Chapter 7

Disclaimer: Imagination is all I own. I like borrowing things from J. K. Rowling. Don't you?

"Whoa," said Dorcas. "Somebody's angry."

"What?" asked Lily distractedly. She had been thinking about the books she hadn't read in the library. It was pretty hard, considering she thought she had already read them all.

"Potter and Black just had a fight, wrestled and –"

"Yeah I saw that," said Lily.

"Then," Dorcas continued, annoyed at Lily for interrupting her, "Professor McGonagall came over and gave them a week's worth of detentions, then –"

"Serves them right," said Lily, poking her potatoes.

"Would you stop interrupting me?" asked Dorcas, irritably. "Then James looked at Sirius as though he wished he was dead, grabbed his bag and stalked off."

"Hehe, stalked," giggled Emmeline. "And Lily has a stalker, haha…" Emmeline fell off her seat and rolled on the floor, giggling.

Dorcas and Lily gave her weird looks.

"What's up with her?" asked Dorcas.

"Stalked, Lily has a stalker, oh Merlin; that is so funny…" Emmeline laughed harder.

"Emmeline?" said Lily carefully. "Are you alright?"

"I'm better than okay," replied Emmeline, jumping to her feet. "I'm Homer Simpson." Laughing maniacally, she ran out of the Great Hall.

"And I thought she was the sane one of the three of us," said Dorcas, stabbing at her steak.

"So did I," said Lily. "Weird girl."

"Anyway," said Dorcas, changing the topic. "Are we going to Hogsmeade next week?"

"Yeah, I'd like to," replied Lily. "Dunno 'bout Emmeline though…"

"Look! A knight in shining armour! He's mine!" came Emmeline's voice. There was a crash of metal hitting the floor. "Oh, he fell to bits…Probably from laughter! Haha!" Emmeline's laughter echoed around the Entrance Hall and her footsteps faded.

"What is with her tonight?" asked Lily.

"I dunno. Maybe we should go follow her. You never know what she is capable of when she's in this sort of state," said Dorcas. Lily nodded, so they both took their bags and headed in the same direction of Emmeline's laughter.

They found her outside of the library, being held back by something invisible.

"Haha, you stalked out of the Hall and Lily is getting stalked…Why doesn't anyone else get it? Oh well…" Emmeline began laughing again.

James turned around as Lily and Dorcas approached cautiously. "Thought it would be better to keep her in one place," he said, running a hand through his jet black hair sheepishly.

Lily's mouth twisted as it always did when she was around James, but Dorcas grinned.

"Good idea Potter," she told him. "But we'll take her from here."

James released the invisible bindings and Emmeline fell, giggling, into Dorcas' arms.

"Stalked, stalker…Why am I the only one laughing?"

Lily raised her eyebrow. "I dunno. Maybe you should tell us what you ate today."

"Okay…" said Emmeline, her giggling faltering slightly. "Well, I had eggs and toast for breakfast, then for lunch I had a watercress salad, and then I went to the kitchens and had three litres of red cordial and lots of food with lots of sugar on it…" She started giggling again. "Doesn't sugar sound like stalker?" She burst out laughing.

James was looking at Emmeline with a nervous look. "Maybe you should just give her something to help her sleep or something…That works best when Sirius…" But here James' voice faltered. He clutched his bag closer to his chest. "Bye." He walked away from the three girls.

Lily blinked. "Okay…" She turned to Dorcas who was holding Emmeline awkwardly as she slipped out of Dorcas' hands with laughter.

"I think we'd better carry her or whatever," said Dorcas, who was falling down with Emmeline.

"Yeah, so do I," agreed Lily. "Locomotor Emmeline."

Emmeline rose into the air, still giggling, and Lily directed her with her wand in front of her.

"Weee!" cried Emmeline. "I'm flying!"

"Oh Merlin," said Dorcas, putting her face in her hands as they walked. "And I thought I was dumb and insane."

"Well, this certainly – Dorcas!" cried Lily.

It was too late. Dorcas had ran straight into a suit of armour and it hit the marble floors with a crash.

"Oops," said Dorcas, as she stumbled around. "I think I hit something."

Lily rolled her eyes.

"Look at you Emmeline!" said Dorcas suddenly. "You're flying! It's like…magic or something!"

"Yeah I know!" said Emmeline. "Hehe, doesn't magic sound like stalker?"

"Hey, yeah it does!" said Dorcas. She laughed and Emmeline laughed too.

"The funny things words sound like," said Emmeline, sighing. "Flying is boring now. Are we there yet, Polly?"

"I'm Lily," corrected Lily with a sigh.

"Oh you know, Lily, Polly, they sound the same," said Emmeline dismissively.

"Sure Emmeline," said Lily.

"Hey they do!" cried Dorcas. "You were right, the funny things words sound like…"

The three girls, two insane, one sane, reached the portrait hole.

"Draconifirs," said Lily, still supporting Emmeline with her wand.

"Ooh, having friend troubles?" said the Fat Lady, swinging open.

"You could say that," replied Lily.

"You're the second one this evening," Lily heard the Fat Lady say as she pushed Dorcas through and directed Emmeline through as well.

Lily wasn't really listening. All she really cared about right now was getting her two best friends to their beds. And in the state that they were in right now, this might take a while.

"Wow, look at the colour," giggled Emmeline. "Looks like something I used to do when I was little." Emmeline burst into hysterical laughter.

"Hey, it does, doesn't it?" laughed Dorcas. She looked at the fireplace where flames were burning merrily and some fifth-years were studying beside it. "Look Emmeline, fire!" Dorcas began running towards it.

"Dorcas! Impedimenta!" cried Lily, whipping out her wand.

Dorcas was frozen in her tracks.

Lily felt like a mother, walking towards Dorcas and shaking her head. And what she was about to say would make it sound like either Dorcas was only five, or Lily was her mother.

"Dorcas! You bad girl! Never run towards fire like that!" scolded Lily. She then shook her head and, whilst mentally kicking herself, took Dorcas' arm and dragged the frozen girl up the girls' dormitory staircase.

"Idiots…" she muttered, whilst leading Emmeline and dragging Dorcas. "How I even made friends with them…I dunno…"

Dumping the two girls, one giggling and the other completely non-moving, onto a bed, Lily began to dig through her trunk.

"It's in here somewhere," she muttered to herself as she rummaged through socks, notebooks and balls of screwed up parchment. Then she grinned as she felt her hand touch a cold, glass vial. Pulling it out triumphantly, Lily said to herself, "Found it. The Draught of Living Death…"

"You know, talking to a glass vial is pretty weird," said Emmeline in a serious tone. Lily turned to her so quickly that her neck cricked. As she rubbed it, Emmeline burst out laughing again.

"Do you know how much that noise sounded like stalker?" she managed to say between her laughter.

Lily let out a low growl and held out the vial to Emmeline. "Drink some," she ordered.

Emmeline looked scared. "S-S-Sure Lily," she stuttered, her giggling ceasing immediately. She took the vial and had a sip. "Niiight," she drawled and collapsed on top of Dorcas.

Lily grimaced. She took out her wand and lifted Dorcas into her own bed. Taking off the Impediment Jinx, Dorcas glanced at Emmeline before closing her eyes quickly.

"Yeah, you should be scared," said Lily menacingly.

Dorcas grabbed Flop-Mop and held the old, one-eared bunny protectively.

"Can we all sleep now?" Lily asked the room.

A small squeak came from Dorcas' bed as she squeezed Flop-Mop tightly.

A snore came as a response from Emmeline's bed.

"Good," said Lily. "Good night."

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Thank you, my wonderful, beautiful readers for getting this far in my story. You are to be congratulated, so I give you all virtual hugs!

By the way…uh, I realize now how that Tyson Argent thing might be a bit hard for people to understand since they weren't there. Let me put it this way. There is a boy at my school named Tyson, who thinks every girl is in love with him and thinks that my name is Tabitha. He also asked me that odd question of whether or not I like my eyes. Oh, and me and my friends like to make fun of him behind his back…And another thing! Everyone knows that 'Sarah' song right? Sung by Eskimo Joe or something? Yeah, Tyson put Tabitha in that instead… 'Tabitha, won't you tell me your name…'

See? Inspiration for new stories can come from real life too!