Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter(TM), and in no way affiliated with JK Rowling. I'm not an actor in any of the movies, and I don't live in England. I don't know any actors, and all I gain from this is the pain of writers' block. Thank you, and have a nice day.
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Uwaa, I really need to write more. That's why this chapter was painfully written so that it will be long... (1200 words per chapter is awfully short o.o)
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Chapter Three: Lily's feelings
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"REMUUUS!! What's the difference between a moonstone and bezoar? Stupid potions homework, I don't know how Lily does it!" James scratched his head in puzzlement. "And what the hell does meteorite properties have to do with anything?"
Remus was sitting on the red carpeted floor of the common room, next to Peter. They were playing wizards' chess, and Remus seemed to be winning. With a cry of 'Die, foul minion!', his queen had annihilated another of Peter's pawns, making him jump with fright at the sound of the piece falling down onto the board.
"Noooo! My pawn! You killed my last pawn! Oh, woe! Oh, curse this world! I'll live no longer!! My pawnnn!!!" Peter sobbed. He seemed to protect them all dearly, despite the fact that both his knights had been killed, along with his rooks, one of his bishops and his queen. They sat neatly in a row beside the chessboard, the queen shaking her fist at Peter and screaming, "Traitorrr! You were meant to protect me!!"
At that moment, Sirius decided to run downstairs at the sound of Peter's sobs.
"Porn? Peter has porn? Why didn't you tell me Peter? WHY?!"
"Shut up, Sirius. We're playing chess. Anyway, shouldn't you be doing potions homework?"
Sirius grinned.
"...Oh god. You did something weird again, didn't you, Sirius?" Remus said, backing away.
"No, I just used my initiative. James, to let you know, the answers to all your questions are on page 302 in 'Advanced Potion Making'."
James pounced for his book like a hungry dog, flipping furiously at the pages. When he finally got to page 302, his face fell a bit. The whole page was one big paragraph of tiny, size-8 typing, and he got a terrible headache just looking at the words. Try as he could, he couldn't even read most of the stuff in there. 'Place the stomache of the capra hircus into the pewter bowl, and take the extract of nelumbo nucifera. Expect the neupria to be ready within a few moons... '
"Padfoot you dickhead! What is this crap?" James said in disbelief.
"You're supposed to use magic to get rid of all the stuff you don't need! You just have to get rid of 8 words, then skip two, then another 8 words, and then skip two." Sirius rolled his eyes. "Duhhh."
James tried it, and gave a high-pitched squeal of delight, "Sirius, I love you mate."
Remus raised his eyebrows. "How did you know that would work? It's not like there's a particular pattern, is there?" Sirius gave him another grin. He didn't know how, but Sirius had been getting extremely lucky with homework answers lately. Meanwhile, Peter was dejected that Remus had stopped playing chess with him, so he figured he might as well stop too. After packing up his chess set, Peter went up to the dormitory and back down again, and bumped into Lily Evans on his way back to the common room.
"O-Oh. Uh - Um - Er - Hi, Lily." Peter said uncomfortably. He was always bashful around girls, being the timid ratty person he was. "J-Jameslikesyou," He squealed.
Lily raised an eyebrow. "Did he tell you to talk to me or something? He's such a wuss, why doesn't he just talk to me on his own?"
"Um... doyou... like...James?" Peter went bright red, as if it was him he was talking about. To his horror, Lily turned red as well. Peter thought that when people turned red, it meant they were angry with him. He obviously couldn't see his own expression right then, and he squeaked a tiny apology - "Actuallynevermind!!! Sorryforbumpingintoyou!!" Peter ran off as fast as his short legs would carry him, leaving Lily to stand in the corridor, thinking over what the boy had said.
"Do I like James Potter?" She pondered.
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As they sat in the Transfiguration classroom, the Marauders heard the noisy chatter of their classmates drifting around. It was the first lesson of the day, Monday morning. Right before the lesson started; it was the noisiest time of the week, friends catching up with each other, girls exchanging gossip, everyone well rested and ready for another week of work. James, Remus, Peter and Sirius sat at the back of the classroom, where they always sat. This was so that McGonagall couldn't see any of the antics they got up to, and James could keep an eye on Lily, who always sat two rows in front of him. She never moved, so James sat in the same seat every time as well. This was going to be one hell of another boring transfiguration class...
Halfway through the class (in which they were all attempting to transfigure pigeons into doves), James cried out. All heads turned to his direction, and after about 5 seconds, Lily's head turned too, a look of annoyance on her face.
"Bloody... bird... keeps biting me..." He was in the midst of strangling it, causing many of the girls to giggle. To Lily's surprise, she found herself giggling as well. She stopped abruptly and continued with the task at hand - she didn't want stupid Potter to think his antics were funny, because they weren't.
"Yes Lily. That was not funny. Potter is an idiot. Yes he is Lily. Breathe in, breathe out. Lily hates Potter's guts, yes you do," Lily muttered to herself under her breath.
After the lesson, James was laughing alongside his friends as they headed off to their next class. His stupid friends, equally as stupid as he is. Lily thought. Well, except for Remus Lupin. He was okay... but Potter looked so much more handso- She cursed. Do not think those kind of thoughts, Lily. You hate Potter. More than anything in the world. She ran to the toilets to calm herself.
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"Stupid Potter! I hate his guts! Why doesn't he just go and... kill himself?! Or something! Stupid Potter stupid Potter stupid Potter!" She yelled at the mirror. "Always sticking up for his friend Black even though he does such idiotic things! Why?! Stupid Potter!" This was actually making her feel better! "Lily Evans, you hate James Potter! In fact, if you had a knife, you'd throw it at him!" Lily smiled. Great, she was talking to herself now. But if it would make her get rid of all the James Potter related thoughts in her head, it was worth it!
With and contented look on her face, she walked out of the bathroom, where - to her horror - the very man she'd just been screaming at was.
"Hey Lils!" He called out when he saw her.
"What is it, Potter?" She scowled menacingly.
"I was wondering if you would go to Hogsmeade with me this -"
"Get lost."
Stupid Potter. Just when she'd gotten her mind clear of him, he just had to come and ask her out... for about the twentieth time this week.
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That very night, Sirius, Peter, Remus and James made their way to the girls' toilets on the second floor underneath the invisibility cloak. It wasn't made for four people, so they kept stepping on each other's feet. When they finally arrived (which seemed like after years), Remus casted a soundproofing spell on the walls of the toilet, and as soon as he dropped his arm by his side, Peter yelped. Very, very loudly.
"My poor tootsies! Sirius' feet are very bony! He should get those moisturizer creams that soften the skin or whatever! I think I broke a toenail," Peter sobbed. The other three marauders raised their eyebrows. Who knew Peter could be so... gay?
At that moment, Peter's sobs were silenced by the Moaning Myrtle's entrance. She looked rather gleeful, or maybe it was just them. After all, she looked so gloomy most of the time, you'd think she was having a grand time even if she had a blank face on!
"I feel so sorry for you, Jamesy! Evans doesn't really like you much, does she? I caught her yelling at the mirror today, saying 'Stupid Potter! Stupid Potter!' You know, I really think she hates you. She doesn't go to the loo with her friends, you know. Oh, and she recommends that 'He should just go kill himself!'" When quoting Lily, Myrtle put on a high girlish voice, as if Lily was some kind of life-sized barbie doll. She looked at James with eyes of mock sadness. "Poor, poor Jamesy! You know, you should get over her and get some other girlfriend!" she shrieked.
"I need to get going now, Marauderies! Thanks for the mission, I feel so aliiiiive! Just call me if you want anything else, okay? Myrtle is always wanting to help!" Seeing James' saddened face, she added, "Oh, and Jamesy? Don't go near Evans in potions class for a while. She might stab you with her knife." With that, the ghost disappeared.
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Author's Notes: D: I can't let it drag on, because then my creative flow seems to suffer. Oh well. Stay tuned for the next chapter! Read and Review! Make me happy! Yayyy! (...I made them all so OOC )