I think I'm going insane.
Really.
Not being nosy? What was I thinking! I am the nosiest person in the world! It drives me crazy if I don't know what Mum's making for dinner! But somehow I came to the conclusion that I could stand not asking about some super secret ---hey, that alliterates! --- thing that James wasn't telling me!
Scratch my previous comment. I already was insane.
I'm just going more insane.
"… isn't that right, Ms. Evans?" comes Professor McGonagall's voice from somewhere north of me. Oh damn, I'm in class, aren't I (I really am insane)?
"Er--- yeah, perfectly true!" I say. That was a good one. I'm good. I rock. I rule. Oh, wait, we're in Transfiguration--- I stink at Transfiguration. I stink. I suck. I---
"Do you even have any idea what I was saying, Ms. Evans?" says McGonagall, rolling her eyes.
"Well… kind of?" I say. Uh-oh.
McGonagall narrows her eyes at me, and then (thank gawd) continues her lecture. I guess I should pay attention, considering, you know, I stink at Transfiguration, and listening might actually help a bit. Well, probably not, considering I've been listening religiously for years and I still have trouble turning matches into needles, but I might as well listen anyways. Just for fun. Wait a second, for fun? Insanity.
"…and this particular human transfiguration spell must be nonverbal."
I hate nonverbal spells… bad incident in sixth year, don't ask.
"But why must it be nonverbal, Professor McGonagall?" pipes up Peter Pettigrew.
Excellent question! I've never really understood why some spells don't work when said verbally; it honestly doesn't make any sense. I'd ask, but, you know, I'm Head Girl; it'd look bad if I didn't know this stuff. I mean, third years would probably understand it, and their stupid little buggers. Crap. I just called myself stupid. I guess I already knew I was, though, so no matter. I'm stupid, I'm insane… my life is so pitiful.
Professor McGonagall is looking at Peter with pity, which is weird and uncharacteristic, but whatever. As long as she gets to the explaining part, I won't complain. "Because, dear, nonverbal spells are used when less power is needed. If used verbally, the transfiguration of a finger to a toothbrush, for instance, may cause the finger to disappear completely. Does that make sense?" she asks kindly.
YES, IT DOES! I GET IT! I GET IT! OH MY FREAKING GAWD, I GET IT!
Holy mother of toothbrushes, did I say that out loud! Did I scream that out loud!
The entire classroom is staring at me like I'm insane (which I know that I am, but they're not supposed to!). But this is worse than just randomly yelling things out in the middle of class; I'm admitting that I didn't get it before! Which is bad!
Suddenly, James bursts into laughter and falls off his chair. That bastard. The rest of the class turns to stare at him, leaving me sitting here, mortified. I did not just do that.
I look at the clock. Only one more minute until the bell rings. Times not playing jokes on me now! HAHA!
You know what, never mind. It is. How long can sixty seconds possibly take! I'll busy myself by chucking my things into my bag.
Thirty more seconds. Holy crap this is taking forever. RING YOU STUPID BELL! RING!
Looking helplessly around the classroom, I realize that James is lying on the floor limply, shaking with silent laughter. What a loser. At least he distracted the rest of the class from staring at me.
Muuuuuuuurrrrrp.
THE BELL! THANK GAWD!
Shoving Peter out of my way, I sprint out of the classroom. Must. Get. AWAY!
"Lily! Hey, LILY!"
Turning around, I realize that James must have picked himself up off the floor. Where he had been laughing at me. Bastard. Turning around, I continue to walk briskly towards my destination, which is…? Anywhere. Just anywhere.
"Lily!" yells James, catching up with me. It's those damn long legs of his. I hate long legs. Stupid laughing, long-legged person who I happen to be going out with!
"What?" I say in an angry and terrifying voice. All right, it wasn't angry or terrifying at all, because I'm not really angry at James, I'm just frustrated. About the whole nosy thing. Oh, and the random outburst I just had.
Catching sight of my face, which is trying its hardest to muster up some anger into it; James screws up his face, fighting back what I can only assume are furious peals of laughter. Darn you, James Potter. Darn you.
"Listen, Lily," says James in an odd, I'm-holding-back-my-laughter-so-you-won't-get-mad-voice. "I was just--- do you want to---"
I roll my eyes. "Go ahead," I tell him resentfully. He really does look funny.
James bursts into laugher (yet again) making a strange "caw"-ing noise, and bending over double. People all around the hall are turning to stare at us. Oh joy.
I lean against the corridor wall and fold my arms, watching James wipe tears out of his eyes. "Done?" I ask, as he momentarily pauses.
"Yeah," he says, panting. "Yeah"--- he giggles in a very un-James-ish way--- "I'm all right."
"Good. What is it you wanted to ask me?"
"Oh. Right. I was just wondering if you were busy after patrols tonight. There's something I want to show you."
Ohh! Could this be the mysterious mystery that I, un- nosy Lily am not able to solve? "Nope, I'm not busy!" I say eagerly. "What is it that you want to show me?"
"Oh, nothing much," he says nonchalantly, eyes sparkling, as he smoothes out some wrinkles on his shirt.
Hmm…
"Well, I've best be off," says James. "Meeting Sirius in the kitchens." And with that, he leans in, gives me a quick kiss, and goes striding down the corridor, with a bit of a swagger.
Darn that boy. Oh well, I'd rather find out tonight that never. He'd better be showing me that … secret… thing. Or else. But really, would I know if he didn't? Ah well, as long as he shows me something secret… ish… or tells me what he and the Marauders have been up to, then I won't care.
Setting off, I walk down the corridor with a bit of a swagger myself.
A/N: Just to let you all know, some of these… incidents… are based on real-life situations that I, myself, have experienced… don't expect me to tell you which, though, heheh. I've got a couple more chapter ideas in mind, but I think I'll be ending it pretty soon… unless any of you have some more ideas for chapters? Let me know!
Emmanuelle Lisselle Grey--- Nope, no studying going on for the Marauders on that night... hehe … but don't worry, I'm planning on having James explain it all to Lily in the next few chapters, before she explodes. Janine--- Thanks for letting me know! I make the weirdest typos, haha. Briee--- Yep… I'm trying to stretch the whole "tell-me-now" period as long as I can, but James'll tell her everything soon enough.
Thanks to Chuito, Heiress-To-The-Dark-Throne, tee hee, Hurleygurl, MissMarauder5, and The All Mighty and PowerfulM for reviewing!
Review!
