HALLO AGAIN!

Third chapter. Aiming for 20? Maybe less, Maybe more.

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This chapter is a bit different, I was in a weird mood while I was writing it, but I hope you like it ;)

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BettyCrocker: Thanks! Lily's the best :) Yep, that was James, sorry, I changed the entire scope of the story before I posted it, so I may have missed out some things :)

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I woke up in a daze with my red hair that had a substance reminiscent of candy floss barring my vision. Once I had brushed my unruly hair out of my eyes I stared in the mirror. What. A. Mess. Hanna floated into the bathroom with me and laughed, once again, her trinkly laugh. I smiled. It was a quiet morning. Neither of us had said a word and Hanna brushed my hair down and for once it stayed in the right place.

I thought I was going to hug her to death.

Though I was pretty sure that her being alive was better than her being dead.

Today was the monthly Hosmeadge outing. Us sixth years, myself, Hanna, Potter, Black, Pettigrew, Remus (the four Marauders), Maggie McKenzie, Bridget Lorimer, were heading out to Three Broomsticks to get a couple of butterbeers and a good time. Maggie and Bridget were in the dorm next to mine and Hanna's.

Wow.

My hand hurts now.

I'll write in this again after I get back.

Seeya!

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Back, but not in the dorms.

What day is it?

Let me explain.

My lord, you wouldn't believe what happened at Hosmeadge. Well…I suppose I should start at the beginning, shouldn't I? Why yes, I should.

We usually don't get dressed up to go to Hosmeadge, but today I wore a skirt. Very-Un-Lily I thought to myself.

Once again I told Hanna that if she was going to try to put make-up on me, I would bite her hand.

Bwahahaha, I am evil.

Hem hem. Anyway.

So the eight of us met up and set off to Hosmeadge. Black and Potter decided it would be hilarious to theatrically get on one knee and scare the scarves off the little first year girls by asking them for their hand in marriage.

Worse even, one said yes.

Run, Potter, run! Our knees were buckling from laughter.

Potter smiled when I laughed and looked over at me, winked and put an arm around me.

Don't you judge me for not going crazy-ninja-Lily on him!

He was warm; I was cold.

That's it…I'm almost completely sure.

Although everyone else didn't think so.

I've counted how many times I rolled my eyes at them today and wrote it down on my hand.

18 Times.

Especially at Sirius.

We got to the Three Broomsticks. My eyes froze on a sight within the bar. Severus… I hadn't spoken to him in ages. One of my dearest friends.

Severus was a tall, scrawny boy, with jet black hair and unreadable eyes that pierced. Burned, even? Since the beginning of sixth year we hadn't spoken a word, rumours of his practicing Dark Magic and myself being too busy dealing with the dimwits that surrounded me.

"….Lily"

I smiled, at least he spoke.

"Hi, Sev…I mean…. Severus" He smiled at me too but I could tell it was the weary ghost of a smile.

"How've you been, Li--"

"OKAY! Enough, lovebirds!" All of a sudden the awkward silence was broken by a voice trembling with anger. Potter. I flushed with a mixture of embarrassment, anger and confusion. He tried to mask his anger with humour but no one seemed to be buying it.

What has got Potter's knickers in a knot?

He grabbed me by the hand and the rest shuffled after us laughing and making a general racket. How I love them. Noisy peoples.

We sat at the table and Sirius winked at us.

"Now, let's play a game with you lovely ladies, gentlemen and…Peter" he boomed.

Peter grunted in reproach and slumped in his seat.

"Spin the bottle?" giggled Bridget eyeing Potter. I probably shouldn't notice these things. I fumed at her. Keep your eyes to yourself Brigde.

Wait. Did I just say that?

Well I didn't mean it. She can use her eyes on Potter all she pleases. Like I care.

I looked nervously at my lap and twiddled my thumbs. Twiddle twiddle twiddle….

"My dear, Bridget, we would be a flaming mockery of a sham if we didn't!" Sirius bellowed and winked at her.

We placed an empty Butterbeer bottle on the table and gave it a spin. Hanna gave an anticipatory giggle and squeezed my arm.

It's not THAT exciting, I had thought to myself.

First spin points tooooo Black.

Wow. Suprising.

Not.

Did you catch the sarcasm there? I hope so :)

Second spin points toooooooo Hanna.

She rolled her eyes. "Of all the bloody--"

"Not happy, Hanna? My, my, that's unfortunate. Cm'ere, give us a kiss" Sirius laughed and puckered up, waiting.

Hanna leaned over the table, and as she was about to gingerly give Black a kiss, Remus knocked a bottle off the table and in broke into a million little pieces with a loud 'CRASH!'

James looked knowingly at Remus.

Remus looked furious at Sirius.

Sirius looked confused at Hanna.

Hanna looked flustered at me.

I looked at Peter and then looked away quickly. What did he have to do with this?

"Okaaaaaaaay, boys and girls, next spin" James eased into the awkward silence.

I narrowed my eyes at Remus and tried to send him a message with my mind.

He looked at me, now relaxed, like I was an insane person. Which wasn't far off to be honest.

I was trying to send him: DID YOU KNOCK THE BOTTLE OVER ON PURPOSE. DID. YOU. KNOCK. THE. BOTTLE. OVER. ON. PUUUUURPOSE.

Sighhhh.

Stupid secrets. WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL ME ANYTHING ANYMOOOORE.

Also, for some reasons, the Marauders keep telling me how smart, but stupid I am.

What in the name of Merlin's polka-dotted underwear is that supposed to mean.

After a few more spins and Maggie had wasted ten minutes debating with Hanna whether it was a good idea to kiss Peter (Which it wasn't. Not that Pettigrew wasn't pleased), we decided to call it a day.

Uneventful? Not quite. Malfoy and Crabbe were outside the bar.

"Ah, the bi-monthly meeting of the Mud-Bloods and their blood-traitor little friends"

"Shove it, Malfoy" Remus rolled his eyes.

"And what about you, Black" Malfoy spat, "Your pathetic little brother is better than you. At least he's got his priorities in order"

"Don't make me hurt you, Malfoy, I'm sure Madame Pomfrey doesn't want to see your face in the hospital wing for the rest of the week" Sirius said unnaturally quiet, in a dangerous, poisonous tone.

"HA! I'd like to see you try, Black" He scoffed and bellowed "Impedimenta!"

Sirius ducked.

I didn't.

The spell hit me hard and the last thing I saw was Potter bellowing a curse directed at Malfoy and then I blacked out, falling into someone's arms.

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ALLOOO KIDILYWINKS.

Again. Did you like this chapter?

I hope so!

Much will be reveiled in the next one :) maybe.

I still haven't decided yet.

IT TOOK ME AGES TO WRITE THIS. I re-did it like twenty times.

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