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Chapter 4: Lily

The bright morning sun streaming from the window and through the curtains around my bed woke me up. I grinned at the prospect of new classes, new lessons, and new essays. Call me crazy, but the sound of a quill scratching on a fresh sheet of parchment was music to my ears. I slipped out of bed quietly, as to not wake my night-owl roommates, who wouldn't but up for an hour yet. My clock blinked 6:00, and I revelled in the quiet and calm as I grabbed a clean uniform from my bag, as well as my beg of toiletries and headed into the miraculously empty bathrooms.

After a quick shower, I slipped into the familiar crisp white button up shirt, tie with thin red and gold stripes, v-neck sweater with my house colors on the neckline, and a grey pleated skirt. I wrinkled my nose at myself in the mirror, running a brush through my dripping wet hair, and sending a quick drying spell at it with my wand. I left it down, pinning a few strands back, before smearing on some shimmering eyeshadow and a swipe of mascara.

I crept back into the room to see Alice Prewett, my second favorite roommate (second to Marlene.) The tiny blond quickly dressed as I slipped into a pair of comfortable black flats, slipped into my robes and pinned my Prefect badge on them proudly. We then grabbed our bags and quickly headed down the stairs.

"So, how're you and Frank?" I finally burst out, finally safe from my cranky-if-woken roommates and downstairs, where we could finally talk. I spoke of Alice's boyfriend, Frank Longbottom. They had been best friends since first year, and liked each other since third. At the end of last year, he had finally asked her out.

"Oh, he's simply amazing." She gushed as we walked by Black and Potter, lazily sprawled out on the couches. "You wouldn't believe how sweet he's been!" I nodded along, listening intently as she told me all about her relationship on our way to the Great Hall. Alice had always been there to listen when I needed to talk, just as when Alice needed girl time, Marlene and I had been there.

I tried to ignore the familiar feeling of being watched as Potter and Black loped behind us, and foolishly continued to ignore my sense of foreboding as we entered the Great Hall. I kept in the scream that was valiantly trying to rip itself from my lungs as something fell from the ceiling, coating me in something cold and gooey. I wiped it off my face with a hand, and looked down to see myself completely covered in clear goop. I looked at Alice to see that her hair had turned scarlet, and her skin looked gold. I whipped around, glaring daggers at Potter and Black. They grinned, Potter's grin infuriatingly crooked.

"POTTER!" I screeched. "IT'S THE FIRST DAY OF LESSONS AND YOU HAVE TO BE SUCH A BIG HEADED GIT, COULDN'T YOU NOT BE IMMATURE FOR A SINGLE DAY?" I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up to see Professor McGonagall. My face flushed red.

"That will be enough, Miss Evans." With a flick of her wand, Alice and I were clean, she placed our schedules in our hands and shooed us back to our seats before turning back around to lecture the ringleaders of the "Marauders".

We had settled down, and I had just buttered my toast and drawn myself a glass of pumpkin juice when Marlene stumbled into the hall, blond hair messy (yet still somehow perfect,) black eyeliner rimming tired navy eyes. I shook my head at how she could manage to walk in her five inch heeled death trap stilettos, skirt hiked up to mid thigh, shirt sleeves rolled up and robes hanging off her shoulders.

She slumped into the empty seat next to me, piling everything in her reach onto her plate and shoving it into her mouth. Alice and I shared a disgusted look, but didn't say anything. It was simply Marlene. Once she had finally finished eating, she motioned for us to lay out our schedules.

"Holy Merlin, Lils!" Marlene exclaimed, eyes wide as she looked over my schedule. I sniffed. It wasn't thatmuch.

Mondays and Wednesdays I had Charms, Herbology, Arithmancy and Care of Magical Creatures. Tuesdays and Thursdays I had History of Magic, Potions, Ancient Runes and a free period, with Astronomy at night. Fridays I had a free period, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, and another free period.

I snatched Marlene and Alice's schedules, quickly glancing them over.

"We have all the basics together," I told them, "but you both have a free period while I have Arithmancy, the same with Ancient Runes, and Marlene, you didn't take Astronomy." Alice shook her head at me.

"And Ithought this year was going to be hard. Look at how many OWL's you'll be taking!" I rolled my eyes and she gave my a look, but had to quickly move on as we had to get to Charms.

The first day of classes raced by with little homework assigned, a pop quiz in Charms, and a few small fights with Potter. Curioully enough, I wasn't the only one fighting a Marauder, now. It seemed Marlene and Sirius weren't on good terms at the moment.

We were walking back up to the castle after Care of Magical Creature with Professor Kettleburn, still wiping dirt off from the ground where we had been trying to find some worm-like creature. I wasn't very much interested in it, but the prospect of working with unicorns next week put me in a good mood.

"But, I mean, really? Quidditch try outs already? I mean, I love the sport and all, but that means five am practices almost every day for the rest of the year!" Mar was ranting on about Potter and quidditch. Neither of which I was particularly fond of, but the rest of the school did not share my disposition on. I nodded along mutely, musing over my day and the next days lessons. Admittedly, my thoughts may have also drifted to a certain handsome Hufflepuff by the name of Amos Diggory.

Amos Diggory was Sirius Black's only non-Marauder competition. Perhaps because he was Black's complete opposite. Amos was tall, and sturdy, which was where his and Black's similarities ended. Whereas Black's skin was a dark tan, Amos had a glowing golden complexion. Amos' baby blues opposite Black's sharp grey's. Where Black was all dramatic angles, Amos was charismatically gentle planes. And it wasn't just their looks. Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, polite, rude, humble, cocky, gentleman, playboy. I could go on forever.

But, in short, Amos Diggory was your dream guy, the guy you bring home to meet your parents and settle down with. Sirius Black was that fantasy you know not to try and make real.

And Amos had been in Arithmancy with me, sat next to me to be specific, and we had the most heart-fluttering, blushing red, stomach turning conversation of my life. But maybe that was just me being me: utterly hopeless when it comes to the male species.

We reached the Great Hall and I caught said boy's eye. He grinned and gave a slight wave, winking at me before turning back around to his dinner and friends. Mar gave a loud squeal and dragged me to our seats.

"What was that?" She hissed, nearly bouncing in her seat. I shrugged.

"He sat next to me in Arithmancy!" I told her, shrugging as she glared.

"That's not alland you know that! It's Amos Diggory, Lily! Amos bloody Diggory! THEAmos Diggory!" I rolled my eyes at her but a smile tugged at the corner of my lips, and I could feel the beginnings of a blush staining my cheeks a pale pink. Mar squealed again and I let the smile grow on my face for a moment until I caught Potter's eye from a few seats down on the other side of the table.

Hazel met green for one curious second, but long enough for me to snap my eyes back to Marlene, and to fervently deny any such blushing when she questioned me and asked, incredulously, if Potter and I had had "a moment". I rolled my eyes at her and told Mar she was being ridiculous, but caught Alice's smirk from across the table. I sighed and let my head fall to the table when she winked at me.

Oh, my friends, why can't you ever make anything easy?