Life is no bed of lilies

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Chapter 4: The eyes are the windows into your soul

"Hey! You can't do that! It was mine!"

"No, it was mine!"

"Mine!"

"Mine!"

"Mine!"

"Mine!"

The Battle of the Biscuits, a famed argument between James and Sirius, was currently the hot topic in the Hogwarts kitchens. Of course, no-one knew of its existence except for the Marauders and the house elves. All this was about to change as Lily entered the kitchens. The poor girl took one look at the two seventh-years and clapped her hand to her mouth, eyes widening in undisguised shock.

Unaware as they were of Lily's presence, James and Sirius continued battling over the biscuits. At her limit, Lily let out a squeak of laughter before returning her hand to its original position. Startled, the two boys looked up, rather resembling owls, and dropped the biscuit immediately.

The Head Boy stood up at once, almost falling over his own feet. Running his hand through his hair, a common habit when he was nervous, James managed to stutter, "Uh, uh, Evans! Who are you?"

No, James Potter wasn't the smartest of people when confronted after the Battle of the Biscuits. It was common knowledge (to the Marauders, at least) that this ongoing 'war' required an extreme amount of brainpower.

In response to this question, Lily raised an eyebrow while staring bewilderedly at the boys. Her mind was whirling as she contemplated upon one of two actions. She was really wondering if she should punch the living daylights out of the two dimwits or speak rationally to them so as to get them out of their trance. Considering the fact that she had punched Potter about ninety-six times in the past few days, and mind you, this was no exaggeration, she decided upon the latter of the two choices.

"What in the name of Merlin were you two doing? And I thought you were seventh-years! I was obviously mistaken. Goodness me, could you be any more immature?"

You got that right. Spot on, in fact, if you understood that to be Lily's excessively rational way of speaking.

At this, a heated quarrel began between Lily and James. As Sirius cowered under the table, he could clearly see their faces getting increasingly red, and so, in a desperate attempt to catch their attention, took out his wand and waved it frantically.

The next few moments were a blur to all those present. As Sirius finished muttering the spell, Lily and James were pushed together by an invisible force, whereby they began kissing. Well, 'a touch of the lips' was really more appropriate.

Aghast, Lily pushed James away, her hand once again flying to her mouth. She glared vehemently at both Sirius and James before stomping off angrily.

Sirius climbed to his feet, laughing and shaking his head continuously. His friend, however, was engrossed in sending him death glares.

"What did you do that for Padfoot? You know she doesn't want to be kissed!"

"Um, I thought you wanted to snog her senseless though!" Sirius asked, a little surprised.

Again, the finger-running-through-hair action commenced.

"Yeah, but not now! Not when she's so mad at me!"

In defence of his actions, Sirius raised his hands with a slightly frightened look on his face.

"Sorry, mate! Didn't mean to hurt her! Really! Now how about we get some cake?"

Chuckling slightly, James could only think about how much his best friend loved his food. Of course, there was the slight matter of the hot-tempered Head Girl to deal with…

After the little incident in the kitchen, James snuck in quietly into the Heads' Tower. Glancing around, he noticed the dismal absence of Lily, and made his way to the bathroom. As he washed his hands, he noticed a pair of strangely clear things sitting in a container full of a liquid of sorts. Bending his head while wiping his hands on his shirt, James peered at the things curiously. He poked at one of the two objects gingerly, and to his immense surprise, found that it was soft! His lips curved upwards as he continued poking at the two objects, amused at the springing action that occurred after he had pushed it down.

Goodness, I might as well just take these! Merlin knows that Evans probably doesn't need them!

Struck by sudden inspiration, James escaped with the little container within the confines of his hand. After dipping his fingers in and out for approximately an hour, he blew out the candle and went to sleep. It seemed like only minutes later when he had to wake up, due to an extremely rude knocking on his door.

"What is it, Evans?" he opened the door, muttering obscenities under his breath.

The girl tapped her foot impatiently while squinting at James.

"I said, have you seen where my contacts are?"

"Pontacts? What the hell are pontacts?"

Lily stared at him in a manner that made him rethink his answer. Of course, his new answer was exactly the same as his original answer. She turned around and stomped off angrily, face bright red with indignation.

James rubbed his face tiredly. It seemed as though she'd been doing a lot of the walking off lately. Women were so hard to live with sometimes!

And that was when he heard the abrupt thud of a collision, and Lily's body fell to the floor with a highly audible thump!

"Evans!"

Panicking, James out of his room and helped Lily to her feet, acutely conscious of the developing bruise on her forehead.

"Can't you walk away from a door and NOT walk into another one?" James asked, exasperated.

"Well, it's not my fault that I can't see anything, is it? I've lost my contacts!"

"Contacts? What exactly are they, Evans? And don't you walk away again, because you know you'll break your neck once you've fallen down the stairs!"

Rubbing her forehead, Lily told him what contacts were, and why she needed them. As she gave him a description of the so-called contact lenses, James' face paled rather quickly.

"Uh, hold on a minute, alright?" And without another word, he rushed to his room to retrieve the two objects he had been fiddling with earlier on.

"Say, Evans, are you blind?"

No, James had most certainly gotten over his Battle of the Biscuits. In fact, he was only ever lacking of tact when he was around the resident redhead of Hogwarts.

Lily shot him an intense glare, while snapping, "Are you?"

"Well, it's just that I think I may have what you're looking for."

James handed the container to Lily and shielded his face with his arm, afraid of getting his facial features mauled by the Head Girl. The long-awaited slap never came though.

"Thanks Potter. May I ask what you were doing with these in the first place?"

Let's just say that although the slaps never came, a whole bag of punches were thrown at the defenceless James Potter!

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