chicken,"No, your not." She said after gulping,"You just want to be nosy."

"Well!" Alice and Emma began to get up. Lily hastily opened her mouth,"Okay, okay, sorry. Let's just forget about Potter and, you know, ignore him." Alice and Emma slowly sat back down. The group continued their dinner in silence. . .until-

"He's looking at you again."

Lily sighed deeply and slouched over slightly. What was his problem now? James Potter was being so annoying moody lately. More annoyingly moody than usual. "Ignore. Him." She said between gritted teeth.

"He's doing it again-"

"So, Hestia, how is the Ravenclaw quidditch team doing?" Lily interrupted.

Hestia looked a bit startled. "Er, good."

"Great."

"Terrific."

"Why does he keep looking over-"

"Wonderful."

"Sure."

"He's looking over again."

Lily sighed again and looked down the table, purposely not being discreet and making sure James knew she saw him watching her. The others also look downs the table. She was surprised to see that James didn't exactly look like he was going to kill her, just, well, it was an indifferent look really. It was sort of blank.

"He doesn't look have a I'm-Going-To-Kill-You look on his face." Hestia stated, also noticing the indifferent look on his face.

James, by then, had turned away- but not before Emma saw something Lily and the others hadn't. Her head turned forward and she looked down at her plate with a smirk on her face. A small snicker escaped her before she put a hand over her mouth.

Alice looked at her,"What's with you?"

Emma shook her head.

Lily and Hestia also noticed. "Yeah, what's with you?"

Another snicker escaped her lips. She slowly looked up at Lily. "Did you see his face when he saw you look over at him?"

"Well, it was sort of blank-" Lily started.

"No! I mean, did you see it after he realized you realized he was looking at you?"

". . .Er. . ."

Emma rolled her eyes,"He was red in the face! Redder than your hair, Lily!"

"So?" Hestia questioned,"He was probably just mad because Lily caught him giving her the Look-Whatever the Look is, anyways."

"Yeah, Emma, I mean, if you haven't noticed, Potter's been awfully moody lately." Lily added.

Emma sighed in exasperation,"No. That is not why Potter was red. I have a theory." She stated mysterious.

"A theory." Alice repeated.

"Yes."

"What is this theory you speak of?" Hestia asked. Lily folded her arms over her chest,"If it's that Potter's the biggest ninny around, it's not a theory, it's a fact."

"No, no. It's something very startling." Emma continued, sliding her plate to the side, unknown to her, right in the person next to hers' lap. A small shriek was heard from that person as they jumped up. Emma and the girls ignored them. They ignored all that was around them.

"The suspense is killing me here, Emma." Alice joked.

"No, really. It is. Brace yourselves, ladies. This may cause loss of breath." The three moved closer to Emma. Emma breathed in then out deeply. She closed her eyes then opened them. "Alright. Here it is. Potter. . .he. . ."

"Yes?" Hestia asked.

"He. . ."

"He what?" Alice asked.

"Potter. . ."

"Potter what?" Emma asked.

"Potter. . .he. . .he-"

"Will you just tell us what your theory on Potter is?" Lily asked, trying to sound bored and uninterested with this conversation, but finding that, in fact, a small part of her was actually interested in Emma's theory on Potter.

"Right. Potter. . .he. . .he fancies. . ."

"Fancies Mcgongall?"

"No-"

"Snape?"

"-Ew. No.-"

"That girl in herbology that picks her nose when she thinks no ones looking, but really, everyones watching?"

"-Ew! No!-"

Lily decided to take a stab at this guessing game. "You?" She asked jokingly. She laughed. Hestia and Alice joined after a few seconds; Emma bit her lip. "Good one, Lily!" Alice joked.

After the three had settled down some, Emma continued,"No, actually, you, Lily."

The smile from her laughter was still on Lily face until she heard this, it slowly drooped downwards. Hestia and Alice again started laughing,"Gosh, you two are good at this! Absolutely hilarious!"

Emma's eyebrows raised as she shared a look with Lily. Lily shook her head. Emma nodded. Lily shook. Emma nodded. Lily shook. Emma nodded. Lily turned away and looked down the table, towards James. He was laughing as Sirius charmed peas to explode when he threw them up in the air. As if by chance, James happened to glance towards her. He immediately looked away.

Lily wondered. Was Emma's theory that far from the truth?

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James dropped his books on the dusty table, groaning inwardly at the thought of finishing his essay. He left for the library after dinner, his friends heading towards the common room. The library was fairly quiet and empty. Dinner was still going on, so most students and professors were at dinner.

"Hey, it's what's-your-face" A voice said across from him as his quill touched the parchment of his essay. James looked up quickly, eager for a distraction to keep him away from finishing his essay. It was a small girl. It was Molly. IOU Molly. Crup Molly. Urgh. What the Great Ball of Sunshine doing here? "You know, my name isn't what's-your-face, it's James." He said slinking down in his chair.

Molly was sitting straight and proper in the chair across from him. Her hands were folded together on the table in a very prim way. There was a book entitled,"Charms, Charms, and More Charms". "I know that. I'm not daft, you idiot."

James gritted his teeth,"Oh, and just how do you know that, little girl?"

"Your headboy."

"So? It's not as if there's a sign above my head that say, James Potter, Headboy."

Molly rolled her eyes,"No, there isn't, but your headboy badge does say James Potter, Headboy."

James shuffled around in his chair, grabbing at his shirt, trying to look at his badge. "Well, what do you know? It does." He said overenthusiastically, he dropped the shirt after a moment,"Thanks for bringing that important piece of information to my attention, little girl, I guess you have someone else to bother- God help them- and need to be on your way."

"No such luck today, what's-your-face." Molly said, leaning forward, a prim look on her face. She straightened her Charms book which was slightly crooked before turning back to James. "You are weird."

"And you are annoying." James shot back.

Molly laughed,"Oh, you just aren't funny." Before James could retort, she continued,"Anyways, I just came by to ask you why your being so mean to Lily. She doesn't deserve it."

James raised an eyebrow and peered around the library around them, as if expecting Lily herself to pop out from behind a bookcase,"Did she put you up to this?"

"No. I was just curious as to why you are being such a jerk to her. You know, after that day you basically banished me to your what's-his-face Lupin friend to be tutored so you could have fourty-five minutes to argue with her."

"You went on your own accord. If anything, you banished me away from Remus." James smirked,"It's okay. We've all had our first crushes, little girl. It's okay that you wanted to spend some time with Remus-"

"Excuse me? What's-his-face Lupin is old. Ew."

James' eyebrows scrunched up,"He's seventeen. That's not old."

"Right. And I'm twelve. Five year difference there."

"Whatever." James said, deciding he didn't want to get into this discussion.

"Why can't you just be nice to her?" Molly asked. "She's nice."

"And why can't you mind your own business?" James asked. "Why am I even talking to you?" he asked himself, picking up his quill, dipping it in the inkwell and started back to his essay, finding that he actually preferred finishing his essay to avoiding it now.

She was still sitting there. He knew that. He could hear her breathing.

He sighed, "What?"

"Will you just try to get along with Lily?"

"Why?"

"Why do you ask so many questions?"

"Why do you?"

"Will you?"

"Will I what?"

"Try to get along with Lily?"

"Why?"

"Why not?"

"Why?"

Molly rolled her eyes,"I'm not going through the "Why?" thing again."

"Aw, too bad. Maybe you should go somewhere else then."

"Fine." Molly stood up. "Be a stupid boy." She began to walk off. "Hey, little girl!" Molly stopped rigidly.

James smirked. "How's your little drool-face? You know, your crup?"

"Rudolfla is just fine."

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