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A/N: Here's chappie number two. I hope you like it.
Chapter 2: Note passing
A month has passed since the last time we came upon Lily and James. Lily has been in a funk for the past week. She cries easily, and never smiles. She hides in the library or her room. She doesn't talk to anyone unless she absolutely has to and she barely ever raises her hand in class. James is starting to get worried.
This morning he is running late. He hops out of his room, trying to get his other shoe on. Lily is sitting on the couch, staring at the fire. She is all dressed, but does not get up to go to breakfast. James vaults over the couch and lands next to her. She doesn't even flinch.
"Hey Lilly-Billy." She doesn't even look up at him. "You coming down to breakfast?" She nods, still not looking at him. He gets up and she doesn't move. He stands there waiting for a moment.
"You go on. I'll catch up." She says quietly, her eyes still boring into the fire. James shrugs and leaves through the portrait hole. Lily does not get up.
She sits there for hours and then gets up. Her eyes are hard and empty of everything, except a small glimmer of hope in the corner. Climbing out of the portrait hole, she walks to an unknown destination, where she lies and sleeps, preparing for the trial ahead.
A/N: Sirius' handwriting, Remus' handwriting, James' handwriting, and Slughorn's handwriting.
Where's Lily?
I don't know. You're the one who lives with her. Now don't pass notes in class! I'm trying to pay attention.
What are you guys talking about?
Nothing Sirius.
Leaving me out of the note. Hmph.
The puppy dog eyes aren't going to work on me Padfoot.
He can't find Lily.
Moony!
What? I'm not immune to the puppy dog eyes! He's really good at them!
That's because he's a dog. You just have to make sure you don't look right at him when he's doing it.
Ha!
Oh damn it!
Now I know your secret! Mwahahaha!
Padfoot stop laughing maniacally! Moony stop laughing at him, laughing maniacally.
I can't help it.
Padfoot stop laughing at Moony, who's laughing at you, laughing maniacally. My head hurts. SLUGHORN'S LOOKING THIS WAY!
Nice one. Ruining our fun. Write to yourself to find out where Lily is. I'm out.
Me too. I got all excited about getting ahead of you in the detention contest. I hate you.
Guys? Guys? Oh come on guys, I'm sorry! Really! Besides aren't you guys worried about Lily? I mean she's never missed a class before.
That's true. What was she like this morning?
Well I came out and she was sitting on the couch, just staring into the fire. She didn't move the whole time and she missed breakfast and Charms.
She missed breakfast!
Figures you'd join the conversation when it turned to food.
For your information, I've been following the conversation this whole time.
Yeah. Sure.
Padfoot don't stick your tongue out at Moony. Moony don't encourage him. You two are acting like children! OH MY GOSH! I'M TURNING INTO MY MOTHER!
Prongs stop crying. It's not manly. Padfoot stop laughing or I'll tell James here what you did in his bed last night, to cheer him up.
NO! All right, I surrender!
What did he do?
James stop growling. Let's just say…
NO!
…it involved…
DON'T DO IT MOONY!
…that pretty Hufflepuff…
PLEASE DON'T!
…and no sleeping.
MOONY! HOW COULD YOU!
EWWWWWW! I just got that. Padfoot you freak! Stick to your own bed!
I am no longer a part of this note as it involves the traitor, Moony.
Padfoot, stop growling at me. I'm sorry all right? It was your own fault anyway. If you had just put a silencing charm around the bed like I told you, there wouldn't be a need for me to feel so vindictive.
Fine. I accept your apology. Besides, you know you love me.
You do realize that there may be a time when I need to use that bed again.
Not you too! I don't want to know about your love lives!
Not like that Moony. You know, like on Moony nights.
Oh, right.
So…Lily missed breakfast?
Do you ever stop thinking about food?
Yes. I'm thinking about Lily.
Sure.
I am!
Yeah right.
I am!
Guys, class is over. I'm going to go see if I can find Lily.
How?
I'll use my instincts.
What instincts?
When you love someone this much you get instincts about them.
Okay, bye!
Later!
Later.
Wait, Moony. You get instincts when you love someone a lot?
I don't know. I guess.
Maybe that's how you always know where to find me!
Or maybe it's just the fact that you're predictable.
I am not!
Yes you are.
I am not!
You are too!
As fascinating as the conversation undoubtedly is, I need you to exit my classroom.
Yes, Professor.
Later.
I am not! Ha! I got the last word in! Ha!
Lunatic.
A/N: How'd you like it? Review please!
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