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Chapter Three: Third Year

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What a surprise: another year where Lily got stuck next to James Potter in virtually every subject. She was really considering transferring to Beauxbatons, or at least somewhere far away from this boy and his admirations. Currently, the boy-wonder himself was joking around as usual with Sirius Black. Black was seated at the desk in front of her with her mate Claire.

After class began, Sirius turned around and tapped on the shared desk, "Psst, Prongs!" There was a permanent glimmer of mischief in his eye, but at present it was stronger than ever.

"What?" James asked, mock annoyed at the interruption of his education. Lily continued to take notes furiously despite the murmured distraction occurring beside her. Claire remained oblivious, twirling her curly locks against her quill.

"Look! Someone tripped me in the hallway while I was on my way over here from Divinations." There was a smile on his face as Sirius lifted his pants leg to reveal a swollen, red ankle. Bruising was beginning to form halfway up his shin as apparent yellow and purple discolorations started to show.

"Whoa!" exclaimed James. "Jeez, Padfoot. Have you gone to Madam Pomfrey yet?"

Even Lily herself couldn't help but opening her mouth a bit. She cringed at the sight of the seriously painful looking injury.

"No. Why would I? I'll just get good ole Evans here to perform a healing charm."

"Yeah right," scoffed Lily. She flipped her red hair over her shoulder as she tried to peel her eyes off of Sirius' ankle. It wasn't happening, though she was flattered that Black thought so highly of her skill set.

"Come on, Evans! Didn't you see how big it was?" shouted James in protest.

Claire bolted around, finally snapping out of her daze and managing to catch the last of their conversation. "Excuse me?!" she asked, disbelieving. "Lily, how could you?!"

"Not like that." said Lily, rolling her eyes and palming her forehead. "Especially not with Black. That's repulsive!"

"You wish you saw how big it was," said Sirius, catching the drift and flashing one of his infamous smirks.

"Shut up, Black." Claire sighed and turned back to her work.

author's note: I hope u guys still like this, if you're even reading. Please review it helps soooooo much. I'm sorry I type like an idiot I swear I really am writing this story like it's mine I just type casually like a nimrod. Which apparently is actually a hunter-gatherer or s/t I'm not really sure. -lia