Chapter Thirty One: "This is only the beginning."
The rest of fifth year passed uneventfully. I had become slightly withdrawn and forlorn. The day before we were set to leave Hogwarts and never to return as fifth year students, Dumbledore had organised a feast with the help of Prefects, me included. The whole hall had been decorated with summer flowers and vines, making it feel like the forest of the fairies in 'Midsummer Night's Dream'.
"Lily! Where are my black jeans?" Belle hollered to me from the dorm. I was in the bathroom, cleaning my teeth.
"Which ones?" I yelled back, my mouth full of toothpaste.
"The ones you borrowed, you dolt!" She bellowed and flung open the bathroom door.
"Under your bed. You flung them under there when I gave them back after my date with that cute Hufflepuff." I replied, spitting into the basin.
"Oh right, yeah. Sorry about the whole dolt thing." She grinned sheepishly. She hurried out and I heard the door slam. Then it was flung open again and Cassie galloped in.
"Lil! Lil, don't go down into the common room! The Marauders have pranked you!" Cassie gasped, her breathing hurried and uneven.
I turned and stormed down to the common room. Every piece of underwear that I owned had been strung up in the common room for all to see. My cheeks heated rapidly and I strode over to Potter and his mangy little friends.
"James?" I asked sweetly.
He turned to look at me, a shocked expression on his face. "You called me James."
"Yes I did. James, why is every item of underwear that I possess, HANGING IN THE COMMON ROOM??!!" I yelled, my hair falling infront of my eyes. I pushed it out of the way irritably and glared at him.
"Um… because we put it there?" It was more of a question than a statement.
I threw up my hands and sighed deeply. I produced my wand and muttered the summoning spell as I stormed back up to our dorm. My underwear floated serenely after me.
I paused on the top stair and swung round. Realisation hit me. I sent my undergarments into the dorm and stalked over to the Marauders.
"Which one of you sick sons-of-bitches went through my drawers?" My eyes blazed. My gaze settled on Potter, who was shaking slightly. "Ah yes. Potter." I grinned evilly. "Excuse me, ladies, gentlemen and, of course, Sirius. I would just like to announce that James Harold Potter is right at this very moment, getting over a rather nasty rash. So any of you girls who were planning on warming his bed tonight, don't. Not unless you want to catch it. It's highly contagious. It can also be passed on through kissing. If I had to put a time on James' recovery, I'd say, a month at the least. Thank you and goodnight." I smirked as many of the girls hovering around the Marauders stepped back hesitantly.
"When will this end Lily? Anytime soon?" Potter laughed.
"Oh no. This is only the beginning." I replied.