AN: Thanks everyone for reviewing and I know it has been a long time, so I added two more chapters. I've been writing and rewriting them to get them as good as I possibly could! It's been really hectic for me with school, dance, competition, volleyball, and now finals. It's summer next week, but I'm going to Italy for two weeks. After that, I'll be home a lot more so I can hopefully update more often! PLEASE REVIEW BECAUSE THE MORE YOU REVIEW, THE MORE I UPDATE.

Chapter 4

Split Personalities

Before I knew it, the weekend had flown by, as with the rest of September. It was two weeks until Halloween, and a Friday. It was Transfiguration, my last lesson of the day. I sat one row in front of the Marauders with Bethany on one side of me, and Shaylene on the other side.

I began to daze off into my own thoughts, until something hit me… literally. I gave them a deep glare and picked up the crumbled paper ball by my feet.

I slowly opened it, then read a note.

Lily,

We need to talk about Brett. Watch him like a hawk.

James

I gave a small 'hmff' and carelessly discarded the note over my shoulder. I was not going to break up with Brett, just for Potter.

The class ended and I walked to the Common Room, talking with my friends about the note.

"He's just stupid," Kristina insisted. "That's all he ever talks about during practice; how this is his last chance to get your heart."

"The only thing he's going to get from me is my nausea. He makes me sick!" I said, as we stepped through the portrait hole and the Fat Lady shut behind us.

Just as we made our way to a maroon sofa by the empty fireplace, it swung open once more. All four troublemakers were laughing together. I glanced up and caught James's eyes. He walked over and I let out a large breath of air.

"Evans, listen," he ordered. I raised an eyebrow at him, and he continued. "We need to talk about Brett."

"No, Potter. You listen. My relationship with him is none of your business and will never be," I shot at him. He looked taken aback, but quickly regained his composure.

"Seriously, we need to talk," he went on. I glared harder.

"No, I don't think we do." I got up and walked out of the room. I didn't know where I was going, but I just kept walking.

I ended up in the Great Hall; I guess I could have an early dinner. I slowly walked across the almost-empty hall and glanced around. Brett was sitting with his best friends, Austin Roley of Hufflepuff, and Scott Hyden and Cooper Pearson of Ravenclaw. Austin had short dark brown hair, green eyes, and was very athletic. Scott had short blond hair, green eyes, and was taller than the others. Cooper had short light brown hair, and dark brown eyes, with a dreamy smile. They were the next four most wanted boys, right after the Marauders. They were surrounded by their normal gang of admirers, so I decided to break them up.

"Brett!" I yelled across the hall, as I ran through the aisle ways. I squished my way through the group of girls and finally ended up next to him.

"Hey Lils, what's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing out of the ordinary; Potter telling me to keep a watch on you." I laughed at the thought. A weak smile appeared on his face, but he widened it, making it look even more unreal. He had achieved the wrong affect.

"You don't need to," he insisted, quickly; a little too quickly. I gave him a strange look, but he looked away.

"So, are you going to Hogsmeade tomorrow?" I asked, quickly bringing up the subject.

"No, sorry," he said and a girl behind me snorted. They still hadn't departed.

I whipped around to see Summer Duval, leader of the 'I-Love-Brett-Johnson' club.

"What is it, Duval?" I asked coldly. She glared back at me and flipped her light brown hair that went to her shoulders. She had freckles dotted across her nose and cheek bones, and cold brown eyes that gave me the chills, yet I glared equally back at her.

"Nothing," she spat.

"Well, if it was nothing, then shut up next time," I hissed. Her best friend then piped up.

"Summer said, it was nothing." It was Jasmine Kaplan, another annoying member of Brett's fan club.

"So, Duval, you finally taught her how to speak," I said, with a smug look on my face. Jasmine and Summer gave me dirty looks then turned on their heel and marched from the room.

"Well, I have to go too. Bye," Brett said. He kissed my cheek, then stood up and followed the girls probably from the Hufflepuff Common Room. I was left behind with his best friends.

"He's been avoiding me lately, what's going on?" I asked them.

A lopsided grin appeared on Austin's face. "He's just been wrapped up with A LOT lately." The two other boys nodded in agreement with equal smiles.

"That's the same excuse he gave me the second day of school." I said. I pondered that for a moment to myself, and the boys excused themselves and followed where Brett had gone.

It was soon dinner time and everyone was talking quickly. As soon as we were about to depart back to the Common Rooms, Dumbledore stood and raised a hand, issuing instant silence.

"I would like to make a joyful announcement," he said, his eyes twinkling all the while. "On Halloween night, we will be hosting our annual Holiday Ball. It will be a costume party, and open to fifth years and above. You may venture into Hogsmeade tomorrow, for ideas, or your outfits. Good luck!"

I smiled wide and glanced over to the Hufflepuff table. Brett wasn't anywhere in sight.

I got up and walked to the Entrance Hall, about to ascend the stairs, when a warm hand touched my shoulder. I twirled around and was staring into deep hazel eyes. They belonged to James Potter.

Just as he opened his mouth to speak, another voice appeared behind him.

"Potty and the Mudblood, how touching," said Severus Snape. He had long greasy black hair, and cold, empty eyes. His only 'friend' was Lucius Malfoy, but he only stayed with Snape for the blood (being a pureblood was all Slytherins cared about) and Snape's money.

"What do you want, Snivelly?" James asked, whipping around to stare him in the eye.

"Well, you see, Lucius is now dating Narcissa Conley, so I have no one to torture, since she used to be my main target." I 'hmffed' loudly and he continued. "The Mudblood would be perfect to fill her spot."

"Watch what comes out of your mouth!" James shot. He whipped out his wand and instantly shot a spell at him. "Scourgify!"

Pink bubbles erupted from his mouth. "Next time, don't say such vulgar things, and I won't have to wash your mouth with soap. I guess, I should probably wash that hair of yours while I'm at it." He raised his wand once more.

"Potter, don't touch him."

"It won't be me touching him, it would be my spell." I looked him deep in the eye and glared. I saw Snape rush off down to the dungeons from the corner of my eye.

James turned back to me, with a half-satisfied look on his face. "Potter, you didn't have to and shouldn't have done that. You're Head Boy and should be setting a good example!"

"Evans, I thought you'd like me sticking up for you! Everyone knows you can't for yourself!"

I gave a cry of frustration then went on. "Potter, you know, you can be so sweet one moment, then a complete jerk the next!" I turned on my heel and dashed to the Common Room.

The next day, I was sitting in one of the horseless carriages with my best mates, on our way to Hogsmeade. As soon as the carriage rolled to a slow stop, I jumped out.

"So, where to?" Kristina asked, hopping out right behind me.

"We need to decide on costumes, for the Ball, so let's hit all of the robe and clothing shops before lunch," Shaylene stated.

"So, are we going with my idea?" Bethany asked hopefully.

"Of course! It's so awesome, how could we do anything else?" said Kristina, as we walked down the cobblestone road.

We raced to the first store and instantly went crazy. They had dress robes of every style, color, and fabric, known to wizards.

Before long, each of us had a few dress robes of the same color and fabric, mine was bright green, Kristina's being lavender, Bethany's was neon pink, and Shae's a turquoise. We planned on tearing them apart and bewitching them to form our costumes. We were gong to look fantastic!

We departed hours later, for our last stop, the Three Broomsticks. We sat at an empty booth and ordered a round of Butterbeers. Somehow, the topic had completely changed in a matter of seconds.

"Lily, James is acting so much different than last year! He's actually sweet now!" Shae said, taking a sip of her drink.

"I know, but it's probably just another act of his," I said.

"He hasn't pranked you this year, has he?" Kristina asked.

"Well… no. But-" I was cut off by Bethany.

"Then maybe it isn't an act. Maybe he does like you." It was a possibility, but I highly doubted it.

"What we're trying to say, Lils," Shae went on, "is that we think you should give him a chance. Get to know him, then find out if it was a hoax or not."

I sighed deeply. "No. I'm not going to be the butt-end of his jokes. There's no way you can make me go-"

"Hello ladies," said a voice from behind me. I whirled around and Sirius was standing there, with James, Remus, and Peter right behind him. I gave an inward groan.

"Hello boys, how utterly wonderful it is to see you," I said, sarcasm dripping from every word and smiling with a fake tone.

"Same to you, Evans," James said. I rolled my eyes at him and turned back around. There was no way I'd go out with him.

They all took seats at the table, looking as if they were going to stay forever. I groaned again, this time aloud, and stood.

"I have some extra homework to finish, and it's getting late. I'll see you guys later," I said and stood up to leave. I walked from the Three Broomsticks and heard someone yelling for me.

"Lily, you don't have to go. I can leave if you hate me that much," James said, looking down. I shook my head. "Why'd you leave then?"

"Potter, I don't hate you, I just dislike you a lot. You know, sometimes you aren't that bad, like I can actually stand you for minutes at a time, but then you change around your friends, and go back to being so arrogant. That's why I left." I turned back around and walked away down the cobblestone road, toward the school.