A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Writing Club February

Disney Challenge: 3. "It would be so nice if something would make sense for a change."

Angel's Archive: 13 - Mr. Right - (trait) Eccentric

Lyric Alley: 27- You're way off base I won't say it

Word Count: 693

Lily Evans stared at the common room. She had just walked through the portrait hole and was greeted by this sight. All the chairs, the sofa, and one of the scarlet rugs had all been turned into a strange shade of peacock blue. One of the chairs actually had a full tail of feathers standing up from behind it. She sighed. Lately it was always something. She dropped her bag onto the floor.

"What happened?" she asked, looking around. The only person in the common room was Peter. She was shocked James and Sirius were nowhere to be seen. They were almost always behind the nonsense.

"Um, well, see, like," he started to say. Lily narrowed her emerald eyes. "Okay, okay, it was James and Sirius," he finally blurted out. Lily felt herself roll her eyes. It was always those two, wasn't it? Although why peacock blue? And what was with the feathers?

"What exactly were they trying to accomplish this time? Make the furniture talk and tell me go out with James?" she asked. Usually the insanity involved some absolutely moronic way for James to ask her out. Maybe if he'd just straight up ask, nicely, she might say yes. Giving her a headache with nonsense was not the way to get on her good side. She wondered how long it would take James to figure that out.

"Wow, that's a great plan," James stated, walking through the portrait hole. "Maybe I should try that next. No, this actually has nothing to do with you, for once, Evans."

"Oh, so you're setting up things for your date with the giant squid then? Make her feel more at home in a blue room?" Lily asked. Peter shook his head and scampered from the room. It seemed like whenever Lily and James got into it, there was always at least one casualty. He really didn't want this hair accidentally turned pink again.

"No, no, you've got it all wrong. See, this is for Sirius!"

"Wait, what? It would be so nice if something would make sense for a change," she muttered.

"Okay, I was going to ask you out by making everything your favorite color," James started to explain. Lily sighed.

"Which you know is lilac, not blue."

"Right, so I was trying to get the spell just right and then Sirius came in and he started about this bloke he knows who keeps peacocks."

"Lucius Malfoy?" Lily asked. "Severus mentioned the family kept those noisy creatures. He doesn't care for them either."

"Who cares what Snivelus likes or does like, back to what I was saying. Well, he said the word peacock and I got this brilliant-"

"Idiotic," Lily interrupted. "And I care what Severus thinks. He at least isn't trying to enchant furniture in some moronic attempt to ask me out."

"Yes, well, so I was trying to transfigure the furniture to be actual peacocks because I thought it would be hilarious for a flock of peacocks to follow Sirius around. Don't you think that would be awesome?"

"And once again, things making sense would be a novel idea around here, wouldn't it?" Lily asked, through gritted teeth. One of the chairs made a loud squawking noise. Not for the first time, she wondered if she couldn't petition the Sorting Hat to put her somewhere, anywhere, else. Maybe the Ravenclaw common room was quieter? At least it wouldn't have James in it.

"But, imagine, Lily! A flock of peacocks following Sirius around!" James exclaimed, waving his arms. Lily sighed. Out of all the idiotic things... this had to be one of the top the.

"I am, and then I'm imagining them attacking you. Oh, that is a lovely thought. Change it back, James."

"And you'll go out with me?"

"No. I won't actually transfigure it into peacocks and have them chase you," Lily snapped. James sighed, waved his wand and returned the common room back to its proper colors. Lily grabbed her back and headed up to her dorm wondering if she'd ever have a day where nothing odd, strange, insane, or related to James Potter would happen. She highly doubted it.