"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" I gawked at the Monkey King… HE WAS EATING MY HOMEWORK! I wasn't going to stand there, doing nothing, no; I had spent thirty minutes on that. Thirty minutes of waste, that soon would become real waste going through King Kong's digestion system!

"Hello…" Why was the gorilla's voice so high pitched? I mean, it was a pretty normal voice, nothing wrong with it really, but it poured out of the wrong mouth.

"Heeeeeeellllllooooooww…" The words were amplified, both in volume and pronunciation. Surely, these were not the words that the Monkey King would utter through his black, withered, creased, and puckered up mouth, if that was what the hole truly was. The voice was… assuming I was correct… was feminine. His eyes bloodshot, craving, raving and delirious. His lips were definatly moving, but it… it wasn't right. What about his evil monologue! What about the fact that he was erasing any evidence of me doing my homework, purely for the detentions I would be thrust into if such a thing happened. It was the cue for his manic laughter to echo through the cave walls as I watched him helplessly.

"Alex!" Despite the scene of visualised horror, my senses rekindled. I gathered all my knowledge of voices, and naturally, the owner popped up.

I had been day-dreaming. Again. Well, there had to be a time where I needed to recharge my exuberance. By doing so, I would drift to my stoic state, day dreaming. It happens every transfiguration lesson, so, nothing new. Well, I was fully conscious now.

I looked up at the tall girl who voiced King Kong for the last part of my imaginary horror scene. Yes, it was good old Frankie.

Yeah, I guess this is the description chapter, isn't it? This is where I indulge you to a tedious description of everyone. I'll try to liven it up with lots of fancy words.

Oh, shoot, I just forgot all the words I was saving up… I could try in Spanish… I you like… Hola!

Never mind…

So, long story short, she was a tall girl, with blond curls that were tied into a pony tail (a curly one) and blue eyes. Well, not just any blue eyes, her eyes were a shade of blue hue, with miniscule flecks of black around the iris. Bottom line: she was drop dead gorgeous. I knew she was pretty, but those words were taken of from Heath Fletcher's 'very secret' (and yet I found out) quotes that he said very audibly to some guy in Hufflepuff.

"I've got the notes for the homework Minnie set-"

"But you know that I'm not gonna do it." I concluded… Or so I thought.

"You are if you want good grades…"

"Which I get them naturally. No effort required."

"Of course, I swear I remember you saying that the word 'effort' was officially not in your dictionary."

"Well of course it isn't, I don't have a dictionary."

I broke of from leaning on the table. I got out of my chair. I yawned and walked out of McGonagall's classroom. "Bye Minnie!" I didn't need to look back to tell that Minerva had a suppressed smile creeping up.

I was so beautiful; I made people give suppressed smiles. Oh, yeah, I'm pretty too. Basically, I have electric straight dark brown hair, with a layered cut. I also have a complementary pair of eyes that are (once again) dark brown. My hair is quite short actually, it used to be a bob cut a month ago, but now it reaches up to my shoulders. Yeah, my hair basically has this vampire rule; it looks black when not exposed to sunlight. I guess that's where I go wrong, I don't have fangs or ashen skin. What I do have, though, is powers. They don't call me a witch for nothing. (By the way, over here at Hogwarts, that's a really good thing to call someone.) Yeah, sorry vampires, but I only have olive skin and normal canines. Guess I won't be invited for dinner. Well, they could say they wanted me to join the feast.

"Hey, Frankie, guess what I dreamed about today?"

T'was Friday today; we'd just had our last lesson of the day. It was the start of October. It was the seventh year, and everything was fine. Frankie was looking at me expectantly.

"You've forgotten, haven't you?" It was a question, but it didn't sound like one.

"Yes, I really forgot about your birthday, do you want to remind me? Oh wait, I just remembered." I know… it's not the right striking tone when talking to a practical sister. Hey, Frankie was my best friend, she didn't mind. I was just really cranky about the fact that I had to walk all the way up to our dormitory. I was a witch for god's sake. Why couldn't I just apparate there. 'It's illegal for underage wizards' would be Lily Evans' comment on that; I bet her birth was illegal. I bet making her head girl was illegal. Wait… head girl was perfect for Lily, you know, since they're so uptight. No offence to James, nah, he was one of the best. Too bad he was head Boy.

"Good. You do realise that birthdays require presents."

"Ooooh! Ol' Frankie's finally discovered the definition of greed! I thought I'd never live to see this, I'd never thought you'd see it either." Yeah, I'd rather tell you than show you, but Frankie is a bit of what we call a 'pushover' around these parts.

She smirked and rolled her eyes. "Thought I'd just mix it up a little."

"This is 7th year, things are messed up already. It doesn't need your help darlin'."I'll admit, I felt a bit drunk, but I don't drink, I swear. Besides, it's a Friday (my least favourite day) it's where I get all sloppy and deranged (like on other days).

"Hey, why do you need presents from me? Half the boys from Gryffindor will leave at least ten present in your dormitory." Now I think it wasn't necessary to tell you she was attractive before hand.

"Boys don't have access to the girl's dormitories."

"As if that's going to stop them." I huffed.

"Just because you're my best friend, that doesn't cut you slack."

"Calm down, of course I'm going to get you a present. HEY! How about I set you up with Fletcher? He's pretty good looking." I was bad at present giving. Yet somehow, I always ended up giving Frankie what she wanted.

"He's not the one I want." I heard her mutter under her breath. God, in the last twenty seconds since the discovery of greed, Frankie had become quite pernickety. I didn't bother asking her who she wanted. She would never own up. Oh yeah, her birthday was on October 15th, if you wanted to know. If you want to give Frankie a present, try wrapping it up in a Winnie the Pooh gift wrap. She'll never see it coming…

We used to watch Winnie The Pooh a lot (Frankie had a crush on Christopher Robin, I had one on Tigger,) you know, being muggle-born and all.

A few more steps until we reached the end of the staircase. Three, two, one. "Nibbles." The fat lady greeted Frankie, and eyes me as she let us pass through to the Gryffindor common room. It was vacant. No bustle or hustle. It looked extremely spacious every time I entered, but today, even more so. Everyone was probably down at Hogsmeade. A party for the loss of Slytherin, and victory of Gryffindor. Quidditch was my favourite sport, no doubt about that, but right now I didn't feel like partying. You should've seen the match. Gryffindor soiled Slytherin when James caught the snitch. Not that we weren't in the lead already. 90-30. Beating Slytherin was a cure to all known illnesses, as Slytherins were illnesses themselves. I felt like prodding down to Hogsmeade, but if anyone found me, they'd drag me straight to the party. Let's face it; if I wasn't at the party, there wasn't really one. However, I was not in the mood of boasting. I know, quite peculiar… Don't worry, I wasn't bewitched.

"You coming?" What d'you know? Frankie had gone up to the dormitories and got changed while I stood gaping at the common room like an idiot.

Before I could respond she said "Okay, bye!" and slammed the door. I don't think the portrait harbouring the fat lady would appreciate that.

I sat down in the soft recliner beside the cackling fireplace. I gazed into it. I inhaled, closed my eyes, and rested my head…

The entrance door swung open.

"Alex?"

I didn't need to open my eyes to tell that it was James Potter.

"I just met Frankie, I was wondering where you were. What are you doing down here? Why aren't you at my party?" By this point I had opened my eyes.

"That is a good question," I raised my index finger above my head, no doubt looking drunk "which shall be answered in good time." No doubt I felt drunk.

James surveyed me. I, contrarily, did not. It was obvious that his untameable hair was still jet black, that he wore glasses and looked handsome. Unless he lost the muscles, dyed his hair, wore contacts and/or used polyjuice potion to transform into that thing called Peter Pettigrew, he was the same as usual. James and potions… no, polyjuice was far too hard for the likes of a Marauder.

The Marauders is what James and his little assemble of four called themselves. I guess it was plural for, well, them. But let's not get into that… yet.

Even though I was well aware of his appearance, I took a look; just out of curiosity… he was holding a bouquet. Not just any bouquet, they were… they were… Lilies. White lilies, with a hint of a green line sprouting through the centre of the petals, scattered with black freckles. Lily!

"How many times does she have to turn you down for you to get the picture? Get it in your head James; Lily will never go out with you. Snape's got better chances with her, and that's something, he actually has a chance, let alone better. Lilies don't last long. Pretty, but not long lasting. I'll tell you now what I should've told you before, you're dreaming about a girl who could make your life a nightmare." James didn't look at all discouraged at my words. Typical James.

But this time, his shoulders drooped; he let his arms dangle by his side, as did the single bouquet. His smile vanished, and out came a face of utter and sheer bafflement.

"Why do you hate Lily so much?" The words were plain and simple. If this was an exam paper, I bet this question would be worth one mark, but I'd skip this question anyway. I pursed my lips. I didn't want to sit and argue with a friend that was gaga over some girl who thought he was some kind of messed up delinquent. Either way, even if I said something right yet opposing to Lily Evans, he'd flick of the dirt from his ruddy blue jeans onto the truth. He'd always vouch for her.

"Good luck. I don't want her to reject you. Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you." My words were short and clipped, although there wasn't much trace of sincerity in the first part, there was sympathy in the other.

He smiled. "You'd never offend anyone."

I laughed with a false tone. "Try telling that to the teachers."

His smile broadened, he waved and turned. Then he stopped short. "So that's a no for the party. Isn't it?" His impish grin was back in business. I just gave a curt nod, and voosh! He was gone.

I sat there; idle, with eyes wide open. I looked up, and started to trudge over towards my dormitory.