Fragments Of Unconnected Conversations
A collection of Lily's and James' One-shots by MorningDawn and shyangell
Summary: Lily. The Marauders. Two separate worlds. Read trough the conversations and a bunch of funny situations as James and Lily come closer and closer.
Pairing: James/Lily
DISCLAIMER: All the fictional characters appearing in this fanfiction story are not mine, they're J.; and they are being used with the only purpose of personal entertaiment.
Give a little bit
Music filled the room where the prefects meeting was supposed to began in about 10 minutes. The music source was a small muggle radio that Sirius had charmed long ago. It stood on the table. Two boys were seated nearby. One was tall and had brown sandy hair, he would have been handsome were not for the several scars, old and new, that crossed his face. He was the Gryffindor Prefect Remus Lupin. He was sitting by the radio, slightly swaying and singing along with the song. The other boy was of medium height, had messy black hair (like if he hadn't felt compelled to comb it for ages) and hazel eyes. He was handsome and charming. He was the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain and the current Head Boy. He was also the famous James Potter, from the Marauders. He wasn't singing, he was dancing and pretending to play air guitar while sitting on the chair.
- Give a little bit, Give a little bit of your love to me. - Remus was out tuning savagely, and James danced along. - Give a little bit, I'll give a little bit of my love to you,…
Suddenly the door flew open and Lily entered, who was animatedly chatting to the Ravenclaw Prefect Marlenne MacKinnon. Lily was left gobsmaked at the sight. But she was not bewildered enough to stop herself from thinking that they were murdering Supertramp's Give a little bit in the most cruel of ways. Marlenne, on the other hand, thought that, whatever that was, it was a far call from A couldron of hot love by Celestina Warbeack. If it was because of the song itself or the performance she could not dare pinpointing.
When the boys realised that the two girls were there, James sprang and tried to turn the radio off by stretching his right arm over Remus to reach the tabletop. He failed miserably and in the process only managed to smack the tips of his fingers against the wooden surface (one of those blows that hurt for hours on end); which in the end resulted on him falling sprawled all over Remus boney knees.
Remus stretched his arm and reached for the radio almost simultaneously, but he did manage to turn it off.
- Get out James! You're a dead weight. - Grumbled Remus when he finnished doing so, while pushing his friend off his legs. James then took a dramatic fall all the way from Lupin's legs to the floor, laying sprawled there too.
- Hey! You must've broken my head. - complained James as he hit the floor, hard. Remus looked at him with one eyebrow raised trying to emulate Sirius characteristic gesture.
- No one can break that Prongs, it's rock-solid. - James eyed him badly as he muttered something in the lines of that's not true; a very mild protest and dull retort if you ask me.
Lily looked at them in awe and shock, and partly amusement.
- Nice song guys.
- No need to try to be nice Lily. - answered Remus. - We are perfectly conscious we were awfully out-tuning Supertramp. - Lily giggled as she nodded.
- Hey! Speak for yourself! - said James vehemently - You were out-tuning Moony. - and straightening up his face he added: - I wasn't even singing.
Remus gave him a questioning look (yes, that one that brought forebodings of BAD things… from his wry sense of humour to the recipient of those).
- Of course not Prongs, you were out-dancing, and eye-damagingly prancing around - James tried to look upset without quite managing, a merry grin on his face.
And the light bickering went on as the two friends got heated on their friendly verbal sparring. Lily, in turn, watched between amused and shocked, her eyes going continually from one to another; while they waited for the rest of the meeting attendants to arrive. In all her years she had never seen Remus act so informally around anyone before; not that they had been too close. But as she watches both boys, which are steadily becoming two of her favourite people, it is obviously she has never had the measure of either two.