"Go away or I'll jab this pencil into your eye socket," Lily hissed at James who was leaning over her shoulder while she was writing a paper for Potions.

"Evans, just lighten up. I just want to talk to you," he said, trying to sound like he didn't actually think she would stab him in the eye.

I glanced up from my book about Quiditich, which I was reading for sheer enjoyment since I didn't play the sport, to see Lily thrust her pencil upwards and James barely jump out of the way.

"Lily!" I cried at her. She glared in my direction.

"Don't say anything Sophie. He totally deserved it," she snapped.

James gaped at her. "I did not!"

Lily jumped to her feet, tossing her book, paper and pencil onto the floor. "You did so! All you do is find new ways to torment me! I was sitting here minding my own business when you sneak around behind me and start whispering about how gorgeous my bras are, when you haven't even seen them…" She started before just letting out a scream and stomping up to the dormitory.

"Why is she so spastic?" he asked me, still gazing up at the staircase, a look of awe on his face.

I shrugged and went back to my book. "Maybe if you were more of a gentlemen and less of an annoy little ass she'd be less likely to stab pencils in your direction."

James whirled around and stared at me, his mouth wide open. "What? What did you say?"

"Don't be so surprised, it's common sense," I scoffed.

James shook his head, looking utterly confused before starting up the stairs to the boys dormitory. I heard him call for Sirius before the door closed behind him, silencing any other voices from inside.

I settled back into my armchair, turning to page to a chapter about the origin of the golden snitch. I was all settled back into my book that I didn't even hear Lily sneak back down the stairs.

"He makes me so angry," she gasped, smoothing out a wrinkle in her paper.

"I know," I answered automatically, not looking up.

I heard Lily flip her pages back open to whatever chapter she was on and begin writing again.

"I mean," she began again. I put down my book to listen. "It wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't constant, all the time annoying things coming out of his mouth. He never shuts up! It's always 'Lily, your boobs look great today' or 'Lily, I learned a new trick with my tongue, want to see?' It's never anything nice or sincere,"

I nodded occasionally. Lily was always venting about James, Isabelle and I saw it as our duty to listen and nod and only give advice when it was asked for.

"Am I a bitch? I mean, to him of course," Lily asked as she stared at me, awaiting an answer.

I pressed my lips together, trying to think of what to say. I wasn't sure to be honest. Lily was my best friend, but I didn't exactly think how she treated James qualified her for saint-ship.

"Maybe you should sit him down and have an adult conversation with him. One without all the screaming and pencil jabbing," a voice said behind us causing us to turn around.

Remus was sitting at his usual chair in the corner of the common room. He was writing a paper, occasionally turning pages in a huge textbook. The chair was black, the only piece of furniture in the Gryffindor common room that wasn't red or gold. It had several patches on it and was well worn and faded. Somehow, between Remus's quiet tendencies and the chair's unlikely comfort, they suited each other.

"An adult conversation. With James Potter?" Lily laughed.

Remus shrugged. "You ought to try it, he might surprise you."

Lily's laughter rang out through the room, startling a pair of tiny first years. She put a hand to her mouth, muffling her giggles before turning to back to Remus, who wasn't smiling.

"James Potter has never had the ability to surprise me. He's completely predictable in all his immature, childish ways," she said, holding back laughter.

Remus sighed, closing his book and making his way over to us. "If you'd just try…"

But Lily was already heading up to the boys dormitory, leaving Remus and I alone in the empty common room.

"Do you actually think James has the ability to say something that isn't offensive to Lily?" I said, trying not to smile as I heard her footsteps fade as she entered the dormitory.

He sunk down into the couch, grimacing as he adjusted to the firmer pillows that what were on his chair. "I guess. He says some pretty unbelievable things when she's not around."

I nodded slowly, not sure if I believed him. I closed my Quiditich book, placing it on my lap. Remus was looking at him, a half smile on his face.

"What?" I said hurriedly, brushing my hands over my face incase some stray ink or faerie dust (from Care of Magical Creatures) had found it's way onto my nose.

He shook his head quickly, turning back to the fireplace. "Nothing. Just…do you and Isabelle answer everything completely automatically, like robots?"

I shrugged, laughing a bit. "I guess. It seems like it now."

Remus looked back at me, I was taken aback at the seriousness in his eyes. "Maybe if you told her what you really thought, she'd have settled this whole thing with James a while ago."

I bit my lower lip, unsure of what to say. "Do you have an answer for everything, Remus?" I said slowly.

He looked back into the fire, refusing to meet my gaze. "Most things, just the simple things I guess."