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Chapter 4

Apparently, I was the only one who thought Potter flying into a closed window was funny. Granted, the only other person in the room was Black, but you get what I mean. If I crashed into a window people would be in hysterics, but when Potter crashes into a closed window its "Help! Go get Madam Pom-Poms!"

Which set me off all over again. Pom-Poms! Hahahahahahahaha! Once I regained my breath, Black decided to tell me off.

"Evans, you're low. Break his heart, fine. Sew his lips together, fine. But making him crash into a window and forfeiting Gryffindor chances at winning the match is REALLY, REALLY, err… BAD!

Oooh, it's BAD… I'm so afraid. Right. whatever. Now I needed a really good comeback. One that will make him shut up. For a long, long time.

"At least I'm not stupid."

"Are you trying to diss me, Evans? Bring it on!"

"It's been brought." That sounded soo stupid

"At least I'm not a teacher's pet."

"At least I have a good reputation."

"At least I have fun."

"At least I have people who respect me."

"At least I have real friends."

"At least I'm not a Marauder."

"At least I am a Marauder."

"At least I'm not best-friends with Potter."

" At least James doesn't have a crush on me."

"At least I'm not a Black."

"Touché."

After waking up Potter by throwing ice water on him (which was my idea; his face was hilarious – like a cross between a blind beaver and a retarded platypus), I walked to the Head's dorm wanting nothing more than to listen to some relaxing, soothing music.

She says she's no good with words but I'm worse
Barely stuttered out
"A joke of a romantic" or just stuck to my tongue
And weighed down with words too over-dramatic
Tonight it's "it cant get much worse"
Vs. "no one should ever feel like…"

Stereo head banging is a great stress reliever, unless someone walks in on you, and that someone is James Potter, and you're yelling like a banshee, shaking your head around, and you're still in your uniform because you couldn't be arsed to get out of it. Do you know what that is like? I'll tell you – MORTIFYING!"

Shoot me now. My life is over. I could not possibly do anything more embarrassing than this, short of setting myself on fire. Wait… I did that in Transfiguration … yesterday… haha. Fantastic, now I'm laughing at my own non- funny jokes and Potter is… talking to me?

"Lily? Are you listening to me?"

"Yeah… I'm listening."

He took a step closer to me, and I got this freaky feeling in my stomach like it was doing the cha-cha.

"Goodnight," he said in that deep husky voice he uses when he wants to seduce a girl. Well Mr. beep-husky-voice, go seduce someone else, 'cause I'm not falling for it! Thought my conscience. Then another little voice popped in my head. Too late for that, you already love him; remember? SO WHAT! I don't have to act on it, right?

The next morning, I woke up to my alarm clock, a present from my friends screaming, "Get your arse out of bed!" Charming isn't it?

I rolled out of bed and romped (A/N: Is that even an word?) into the bathroom, trying to get ready for school. Looking in the mirror, I tried to figure out why Potter likes me. Red hair, green eyes, pasty skin, and blotchy skin; I sound like a cross between a Christmas tree and a cancer patient, (A/N: I know cancer's not funny, but that was the only thing I could think of) only I'm human and I don't have cancer. Right, back to the immediate problem. It was time to call in the experts.

"It's about time you let us give you a makeover," said Alanna, one of my best friends. Kaitlin, my other best friend, nodded in agreement. Life is so unfair sometimes. I swear; these two girls just roll out of bed looking good.

Kaitlin rummaged through a bag that clanked ominously, pulling out several tons of makeup, six bottles, and a hair straightener. Once the hair straightener was plugged in, Alanna advanced on me with what I think are tweezers. Ouchie.

Forty-five minutes later, I'm plucked, bronzed, makeup-ed, exfoliated, and flat ironed within every inch of my life, and my feet are smushed into Kaitlin's ballet flats, which are a size too small, but adorable. Again ouchie!

Kaitlin and Alanna step back to admire their work, and hand me a mirror.

"So…?"

"I LOOK LIKE A BLOODY PROSITUTE!"

"Oh! Would you look at the time, lessons start in 20 minutes and we're starved, must dash." Cowards.

I slowly made my way down to the Great Hall shuffling, because the shoes were killing me.

Walking over to the table, Potter had the audacity to talk to me.

"Evans, what's wrong with your face? It looks like you went running without a bra on," Which set Black into a very loud giggling fit. What kind of man(ish) person giggles!

"Why do you care, Potter? I look like every other girl you've snogged." Hahaha beat THAT!

"Oh my dearest Lilykins, you are much prettier than all the other girls," he smirked, smirked, such a weird word. What in the name of Sir Julie Andrews was I supposed to say now!

"Err… Thanks. Must dash. See you later."

Did Potter and I just have a conversation? Oww… I have an ich – lemme just – As soon as I out my hand up to my face, it was slapped away.

"C'mon, we have to go to Potions, and don't even think of scratching your makeup off."

"But it's itchy!"

"Don't care," said Kaitlin, shoving me rather rudely through the door.

I glanced at the board – Armortia. Easy Peasy. After adding lacewing flies, I sniffed the potion – dirt, French cologne, and Head and Shoulders. Yummy. All of a sudden Kaitlin let out an ear-piercing scream, and pointed to my face. Good, she finally realized that the makeup was awful.

"Look.At.Your.Face."

I glanced in the reflection of my cauldron, and saw… hives. Lots of them. My face was absolutely covered in them.

"I think you might have been allergic to the… makeup," said Alanna in a small voice.

"You think?" And then I fainted. Fantastic. Cheers, thanks a lot, goodnight.

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