Chapter 2—Torture for a Book Worm

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"Ok, Harry, now, I thought that encounter would be the last time I would see your Daddy, but, boy, was I wrong."

Lily packed up her bag as quickly as she could. She wanted to be the first student to class. She loved school in the muggle world, and she knew she would love classes here, where she could actually practice her peculiarities. Once her things were in order she rushed out of the room and down the stairs. She pushed past people on her way down, and some of them yelled back at her, but most just rolled their eyes.

It hadn't taken long for them all to become familiar with Lily Evans, the Gryffindor who acted like a Ravenclaw. It didn't make any sense why she would be sorted into Gryffindor. She had already read Hogwarts, A History and the full text of the Arithmancy book. It had only been three days! And now they were getting ready for their first classes and she was the first one out the door. Big surprise.

On her way out of the portrait, she barely recognized the hazel eyes and black messy hair of a certain boy. She tried to ignore it, but she couldn't help the rising anger. She hurried to try to get some air on her face, maybe that would help, or at least she hoped.

She had been so happy when she was sorted into Gryffindor, and then she had switched emotions almost instantly when the name 'Potter, James' was called and several girls near her sighed. The nail in the coffin, however, was when the ruff voice of the sorting hat said, "Gryffindor." Several people cheered, but Lily just crossed her arms.

Now, she was on a more important mission, than thinking about a silly boy. And yet, she found herself thinking about him anyway. Sure, he was cute, she even fancied herself with him in some small corner in her mind, but then she remembered how horrible he had been, and how he had deliberately been evil to her. Then, she had no doubt about what she felt for James Potter.

As her thoughts went in circles, it took no time for her to make it to the Charms classroom. She took a deep breath and then opened the door. What she saw made her smile. No one was there yet.

She found a seat right in the middle of the classroom and sat down her stuff on the table. As she looked around she saw that the room was quite small and curve shaped. The seats had been arranged in a circular formation the match the room and her seat was right even with the teacher's desk. She was so pleased she couldn't help herself. She pulled out her parchment with her schedule scribbled on it. Charms was taught by Professor Flitwick and this class was reserved for First Year Gryffindors and Hufflepuff. Ravenclaw and Slytherin were in the next class no doubt.

She thought of all the things she would be able to learn in this class and she felt a rush of excitement in her stomach. She had read so much about Wizards and Witches, but she had never actually seen magic at work. The only time she had seen anything peculiar at all was when her sister had angered her at breakfast and her cup blew up. But Lily was certain that was not her fault, and even if it was she hadn't meant to.

Soon, other people walking in to the room disrupted her. She didn't look up, however. She was too busy reading her Charms book. Just as she was reading about a very interesting charm that enabled a person to summon anything, she was disrupted again by someone sitting down beside her.

"Hi, Evans."

Oh Merlin's Beard.

Lily looked up from her book and saw the face she least wanted to see. "Potter." He was smiling widely and putting his feet up on the desk. "Do you just live to torment me or this some kind of scheme to get me to do your homework for you?"

"Sorry to disappoint, but the other seats are taken." He smiled widely and she grimaced.

"Bull, Potter, not even half the class is here yet."

"Yes, but I have to sit in the center of the room, or else all the pretty girls won't be able to see me."

She rolled her eyes, he laughed.

"Come on, Evans, get a sense of humor!"

"So it's the first assumption then?" He was clearly not here for homework help.

"First assumption?" she looked up into the face of Sirius Black, a fellow First Year who tagged along with James everywhere. "What the heck does first assumption mean?"

"A little too late to enter the conversation, Sirius," James said as he rubbed his temple.

"In other words, get a life," Lily said with a nod to the only empty seat in the room, which was next to Emmeline Vance. He huffed and then walked away.

"Why are you so mean to him?" James' voice came from beside her.

She looked back over at Sirius. He was crossing his arms and moving his seat as far away from Emmeline as possible. She on the other hand was looking at him longingly. "Two words, Potter, conceit and stupidity."

"He's not really stupid, he just pretends to be."

"And like you would know the difference," she said felling very proud of herself. At that moment, though, she was interrupted by the appearance of their teacher. She was shocked at first at his appearance. He was a short stubby big eared creature with a big smile. She was trying to listen to what he was saying, but James wouldn't stop talking to her.

"You know you might actually be surprised by how smart I can be."

She couldn't help it she had to respond.

"The only surprise will be my foot in your arse, if you don't shut up," she whispered.

"Fiesty. You know, you might want to stop that or you'll never get friends. Or do you think that those books are enough solace?"

In the background, Professor Flitwick was speaking, but she was so angry she had completely forgotten about him.

"Screw you."

"Dirty mouth as well. That at least I can appreciate."

"Do you live to drive people crazy?"

"No, I just want to know how you do it."

"How I do what?"

"Pretend that you actually care about this stuff. All he's talking about is the new year, and how he wants us to feel comfortable, blah blah blah."

"Well, you wouldn't know that would you, since you aren't listening."

"Neither are you."

"Well, at least I'm trying!" She yelled and immediately regretted it.

"Miss Evans, do you have something to share with the class?" Professor Flitwick asked in his little voice.

"No, Professor, I was simply—" she began but someone cut in.

"She was helping me. I had a question but I didn't want to disturb you." Potter.

"Oh," Flitwick said, looking anxious. He didn't know what to say exactly. "Well, hold it until after class next time, Mr. Potter."

"Yes, sir."

Flitwick went back to his lesson and Lily finally let out the breath she didn't know she was holding. She decided to chance a look at James, but she regretted it once she had. He was looking at her with his silly grin. His apparent conceit was all over his face. He knew he had done a service to her, and she knew he would never let her forget it.

"And that is how my first year at Hogwarts began. Fun, right?"

Harry just giggled.

A/N: Ok, that is another chapter. I am so excited at the response to this story! I hope you guys enjoy this chapter as much as the last one. Thanks for reading, and please review!