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A/N: Hi: ) I was planning on updating All Because of A Bludger, but I was having trouble starting the chapter, so I'm updating Just the Girl first. This chapter takes place during the characters summer after 5th year. There will be quite a few letters in this chapters; I'd pay close attention to their dates (which are just above each one). Remember, REVIEW RESPONSES will be replied to in my LIVEJOURNAL.
Chapter Fourteen-Dear Bigheaded Idiot of the Century. . .
July 3, 1976
Hey Remus,
What have you been up to? Sirius and me have been out in the field most of the time, playing quidditch-also avoiding Mum. Aparently, she didn't think the fanged frisbe was very interesting. Nether did her tulips in the front garden. Remus, I know what your thinking now. Your thinking it was mine and Sirius' fault that her tulips were eatten by the frisbe, but really, it wasn't our fault! Me and Sirius were throwing the frisbe around and the tulips got in the way. If they had been in a spot more convient, they won't have been the frisbe's dinner. Oh, and did I tell you that Evans replied to my letter yesterday? She did and it sounds likes she warming up to me, really. She did, however, say no to a date in the Post Script. It wasn't a long rejection though, just a simply "no", so that good, right? But anyways, Evans'll be on a date with me by the first Hogsmeade trip next year, watch.
James
Remus quirked an eyebrow and reread James' letter, noticing James', ahem, small amount of spelling errors. Now he knew Sirius and James well enough to recognize whether they're innocent or not, and in this letter, he'd say they weren't. But, of course, being the faithful friend he was, Remus decided to just go along with James and say that it was the tulips fault for not being planted in a more convenient location.
As for Lily Evans warming up to James, Remus doubted it. Very much. He shrugged, Remus would just write and say, Really? Good for you, James., and leave it at that. For now. He had a feeling James wasn't about to give up on Lily anytime soon.
July 2, 1976
Dear Annoying Potheaded Baboon,
Potter, I said you could write to me, not send a bloody novel of hundred reasons why I should go to Hogsmeade with you. I would appreciate it greatly if your letters were short and didn't weigh fifty pounds. Your owl delivering the letter just barely missed my father's head as it dropped the letter at the kitchen table this morning. I'd also most gratefully appreciate you not killing my father with a fifty pound novel.
LE
P.S. No.
July 3, 1976
James,
I have been doing some reading (yes, James, reading) and washing the windows for Mum. I agree with you, it's the tulips fault. Lily's warming up to you, eh? Interesting. Are the Marauders going to meet up this summer?
Remus
P.S. Your spelling is atrocious.
July 4, 1976
Remus,
My spelling is not atroshish. It's just not as good as yours. Evans called me Dear.
James
P.S. Ever had a quill wart before?
Remus eyebrow rose higher and higher his bangs at the words Evans, called, me, and Dear. Was it truely possible that Lily was warming up to James and he (James) wasn't being delusional?
What was he on about- quill wart?
"Remus, I found another window!" His mother's voice carried to his room upstairs.
"Coming, Mum."
July 5, 1976
Dear James,
These. . .quill warts sound. . .interesting. Are you quite sure that's their correct name, though? Lily's calling you Dear, is she? Well, good luck, James. Do you think I'd be able to come over sometime soon? Mum's driving me up the wall with cleaning window's.
Remus
"Poor Remus. Washing sodding windows during the summer." Sirius said sympathically after he read over the letter.
"We have to get him out of there. We'll ask my parents, but Sirius, whatever you do, do not bring up washing windows. Mum'll get ideas, then we'll be spending the summer washing windows. " James explained.
July 5, 1976
Hey Remus!
Everyone's favorite person here! I don't even need to say who, do I? No. Anyway, James' parents said you can come over as soon as you want-just don't mention washing window's, will you? Peter's coming about a week from now, his Mum's got him washing dishes-the muggle way. On a different subject, James told you about the quill warts, did he? Ha! No such thing. . .just don't mention that to James. See you soon!
Everyone's Favorite Person
Remus chuckled and shook his head. Sirius didn't even bother to sign his real name. Quill warts didn't sound very real to him. He wondered how long it would go before James realized they weren't real. Don't get him wrong, James was very intelligient, one of the brightest in their year- but James could also be very gullible at times and this was one of them.
July 12, 1976
Dear Bigheaded Idiot of the Century,
Potter, as much as I appreciate you sending books that are wonderful (and not because you sent them, Potter), would you please at least use a different owl. The owl you have is very clumsy and drop Merpeople through the Ages on my sister Petunia's head at breakfast yesterday morning. You really shouldn't be sending me anything, though. Besides the fact that you shouldn't be spending money on me, my parents have not and will not shut up about you or the gifts. On a different subject, what are these quill warts you've been on about? I doubt they exist, especially if Sirius told you about them.
LE
P.S. No.
"James, I hate to burst your bubble, but. . .Lily doesn't really seem to be. . .warming up to you. I mean, sure, she did call you "dear" but just before calling you a. . .baboon and an idiot. . ." Remus trailed off, all four of the Marauders sitting on James' bed about a week later.
They had previously been reading some quidditch magazines, but somehow the conversation turned to the color red, which brought up Gryffindor, which then brought up the people in Gryffindor, then to the girls in Gryffindor, to finally, Lily Evans. That topic soon led to James mentioning the letters she'd written, which led to Sirius nosing around James room to find the letters (that took a while). All and all, the subject of Lily Evans letters took a while to get to.
"Well, at least she's replying to you, James." Peter said trying to cheer up a beginning-to-sink-to-depression James.
"Yes, that is a good thing." Remus hurridly agree as James slumped over on his bed and stared at the ceiling.
"Ah, come on, Prongs. Don't get all moody on us just because of a girl." Sirius said tossing a quaffle that was lying on the floor at James.
It hit him in the face.
"Ow.Thank, Sirius. That's just what I needed." James said, tossing the quaffle over his head while rubbing his nose which was turned a shade of purple now.
They sat in silence for a while.
. . ."Well, this is a fun summer, eh? Sure beats the world cup." Sirius said.
"Shove off, Sirius." James said.
"What about Hogwarts, hmmm? Would you rather be here or at Hogwarts, sitting in History of Magic sleeping?" Sirius kept on.
"Here."
"Here."
"History of Magic."
"Her-What?"
"What's with you, Peter? You'd rather be in History of Magic right now? Are we that boring?" Remus asked sarcastically.
"Oh, no. It's just, I'm tired and want to sleep for a while; you always get a chance to sleep in Binn's class." Peter explained, slumping over on the bed and grabbing a pillow.
"True, mate. True."
"What was Evans talking about quill warts, anyways?" Peter asked.
Everyone turned to Sirius. James and Peter looking curiously, Remus looking accusingly.
"Well. . ."
July 15, 1976
Dear Dimwitted Demented Boys,
How dare you send my sister a package of four screaming yo- yo's. Do you realized that she opened the package just as she was walking past a bush of roses in the backyard? The roses with thorns? The roses with thorns that she fell into? Now I realize that I might have mentioned that I don't particularly. . .care for my sister that much, but that gives no reason for the four of you prats to sabotage her with screaming yo-yo's!
LE
P.S. No.
"Our plan worked better than expected!" James exclaimed triumphantly after reading the letter with with his fellow Marauders. He conveniently ignored the Post Script.
"We are not dimwitted! We thought of this genius plan, didn't we?" Sirius asked haughtily, grabbing the letter from Peter.
"Well, at least Lily didn't go to the length of sending us a howler." Remus said.
Peter looked confused,"I don't get it, didn't everyone else get the impression Lily didn't like her sister?"
"Sure, but Petey, you've got to understand that females have different minds. What goes through their minds is a mysterious to us." Sirius said, putting an arm around Peter's shoulder and shooting Remus and James a look. They snorted with laughter.
Soon, though, their laughter died down because of an irritated feeling they were getting. . .
"Er, does anyone else feel rather. . .itchy?" Peter inquired scratching his arm.
"Yes, actually, I am feeling a bit itchy now that you mention it, Peter." Remus responded, scratching his neck.
"Oh, that little wench, she did something to the letter!" Sirius exclaimed scratching rapidly.
James walk to his writing desk (while scratching his back and neck) and picked up the letter carefully. A clear, almost invisible to the eye, type of powder fell out of the letter. "Oh, bloody hell. . ." He trailed off breathlessly.
"What is it, James?" Remus asked, scratching his right knee.
James immediately dropped the letter and banished it with his wand,"It's itching powder, that's what."
The other three stopped scratching for a split second (they could not stop for very long; the itchy feeling was awful), in suprise. They gapped at James.
"Oh. My. God. Oh. My. God. Oh. My. God. . ."
"Are we going to die!"
"Leave it to you, James, to have an infatuation with a girl that has a temper."
July 21, 1976
Dear Future Loony Bin Residents,
Didn't enjoy my itching powder too much, did you, boys? Well, it was worth it. I maybe not like my sister all too much, but no one, especially a bunch of insane, hormonal teenage boys, messes with her. If you'd like, I'll send some more itching powder just for your pure enjoyment if you'd like.
LE
P.S. Has the itching powder scared you away from asking, Potter?
"This is really an embarrassment to man." Sirius said, shoving the letter away moodily.
"I am not scared." James denied.
August 6, 1976
Dear Mr. Remus Lupin,
We are delighted to inform you that you have been selected as prefect. . .blah, blah, blah. Of course you were "selected" as prefect. Why send a letter? I could have told you that myself." Sirius said carelessly throwing the letter over his shoulder as they sat outside under a tree in a field behind James house.
Remus snatched up the letter just before Peter shifted and sat on it. "This has valuable information on it, Sirius. Please don't go throwing it around." He said.
"Why? It's the same as last year's letter."
"Because something might have changed and besides, if I remember correctly, last year's letter was flushed down the 5th year boys' dorm toilet. . .accidently, of course." Remus finished bitterly.
"Your still on about that?" Sirius asked.
"I would still be on about it too, Sirius." James continued,"It clogged the toilet for three days, leaving us to walk (in some cases run, depending on our, er, situation) all the way to the fourth floor."
"So?"
"So, the fact is, Gryffindor tower is on the sixth floor! We had to go down two floors just to go the bathroom, Sirius!"
August 14, 1976
Dear Arrogant Goat,
Yes, I received the prefects' badge and letter a while ago. Say congratulations to Remus for me, will you? I really don't know when I'll be going to Diagon Alley, Potter.
LE
P.S. Got your Gryffindor courage back I see. No.
"Congratulations on getting prefect position, Remus." James said.
"Thanks."
"Ha, ha, ha! She called you a goat!"
"Oh, stuff it, Sirius."
A/N: Well, James asked to write to Lily and she grudgingly agreed, so I thought I'd cover some of their letters. REVIEW RESPONSES-LIVEJOURNAL.
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