AN: Another update. This is actually pretty short, but it's not that big of an idea, so... Yeah.
Disclaimer: Still don't own. Though none of us really have any hope that we ever will. We're so proud of Jo.
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Lily's eyes popped wide as she grasped onto the railing to her right with both hands, just barely holding herself from tumbling down the rest of the long staircase. She stared as the group of Slytherin's passed her, stopping about ten steps below. The boy at the head turned to face her and she recognized Andrew Slate, one of Slytherin's Chasers. He sneered up at her, the group with him following suit. She simply stared down at him, her Head Girl's badge gleaming in the morning's rising sun. She knew better than to start anything with students, especially the Slytherin's. Before she knew, Gryffindor would have lost plenty of points and she would no longer be a Head.
"Oh this is almost a perfect picture. Now if only there were a puddle of mud below for you to fall in. Then you'd be right at home, wouldn't you, you filthy mudblood. Your kind doesn't belong here, just go back to your muggle-infested home." The 6th year spat at her. Giggles came from the girls of his lackey group, while the boys continued to snear. She simply raised an eyebrow at him before righting herself and stalking down the stairs, amazed that he didn't attempt to trip her again as she passed him. However, just as she was about to step onto the landing, something appeared before her. She barely stopped in time, avoiding the mud by a single hair's breadth. She sighed, not wanting to waste her time here all morning. She whipped out her wand and quickly cleaned up the mess before whipping around to face him again. He was chortling, along with his other Slytherin's. The stopped laughing when they realized she'd not slipped and fallen in the mud as he'd planned. She smiled brightly up at him. "Next time, try to keep your filth out of my way, Slate." She stated in a happy tone before stalking off to her destination, leaving behind a dumbfounded group of kids still standing halfway down a staircase.
When she entered the Great Hall, she immediately spotted the Marauders and headed off to sit with them. Remus, who'd been sitting close to James, noted her arrival and scooted down a placement, making room for her. She nodded to him and took the seat, beginning to pile her breakfast onto her plate. "Where were you? You're never late." James questioned after he swallowed a piece of egg. She frowned at him, using his napkin to wipe a piece of egg-white from the corner of his lips before answering. "I accidentally slept in a bit, I'm afraid. Not to mention that after that matter, I got held up in the stairway on the way here. More insults tossed about by the Slytherin's. This time it was Slate." She stated before chewing on a forkful of the warm, sunshine-yellow eggs. He gave her a look and she swallowed, placing her left hand on his arm. "It's nothing James. Only more of that 'mudblood' nonsense, and stop looking at me like that. I know none of us want anyone to be called that, but it's going to happen. I say all the better if they say it to me, because I don't care about what they have to say. I get better marks than Slate anyway, so what does it truly matter? I mean," she took on a sarcastically devastated tone, "how horrible that Andrew Slate doesn't like me. Really, I weep in my bed every night because of it." She teased the boy, reaching up to ruffle his hair and raising her brows at him.
Sighing, he nodded, ducking back into his eggs, allowing her to pull in some of her own breakfast. Sirius, who had until this moment been silent, probably still half asleep, spoke up. "Oh just ignore him anyway. You know he's just teasing you because you're publicly friendly with us now, and after what we did to Snape... You know, apparently someone snapped a photo of him walking down the hall with his gorgeous pink hair and now their trying to sell it. I'm thinking I might spring for it. Anyhow, if it was Slate this morning, then he's still angry about how we crushed Slytherin in that game, too." He said with a definite drawl, he was so tired that Lily stared for a few moments, chewing on a piece of bacon as she wondered how he managed to stay propped up at the table. He seemed more tired than usual. But then, Sirius was tired until lunchtime just about every day, so who was she to tell. He normally kept quiet in the morning. Either way, she nodded with the other boys at this theory. It made much more sense to her than the part about Severus. She didn't think he had that many friends, even in his own House. Either way, she was certain Andrew Slate wasn't one of them.
They ate in silence until the bell rang and the food started disappearing. James turned and gave her a light, one-armed hug before hurrying off to his next class. Peter stalked by behind Sirius as he made slow progress in standing up. She stared at him for a moment before rushing off behind Remus. Molly joined them on the way to History Of Magic, starting a conversation with them on the House Cup, and who she was thinking was going to 'for sure' get points taken away today.
The rest of Lily's morning was truly rather boring, the only upside being lunch, when she sat with the Marauders as she did at every meal. This time Molly joined them, and Sirius was, as usual, back to wisecracking and playing small pranks. When they entered the room, he and Remus had been fighting over whether Japan's or Scandanavia's Quidditch team was better, an argument which quickly diffused in a way that Lily payed no attention to. She spent the time eating and conversing with James over plans for hall patrol that night, passing the plans on to the Prefect's.
However, after lunch, something interesting happened. She was sitting at her desk in Defense Against The Dark Arts with Molly, reading her text as usual, when she felt something collide with the back of her head. Her head popped up and she cast her eyes about. It was a particularly boring day, and she caught site of Holly Manston sleeping, her head resting in her arms on her desk. She made a mental note to take 5 points off from Ravenclaw and, wondering all the while what had hit her, went back to her reading. Not two minutes later, she glanced up again as something bounced off of the back of her head once again. She frowned and set her book down, keeping her eyes peeled so she wouldn't miss it next time. The thought that it could just be Peeves registered in her mind, just in time for a silver wad of something to go sailing past her ear, plunking onto the floor near Professor Rudytoole, whom the students often called Professor 'Ruddy-Fool'. Certain that he would notice nothing, she turned her head at the sound of snickers, only to see Andrew Slate and Roberta Jamison, another Chaser. Roberta had her wand in her hand, and there were three more of the little balls, which she now realized were wads of silver paper.
She waited until she was facing forward properly once more, before the grin broke out on her face. For some reason, the delightful little Slytherin's seemed to keep forgetting that she was Head Girl, and as such, she could take away points for rule breaking and improper behaviour or conduct in class. She smirked. Twenty points should be enough for this. Not only were they disrupting a fellow students' learning process, they were also using their wands improperly in class. The rest of the hour flew by as the two continued to throw the silver wads at her head. On the upside, none of it hurt, and she had a very long fuse. At the end of the hour, as she was gathering her things to head off to her next class, she overheard the two talking, undoubtably about her, more comments about mudbloods. Before she could stop herself, she found her wand swishing towards the two students' backs. Muttering a quick incantation, she laughed along with the others in the class as the Chasers suddenly dropped all that they were holding. No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't seem to pick any of their things up. Lily smiled to herself, proud of her successful 'Butter Fingers' jinx. It would only last twenty four hours or so, and so Lily stalked off with the rest of the class, leaving behind the two who were still attempting to pick up their things.
The rest of Lily's day was largely lackluster in comparison. Even her Advanced Potions class didn't hold it's usual shine, if only because she was done halfway through the hour and had nothing to do for the rest of the class but her homework. At the end of the day, she deducted and added the points to the designated houses that she'd noted throughout the day, on her way to the Great Hall. Once inside the room, she found her usual seat next to James and started choosing what she wanted to eat, piling it onto her plate. As she began to eat, she noted that Sirius, who was sitting on her other side, kept glancing for periods as long as full minutes at the Slytherin table. She knew that he suspected something when he caught her watching him watch the other students.
The group was able to get away with only three more minutes of comfortable silence. All of a sudden, Sirius raised his goblet, holding it out in front of him, Lily took the sign to mean that they were toasting something. Once the other three boys had raised their own goblet's discreetly, Sirius nodded. "To Lily." He smirked at her, and she knew she was in for it. "For finally rounding up the courage to take the last step, and finally become a Marauder." They inclined their goblets, indicating the customary tinkling noise of glasses being tapped together in a toast. Remus was the first. "How, exactly, did she just so suddenly become a Marauder?" He questioned after swallowing a sip of his pumpkin juice. Sirius' smirk only widened. "Ickle Lilykins here cast a bit of a jinx, didn't you Head Girl?" He was clearly enjoying himself, he only smiled wider when she sneered at him. She frowned at the other three boys, who only sat gaping at her. She shook her head, exasperated. "Really, boys. Like you've never done anything just slightly less-than perfect. Honestly. They were tossing wads of paper at me all DADA hour. It's merely a bit of payback, I should say they deserve it." She said, trying to downplay the situation as much as possible, digging into a thin slab of ham. She ignored Sirius' not-so-quiet cat call as James tossed his arm around her shoulders, which seemed to be quickly becoming his favorite pose. She couldn't hide her wide smile and instead, she jabbed Sirius in the side with her elbow and continued to poke him throughout the meal with her fork.
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AN: Tell me if you enjoyed it, despite the awesome shortness.