Disclaimer: The Wonderful World of Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling. I own nothing but the plot and Lily Evans' literary voice and attitude.

A Look At Wonderland

by Wired Dragonfli

Chapter Three – Butter Cream Bosom

Em's House…

August 31, 7:00 PM

We are procrastinators. Never question that. It is the day before school starts, and we only just got our supplies.

I couldn't sleep last night. I thought I heard someone hammering in some other room. It kept me up until two, when I realized it was just a vein throbbing in back of my ear. But it really sounded like hammering.

So we got up in the morning, had toast and a popcorn ball (we still haven't run out of popcorn), and flooed to diagon alley. Barkin was too predisposed to prepare an adequate meal, so in less than an hour, we were hungry again.

Off we went to Florean Fortescue's. I'm not going to bore you with details of how long the walk there seemed. I'm not going to tell you that I counted every brick in the alleyway. At some point I did not doze off and get stuck on the number 304. Oh dear, it seems I contradict myself.

They have the best ice cream and Fortescue's. It's magical after all. I just let out an "mm…" and Marlene looked up, startled. She's on Em's bed, sketching Emmy with her new quill. I snorted, as Marlene has an amusing ink blotch on her chin, where she rests her fingers when deep in concentration.

That girl always has held the quill too low. Her fingers are perpetually inky. Marlene just shook her head at me and ran a hand though her hair. For Marlene, that expresses a sigh. She has never liked sighing though; she has a strange opinion that sighing is a vulgar noise. However, her disappointment at me (Marlene hates my journal. When she got a journal I told her never to write in it and leave it for the house elves to find. She stupidly followed my suggestion. And now, here I am, writing in a journal, being a total hypocrite.) was overlooked as she got ink in her hair.

Emmy glared at me because I laughed and is now looking through potions to remove the ink. I could get it off with a charm but, No! We aren't allowed to use magic outside of school! I hate that rule…hey…that kinda rhymes.

Um…back to the story…right.

So we are sitting at the table having a perfectly fine time when none other than James Potter wanders in with Sirius Black in tow.

"Marls! Dahling!" Sirius sang, enunciating both words too much.

Marlene rolled her eyes but smiled. I narrowed my eyes and my gaze darted between both of them. I noticed that Marlene started to pay attention to Sirius a lot at the end of last year. She usually hated guys like him, but after being partnered together in potions last year (where their potion blew up while they were arguing and attached them at the hip for two days) her views of him seemed to change a lot.

Sirius slid into the seat and wrapped his arm around her waist. Emmy choked on her ice cream, and all I could do was pat her back and remember my near death experience with that popcorn kernel and gape. Gape…not grape.

Marlene gave a sickly sweet smile and disentangled his arm from her waist.

"Sirius, doll, how nice to see you." She deadpanned.

"I am not a doll," he scoffed, and at that point I tuned him out. Turning to James, I nodded in greeting, as that was the only thing I had the concentration to do.

I have had a crush on James Potter since second year when he made chaser on the Quidditch team. Yes, Lily Evans is extremely shallow. Isn't everyone though? I always noticed that he was cute, but during first year, I was more focused on becoming adapted to the magic world.

But I said crush, as in; I think he's cute, as in; I don't think he would ever be boyfriend material, as in; I would never go out with him, or vice versa. In short…eye candy, nothing more.

He smiled and slid in next to me. Em was in the middle of the group, still sort of choking. At this point, I was only half patting Em's back, half of my pats landed on air. I realized this and stopped, before scooting over and making more room for James.

We had sat down pretty spaced out, us three, that is. So James had sat down pretty awkwardly, barely fitting his bottom onto the cushioned chair. He eyed the stack of books in the middle of the table.

"Do you guys always drag your books around everywhere…?" he asked open-endedly.

"Oh please? As if we'd buy this crap earlier than today." Marlene replied in a mock annoyed voice.

Em was still clearing her throat of coughs, and I sat pathetically staring at my ice cream. I noticed Marlene squirm out of the corner of my eye. Sirius was poking her now, grinning widely.

"It seems someone has taken to you quite well Marlene," I said, in a teasing voice.

"Yes, I'm afraid so…he's like a lost puppy I can't get rid of."

Both Sirius and James grinned (In Sirius' case…wider) at the mention of "puppy", sending each other what was supposed to be a significant look I believe.

"Marlsie-poo, you know you love me." He said in a baby voice, pinching her cheeks.

"I suppose so, in a strange, demented sort of way," she said snorting, yet smiling all the same.

I giggle and wiggled my eyebrows suggestively. James chuckled a bit and smiled at me. My heart flipped a few times before I reminded myself that I don't get worked up over guys.

"What's that supposed to mean Marlene?" Emmy asked quietly from behind her ice cream. I voiced a "yeah".

"It means," James explained, "That Sirie and Marlie are going out."

Both Em and I stared open-mouthed at Marlene, expecting her to deny it right away.

"Oh please," she began, giving us hope, "What's with all these stupid nick names?"

Ha…that made it official. I still sort of gaped before turning to Em and grinning.

"What?" she asked.

"You owe me five galleons."

"That's a bit random…what for?"

"I bet you that she liked him at the end of last year. Here's the proof." I said smugly.

Em blushed in frustration and reached into her money bag to draw out the aforementioned sum. This coaxed another chuckle out of James. He looked up at Sirius and said: "I'll go get us ice cream, and leave thee with thy lady for a while."

Off he went, me staring after him. Em poked me in the shoulder and alerted me that my butter cream was dribbling off my spoon and onto the table top. Both Em and Marlene were aware of my crush on James Potter. Em has read over my shoulder and informs me that I sure do write about James a lot, which is ridiculous since I mention either her or Marlene more than Potter.

She also comments that she doesn't know how I can spend so much of my time writing in that thing. I explain to her that the journal works as a sort of pensive, and the special quill that comes with it works as a wand of sorts, so I'm not actually writing anything out.

While Em is left to ponder that, I will continue with my retelling of the occurrence. So Potter came back, and resumed his seat next to me. He got a butter cream as well.

"You like butter cream too?" I asked, somewhat surprised. He had been a bit of a prick the entire time, and him liking my favorite ice cream would definitely give him some brownie points.

"Well, I haven't ever actually tried it; I just watched you and you seemed to enjoy it so much…that I decided to try it for myself."

"By God! A butter cream virgin!" I sort of squeaked.

My remark must have been very high pitched, since Em, Sirius, Marlene, and a few other tables in our vicinity stopped talking to stare at me.

"What? He's never tried butter cream before…" I offered, blushing all the while.

Marlene rolled her eyes, and Sirius openly laughed at his friend. Em's gaze rested on us and she pointed her spoon threateningly at James.

"You'd better try it before Lily shoves the bowl down your throat." She said very seriously.

"Are you serious," he asked, before wincing at the pun he walked into.

"No he is," I said, pointing at Sirius…I couldn't resist.

Sirius looked up and glanced about, as if that would catch him up with the conversation. Soon, he became disinterested and began bugging Marlene again. While this happened, James had taste-tested the ice cream, and was now scarfing it down like a pig.

"Slow down or you'll get brain freeze." Emmy said, and I nodded in agreement.

He lifted his spoon to point it and her and say something, but ended up launching a bit of ice cream at me. I retaliated by lifting my own spoon and flicking ice cream at him. It landed in his hair, which must have really pissed him off since he scooped a handful of butter cream, and smeared it on my shirt.

"Oops…" he said, in a very false, and very not "oops" voice. All I could do was gasp.

And he didn't just run his ice cream coated hand across my shirt, he rubbed it in, making sure his hand brushed my rack no less than twelve times. I finally regained my senses and slapped his hand away, before dumping the contents of my bowl down his pants. I was nice enough, though, to do it in the back. He jumped up and screamed in coldness. I laughed.

"Food fight!" Sirius proclaimed, before grabbing his own chocolate ice cream and throwing it at the nearest person, which happened to be the manager who came out to see what was going on.

And that is how we were kicked out of Florean Fortescue's. I gave James a deadly look before stalking off. The last thing I heard was Em giggling as she struggled to catch up. When questioned about it later, she said that James had said that he'd "See me tomorrow, butter cream bosom!"

Marlene caught up with us at the entrance to the Leaky Cauldron, her lipstick drastically smeared and faded.

5th Year Gryffindor Girls' Dorm Room

September 1st, 9:37 PM

The moment I got onto the train I shrunk my trunks and left them with Em and Marlene, and went off to the prefects' compartment.

While wandering around aimlessly (I had no clue where the prefects' compartment was) I happened to stumble upon my short-note-writing friend Remus.

"Heya Remus!" I greeted, waving tentatively.

"Hi," he said, hesitantly but brightly.

"Well," I began, after a really, really, pregnant silence (as in, "my-water-just-broke" pregnant) "I can't seem to find the prefects compartment; you might be able to help me in that department."

I resisted the urge to yell "Hey, Look! That rhymes!" and waited for his response.

"I'll show you the way, but let my drop off my luggage first, okay?" he said, offering a timid grin.

I returned an awkward smile myself, and off we went. This time, the silence was a bazillion times more bearable.

Herein we reached the compartment (or however you use herein). Inside I found Sirius trying to climb into Marlene's lap as she read a book, Emmy inching as far as possible from Peter, who she was sitting next to. James and Peter were trading chocolate frogs cards.

Seeing me, James grabbed Marlene's book and covered his face. I could still see his black hair sticking out from behind the text book.

"James Potter," I scoffed here, and Marls took her book back, "As if hiding your face behind a text book makes you unrecognizable. Do you really think I'm that stupid? Or perhaps you're under the expression that I'm blind?"

James laughed, and dared to ask me:

"So, you're not mad at me for the butter bosom thing?"

"Your stupid, immature comments don't affect me."

"Okay then…" he said, somewhat blankly "What's up…butter cream bosom?"

I barely held myself back from hexing him half way to Halloween while he grinned moronically. It's interesting how it is so much easier to be mean to your crush than to be civil.

It must have been at this point that I developed a tick at the corner of my left eye (which is plaguing me, right now, as well) Instead, I rolled my eyes and leaned against the doorframe.

Remus put up his crap, and we left. The meeting was boring. Everyone expects Lily Evans to be the bright, rule loving, straight O student that they hear about from various persons. They don't seem to comprehend that there is more to me than smarts.

Eventually, I had to go back to the compartment…to my woe. The moment I came in, James opened his mouth to say something.

I meant to say, "Don't even start, Potter," but the sun hit his hair and it was so shinny. He also has these enticing, deep, rich eyes; chocolate brown with a mix of hazel. I stared at them for a few minutes before he spoke and woke me form my reverie.

Since I never uttered the phrase, he did start. He never stopped. At some point, I asked why we were in this compartment. Marlene said that there were no more empty compartments. But I bet that she secretly just wanted to be with Sirius and not deal with his friends alone, so she dragged us along.

Soon Black joined in with James' barrage of pointless questions.

"Pass me a chocolate frog, butter cream bosom?"

"Oh, butter cream bosom, do you happen to know the time?"

"Hmm, it seems my shoe has landed next to you. Would you mind giving it back… butter cream bosom?"

"Are we there yet butter cream bosom?"

"Butter cream bosom, will you please give me my shoe back? Really."

"Tell Sirius he doesn't deserve to get his shoe back butter cream bosom."

"Tell James to shut it, butter cream bosom, won't you?"

At this point, I was picking lint out of my pockets, trying to determine if I had enough to stuff into my ears and block out their endless droning.

To my relief, I didn't, because I wasn't quite fond of the idea of sticking lint into my hearing cavity.

Hmm…but I can always stick it up Potter's and Black's noses when they're asleep. I heard one needs the nasal cavity to speak. I supposed I could just jam it down their throats, but becoming mute by lint up the nose is much more of a humorous idea.

With these thoughts in mind, I left the train laughing. The other six looked at me like I had lost all my cauldron cakes (akin to losing one's marbles) but quoting Lewis Carroll (again)…or more specifically…the Cheshire Cat:

"We're all mad here!"

Later…

I just realized I never wrote about the rest of my evening, and my anal-ness prompts me to do so.

Feast. Marauders snorting their food as means of digestion. Black braiding Marlene's hair. Em upsetting the milk jug. Firsties being sorted. Leading said firsties to Gryff. Tower. Writing. Peeing. Sleeping. Waking up. Being anal. The End.

A/N: Yes, I know…I'm horrible at updating…can you ever forgive me? Yeah, of course you can, because James is in this chapter. I decided to make Lily act around him the way we all do around guys we have crushed on, either shy and quiet and unmoving, or spontaneous and snappy, or both at the same time.

My wonderful reviewers. I love you all. Now let's see how much you love me. I need to know if J.K. has classified any of the Marauders as specifically pureblood, or half blood, or muggle-born. Mostly Remus and Peter. We all know James and Siri are purebloods.

Crazyandpsycho: Lol, I hope you didn't hurt yourself. I'm glad you like the story. Sorry it took so long to post.

Vanessa: I'm sorry I had to make you wait too long, but I hope it was worth the wait, since I put James in, as per your suggestion.

Kel: Love the rest of your name, Mrs. Glucose-dude. I put Nate in there, you know, with the book thing…and maybe a few more…I dunno. Nice sn.

Yellowcare-1991: Aww, thank you for the compliments. I think the updating as soon as I can takes too long, but hey…better late than never, right? It's great that you like Lily's character. I was afraid she'd come off waay too "mood-swingy-PMSy".

Crazy turtle: This chapter seems much more serious, and more focused on dialog, where as the first one was mostly on Lily's thoughts (that's why she sounded so smart) and the second about her antics in the face of boredom (which is why she was a bit ditzy…we all do stupid thing when we're bored) We're slowly being introduced to Lily's character, hopefully, she doesn't come out seeming bipolar.

Tweeny-weeny: Updated…tada! I hope you'll like the mixed atmosphere in this chapter too. Read above review response for an explanation as to why Lily's personality is so mixed up.

((44 words less of 3000...wow...it seems my chapters are getting longer REVIEW! They really keep me going with the story. Are you that lazy that you won't click a friggin button and type "I love it! Update soon!" I'll even let you copy and paste that as long as you review!