It was safe to say that Marlene was back to her old, dippy self. I woke up this morning to her humming 'the sun will come out tomorrow' as she slammed down the toilet lid in the bathroom, ran the tap then came striding out, a bright smile on her face.
"You know, one of these days the porcelain will crack on that bog and then what will you do?" I mumbled darkly, making her jump and spin round.
"Lily! I didn't think you'd be up at this time!"
"I'm not. I'm just going to go back to sleep. Night."
With that, I rolled over and didn't surface again until midday.
Hey, it's Saturday, and I'll do with it what I will. No-one else seems to mind especially. Petunia always hated it when I stumbled into the kitchen at half eleven, still in my pyjamas, and if it annoys her then that's fine with me. So it's become kind of a habit.
Only as I shuffled sleepily through the common room, eyes half closed and hair still in its rat-bag, loose bed-time ponytail, I hear a voice call out to me, "Hey, Evans!"
Surprise, surprise, it was Potter and Black and some other dude I didn't know. After looking them up and down, I yawned as though the mere sight of them bored me then continued to walk wearily towards the portrait hole. It's a new tactic I've discovered, when people try to be all threatening and stuff I just act like they bore me to pieces. It unnerves them no end.
Potter, clearly, wasn't one to be put off by that. He put out a hand to stop me. "What the hell is wrong with you? You look like you just got punched in the eyes."
"Well, gee, thanks so much!" I snapped at him. I mean, I know my eyes are kind of black because I didn't take off my eye-make up last night, but really! I turned away to go, but he caught me on the shoulder again. Berk.
"No, Evans, don't go. Who's been punching you, eh? Want me to sort them out for you?" I stared at him in unflattering disbelief.
"Are you serious?"
"Nope, that's me," quipped Black, grinning at me. I scowled at the pair of them, but especially at Potter.
"You're wasting my time." I said, nice and cool, "I'm going."
And so I went.
And walked straight into a table.
You know, Potter and Black can laugh really loudly when they want to. I mean, it's still ringing in my ears.
Oh, God…
At least Marlene was sympathetic, that's all I can say.