Summary of ch.4: Lily and James spend some time together, under weird circumstances. The mysterious girl who we met on the train is back, and planning something even more mysterious.

A/N: Beware, this chapter contains some anger, and also a lot of Snape. I felt like I had to elaborate on him more, because I am in now way a Snape apologist, sorry but I just can't apologize for him. If you are, doesn't matter, that's not what's important here. :) REWVIEWWWWW!

Positively Angry

There are many different types of anger; see, there is the emotional angry, the type where you can't help but cry and let yourself go.

There's also the violent angry, where all you want to do is kick or punch something, just to let out your anger. However, there is also the silent angry.

This is the worst type of angry, the type where you are so angry that you don't say anything and only stay silent. It's the type of angry that everyone knows to stay away from, because one wrong move around that person could set them off.

(Lily)

As of this moment Lily Evans was positively angry.

The type of angry that didn't make her want to scream, or cry, or kick anything.

It was the type of angry that kept her silent. The silent angry.

She was so angry with her conversation just a few minutes before that she wanted nothing more than to curse the hell out of him.

In this moment, she supposed that maybe, not all good things were meant to last.

(Just a few minutes before)

Lily pushed herself off the wall that currently held herself and James. She straightened out her robes and began, "I'm sorry, I probably interrupted-"

"Wait, what the fuck?" James interrupted and looked at her, his mouth hung open a little.

"Excuse me?" She asked bewildered.

"What is wrong with you?"

"What is wrong with me? I'm sorry but you're the one who just yelled 'what the fuck' to me!" She glared daggers at him, "Are you mad?!"

"No, but I'm starting to realize that you are! So I repeat, what is wrong with you?!"

"I still fail to understand what you mean by that, Potter!" Her hands flew to her hips in a defensive way.

"I mean, why are you apologizing to me, even after all I've done to you?" She stayed silent so he continued, "Do you have to be so bloody perfect like that? What do you get out of it?!"

"I suppose it's because I don't hold idiotic grudges for no reason!"

"What about when I bothered poor old Snivellus then?"

"His name is Severus." She crossed her arms and glared at him some more.

"See there, now you go defending him as if you two were still mates!"

"I am not defending him!"

"Yes! You just did!"

"Are you really turning this into a fight about him?!"

"I- I suppose I am!"

I cannot believe you, Potter!" She turned to walk away before stopping and looking back to him for a second,

"You know, I was quite enjoying staying here with you tonight, to my surprise." She folded her arms again, "Although, I suppose not all good things are meant to last, are they?"

And with that she hurried off, presumably back to the common room, leaving James alone to his thoughts.

He forced himself to think that this was a good thing, he certainly did not need Lily Evans to care about what he did.

And he certainly did not want to be around Lily Evans any longer. At least that's what he forced himself to think.

(Severus)

Severus Snape solemnly walked back to the Slytherin common room, alone. He thought about the events that had just occurred before this very moment:

He had spent the majority of the feast staring at Lily Evans. Though not too much that anyone sitting near him would notice.

He was just idly steal glances in her direction any chance he got, and the few seconds he got to stare longer felt like ages.

Of course Severus Snape wanted to be mates with her again, they had been mates since before Hogwarts, he had been there with her through it all.

It didn't excuse the fact that what he said to her that day in 1974 of their fifth year at Hogwarts, was extremely, horribly, wrong.

The things that occurred that day did not seem to go well for anyone, and Severus thought he had gotten the worst end of it all.

Although his thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of some of his Slytherin friends who seemed to be missing during the beginning portion of the feast.

Mulciber sat across from him and watched as he glanced in the direction of an exceptionally pretty girl on the other side of the table.

"Stalking that girl now are you?" He said raising an eyebrow.

Mulciber glared at him, "I am not stalking anyone in particular, Snape."

"Then why is it I've just seen you two arrive here at the same time, with no explanation?"

"That will only include you, if you choose to join us."

"Join you in what exactly?" Snape lowered his voice, even lower than usual.

"I can't explain right now," Mulciber glanced around the room, "Not with so many ears around us."

"Why are you being so secretive?"

Mulciber growled at him, "I've told you, I can't explain right now."

"Alright, then we'll go somewhere else." He insisted.

"Later, we can't make ourselves too obvious."

"Fine, but I think you already were very suspicious, walking in late like that."

"Sod off, Snape." Mulciber scowled.

After the feast, all houses made their way to their common rooms, except for a few particular students.

"Well then, Mulciber, what is it?" Snape pressed.

"We have a plan." Mulciber kept his tone very quiet, so as to not let any eavesdroppers know what exactly they were talking about.

"Who exactly is we?"

"Our lot, Avery, me, Yaxley, and the girl."

"Alright… what sort of plan is this?"

"It's for all those mudblood nuances that think they have a right to walk around here," the muscles in his jaw tensed, "we should not have to walk the same halls as them." He said the last part with such disgust that Snape raised another eyebrow at him.

"And what exactly do you plan to do?"

"Just meet us at the armor stands on the fourth floor, at eleven- if you're willing to." He added the last part with haste, "let me know by tomorrow if you're in."

With that Mulciber walked away, looking around him before he left, just to make sure no one was watching.

Snape took a deep breath and went his own way as well. He walked through the halls for a while before making his way down to the second floor.

He didn't expect to find anything of particular interest, seeing as it was just on his way down to the Slytherin common rooms.

Though, as he turned the corner on a particular corridor on the second floor, he happened to see two people, whom he did not want to see in the moment.

"Is this a new habit of yours now?" He heard Lily's voice and kept listening for a response.

"Evans, I've always smoked, I just did it away from you." He realized that the second voice belonged to James Potter, the last person he expected to see with Lily Evans.

He peered around the corner to see her lean against the wall with him, "May I?" She said.

He handed the cigarette to her and smiled, and so did she.

Snape looked away, so positively angry at what he had just seen. He quickly walked the other direction and found another way to the Slytherin common rooms.

Snape was so angry he felt like screaming, hurting someone. It was the violent type of angry.

This was a different type of anger than what Lily felt, because unlike Snape, she would never want to hurt someone just to let out her anger. That's where they were different, Snape was never capable of being utterly and completely nice.

While Lily was the complete opposite, she would never hurt someone no matter how angry she was. Even if she was silently angry. The pair were so inexplicably different, polar opposites, and Snape absolutely hated it.

"I'm in." He whispered.

Mulciber looked up at Snape, "Good."

(James)

It may be a surprise to you but, James was angry.

I know, shocking. But he was, he just simply was.

You see, after his argument with Lily, the more he thought about it, the angrier he got. This wasn't the silent angry, or the violent angry, it was more of the emotional angry.

Shocking, I know.

But, James afterall, is only human. He actually felt things. Now, to contradict this, he didn't normally get this angry, he was more or less a "go with the flow" type of bloke.

This time however, he was positively angry. Thinking back to their argument, he just couldn't stop blaming himself.

James didn't particularly care for what Lily thought of him, and he especially didn't care about the arguments they usually had. But this time was different.

This time he felt as though the two of them were simply perfect. There was no bickering, or eye rolls, or anything of that sort.

Whatever was going on in that moment was just… nice. He never thought he'd enjoy being alone with Evans in that way, the two didn't even talk to each other much, it was just a comfortable silence.

It felt inexplicably normal, like they had done it a thousand times before without fail. But of course, James Potter had to go and ruin it, again.

He tried to force himself to think that none of it mattered, but then again, there was still a voice in the back of his head saying that it mattered the most to him.

The voice was quickly silenced.

A/N: Well well well, here we go, another chapter. It's the farthest I've ever gone in a story, you know. I'm quite proud of myself, not to toot my own horn or anything… Anyways here's another chapter! Sorry for ruining their picture perfect moment, but as well all know, not all good things are meant to last. :)

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