Chapter Two

If God's the game that you're playing,

Well, we must get more acquainted,

Because it has to be so lonely,

To be the only one who's holy.

Feeling tired and extremely bloated from eating so much at the feast, Evangeline and the Marauder's trudged out of the Great Hall. Evangeline had abandoned her duty to show the first years to Gryffindor tower, instead leaving it all to Remus and Lily – after all, she had been kicked out of the Prefect compartment and had been threatened of being stripped of her badge. She made sure and avoided Portia and Laurence like the plague – just in case they cornered her and lectured her about the 'Prefectly Mannerisms' or took her badge from her – not that she cared. As they made their way into the Entrance Hall, they followed the majority of the student body up the stairs.

'I'm never eating that much again,' Evangeline complained, clutching her stomach as they slowly climbed the stairs. 'I feel like I'm pregnant or something – I bet I look it too!' she whined, glancing down at her stomach and frowning.

Sirius stared at her, he blinked once and opened his mouth to speak. 'Did you just say something about being pregnant? That couldn't be possible –'

'She said she looked pregnant, Pads,' James informed him, but glanced at his best friend with a raised eyebrow. The protective elder brother mode had taken over. 'You better not bloody well have–'

'James!' Evangeline exclaimed, slapping him across the back of the head. 'You know Sirius and I are responsible! Keep your nose out of our business!' James gave her a knowing yet slightly peeved look. 'Yes, I know you're just in big brother mode and I am grateful for you caring about me – but seriously! It's Sirius – you know he wouldn't hurt me,' she said, glancing momentarily at the raven haired, grey eyed boy walking beside her brother and smiling.

'I know he wouldn't or he'd have me to deal with,' James said, looking at Sirius austerely but immediately his expression changed. 'Guys!' Sirius looked shocked at James' sudden outburst, and stared at him in confusion. 'I've just remembered! Annual first night prank! Have we got any resources?' he said quickly, as he waved his hands about in a flurry.

Evangeline sighed. 'Honestly, is that all you can think about? But yes, I have my own resources and you may use them if you wish – but at a price,' she said, glancing at her brother with a sly smile.

'Oh come on! I'm your brother!' James complained.

'And you think that makes a difference?' Evangeline countered.

'You know, I think you've got stuck-up since you got that badge,' James noted, sending his twin a mocking look, to which he received a glare. 'Just get your head outta your ass and let me borrow your supplies,' he snapped, a little foolishly, forgetting how proud his sister could be.

Evangeline's eyes narrowed dangerously, and she plunged her hand into the pocket of her robes, fishing out her wand. Within a flash, she had swished her wand through the air, pointing it towards James and yelled; 'Furnunculus!' She surveyed her handiwork with a slight smile, as James' face began to sprout angry, red boils. James gasped, and quickly raised his hands to his face, but before he could begin to yell at her, Evangeline spun on her heel and skipped up the stairs leaving Sirius, Peter, and an angry James at the foot of the stairs. When she reached the top of the stairs, she stopped, glancing down at them. 'You know it's not nice to insult people, Jamie. Best run off to Madame Pomfrey to get those boils fixed,' she said, in a sickly sweet voice, grinning down at her brother – who seemed to be grinning back mischievously.

'You know, Miss Potter. Being a Prefect usually means that one should have the gumption not jinx other students,' a stern Scottish voice uttered from behind Evangeline. The raven haired girl physically froze; her eyes widened and she mentally cursed herself. She bravely turned around – McGonagall was staring at her, she seemed thoroughly unimpressed to say the least. 'I would have thought that awarding you a Prefect's badge would have given you more sense of responsibility, Miss Potter. Clearly it hasn't.'

Evangeline grimaced, but managed a slight smile. 'Well Professor – I'd rather make my point clear about rule-breaking by giving the .. uh .. rule breakers … a first hand punishment,' she said, with a curt nod. Professor McGonagall raised her eyebrow. 'But, of course, it was only James, Professor – I was simply testing the method to see if it would work,' Evangeline said, attempting to weasel her way out of a detention. 'I mean, he's only my brother – and it wasn't a very dangerous jinx, Professor.'

'Dangerous jinx or not, Miss Potter – it is against the rules to hex, jinx or curse any of your fellow pupils –' Evangeline opened her mouth to protest, ' – even your very own brother and being a Prefect does not give you the authority to ignore those rules,' Professor McGonagall said shortly. 'I am afraid I am going to have to take points for your foolishness – and that reminds me! Miss Davies came to see me, complaining of your inarticulate and vulgar actions towards her this morning. Honestly, Miss Potter – have some control over yourself! You were given that badge for a reason, the least you could do is live up to it. You'll have detention on Friday night –'

Evangeline gaped at her Head of House. 'But Professor! Davies hates me! She's obviously going to want to get me in trouble and anyway, that is a total exaggeration of what happened –'

'Miss Potter, I appreciate that yourself and Portia Davies do not get along – but you could at least pretend until she leaves next year,' McGonagall snapped, her nostrils flaring dangerously. She stared sternly at the raven haired girl who wasn't looking particularly happy about having to pretend to like someone she obviously hated. 'Detention Friday night, my office, Potter – and if you will excuse me I would like to get to bed.' With one last glance between Evangeline, Sirius, James and Peter, the Professor turned on the spot and strode down the corridor, her long robes billowing.

Evangeline sighed and shrugged her shoulders casually. 'Well Jamesy, looks like I'm winning this year already,' she said with a triumphant smile. Her brother glowered, his expression not entirely amused. After all, he had lost their annual competition last year.

'That's not exactly a good thing, Evangeline,' Peter noted, scratching his head. 'You are.. eh .. a Prefect – like McGonagall said, you're supposed to stay out of trouble. Not cause it.'

Evangeline laughed manically. 'You think that because I'm a Prefect, I'm going to stop causing trouble! You really don't know me at all, do you, Peter,' she said, shaking her head. 'You guys coming or not? 'Cause, well, I think I hear my bed calling me.' And with a subtle wink towards Sirius, she skipped down the hallway and out of sight.

Sirius eyes widened, and he smirked. He was about to make a quick getaway up the stairs after Evangeline when an arm slammed across his chest, refraining him. He sent a baffled glance towards James, who was glaring dangerously at him. 'Don't even think about it, Black.'

*~x~*

Evangeline skipped happily towards Gryffindor Tower; she had a feeling that this year would be a rather good one – with the exception that the fact that the one person she hated that wasn't in Slytherin, was Head Girl. But she thought that it would be best to take advantage of that situation. After all, it was Portia Davies' last year and Evangeline promised to make it the most adventurous year yet … well, for Evangeline anyway. When she reached the portrait of the Fat Lady, she smiled up and said, 'Hello again, did you have a good summer?'

The Fat Lady snorted, 'Well of course I did! No bratty teenagers running around rampantly, destroying the lovely castle! ... Password?'

Evangeline scowled. 'Well, how rude,' she said stiffly, pouting slightly. 'Hopping Hippogriffs,' she said, crossing her arms impatiently, waiting for the Fat Lady to let her into the common room. She glared at the Fat Lady who simply turned around, her nose in the air. 'Are you going to let me in or not?!'

'That was the wrong password.'

'Don't be daft! I'm a Prefect – I know that's the password! Hopping Hippogriffs!'

The Fat Lady turned to face her once more, a disbelieving smirk on her face. 'You .. are a Prefect?' Then she burst into laughter. Evangeline did not find this even slightly amusing. 'Has Professor Dumbledore gone batty? You! You're just as bad as that Sirius Black! Honestly .. the Professors these days.' Evangeline continued to glower at the Fat Lady, who eventually sighed, rolled her eyes and swung open the portrait to let the Gryffindor into the common room.

'About bloody time,' Evangeline muttered, and climbed through the portrait hole and began to walk into the common room, leaving the Fat Lady to start complaining to herself about the sense of humor of the students these days. 'Can't take a joke?' Evangeline repeated, 'What a hypocrite – she didn't seem to like it when I painted a swarm of wasps in her portrait in forth year. And that was a joke …'

'You know, Potter. Talking to yourself is the first sign of madness.'

Evangeline glanced around to identify where the voice had come from. Jade Robinson was sitting in the corner at the small desk, a book sitting in front of her, smirking up at her team mate.. Evangeline immediately broke into a grin. 'Jade! Nice to see you again, pal! Have a good summer?' she asked, pulling out the chair on the other side of the table and sitting down opposite the Gryffindor chaser.

'It was alright I guess – the parents and me went to France for a month – '

'Which explains why you are so tanned,' Evangeline said, noticing how Jade's skin was a healthy, golden brown colour, which differed from her pasty, white colour last year. And she didn't mean that in a bad way.

'Yeah,' Jade laughed, 'I do prefer it to my usual milk bottle white. But yeah, France was great. Dad got us tickets to see the Marseilles Minxes versus the Paris Panthers. Oh my word, Evangeline, the quality of the Quidditch was bloody amazing! We were lucky to be there early enough to see the Minxes warm-up session – I even took down some of the drills! I thought James might find them useful …'

'That's brilliant! He spent the last few weeks of the summer thinking up drills, and it wasn't going very well. He'll definitely find the ones you took down useful. And the good thing about them is, if they work for the Minxes – who are top of the French League One – then they'll hopefully work for us! Aaaah! This is fantastic – you my friend, are a genius!' Evangeline exclaimed, overwhelmed of the possibility that they would be using the best team in France's warming-up drills in practice sessions. She gratefully – and in a non-gay way – kissed Jade's head. The fourth year couldn't help but laugh. 'We are winning the cup this year again, kid,' Evangeline said, rising from her chair. 'I can feel it.'

'Let's just hope nothing bad happens, eh?' Jade replied, with a hint of a smirk.

'Are you suggesting that I will do something stupid this year, Robinson?' Evangeline replied, raising her eyebrow.

Jade chuckled, 'Of course not, Potter. Now piss away off and let me read my book.' Evangeline gaped at the fourth year, who was now oozing confidence. She was totally different from her shy, timid former self. She could see Jade smirking to herself, and she shook her head, walking away from her, leaving her in peace.

'Best not to get on her bad side this year – might get decapitated,' Evangeline muttered as she walked towards the spiral stairs which lead to the girls dormitories.

'What was that, Potter?' Jade shouted from across the common room.

Evangeline laughed, 'Nothing, Robinson. Just you get back to your God-damned book,' she said, not bothering to look back at her fellow Gryffindor. She had to admit, she rather liked this new Jade Robinson. Feisty and confident, misses nothing. She sensed that there would definitely be some good banter on the Quidditch pitch this year.

Evangeline climbed the spiral stairs, walking past several other dormitories before reaching the sixth year girls dormitory. The large oak door was closed shut, so she pushed down the handle and opened the door. She peered in to see Willow Mackenzie sitting on her bed, a book perched between her knees. She looked up and immediately Evangeline noticed that Willow's bug-like glasses had been replaced with more modern rectangular shaped ones and that she had got her hair cut into a shoulder-length bob with messy bangs. Evangeline quite liked her new look; it made her look less … nerdy.

'Evening, Evangeline,' Willow said politely with a small smile. 'Did you have a good summer?' she asked as the raven haired girl entered the dormitory, closing the door behind her.

Evangeline smiled back, and made her way towards her bed which was by the window. 'Yes, I did, thank you, Willow. I like your new glasses, they're very nice,' she said collapsing down onto her bed, wallowing in how comfortable it was. She sighed and closed her eyes; she was back home. 'How was your summer?'

Willow sighed and set down her book, before looking up at Evangeline and beaming. 'Oh Evangeline. It was amazing! Well, I finally decided to get my hair cut into something a bit more fashionable, and well, I thought it was silly to get a nice new hair cut and not get some new glasses, so I these,' she said, lifting them off her nose and gazing at them. 'And then … in August, my parents, my brother Uel and I went to Cornwall. And well, I sort of met this guy.'

Evangeline's eyes snapped open and she sat right up, staring incredulously at Willow who now seemed to be blushing. 'You being serious?! Wow … congratulations,Willow!' she said, grinning. She certainly was having a surprising year already. First Jade and now Willow. Next thing you know, Lily will start dating James and Peter will finally come out that he's gay. Evangeline jumped from her bed to Izzy's which was beside Willow's. She sat watching Willow, expecting more gossip. 'So … what's he like?'

'Well .. he's a Muggle.' She said this in a rather embarrassed tone.

'So.'

'Oh … I didn't mean it in a bad way. It's just … I'm scared of telling him that I'm a witch and then him running off scared or something,' Willow admitted, looking down at her hands and beginning to pick at her nails.

'Well if he does do that, he's not worth it,' Evangeline said wisely, with a small smile. 'Oh come on, tell me about him! I like gossip just as much as any other girl!'

Willow laughed at Evangeline's eagerness. 'Well, his name's Connor, and I met him at the beach down in Cornwall. He was surfing at the time and I was just walking across the beach watching him and his friends. I went and sat down at the picnic tables, and just read my book for a while, but then he came over and joined me – I nearly had heart failure!'

Evangeline laughed, 'I take it, that he's good-looking then?'

Willow blushed, 'Well, I think he is. He's got that typical surfer's hair. You know, a sort of dirty blonde colour, that's shaggy and hangs over his eyes. He's really tanned too. And he's got green eyes – I have a thing for green eyes – '

'Listen, Willow. I'm sorry you feel that way, but, I – I don't have feelings for you. I have Sirius. I – I'm just not that type of girl,' Evangeline stated seriously, before bursting into peals of laughter.

Willow chuckled and rolled her eyes. 'Oh, you know what I mean! I meant guys with green eyes. Did I mention also has a very toned body? A six-pack and everything,' she said dreamily, staring into the distance.

Evangeline shook her head, 'Well, Willow, I shall be going to bed now, as to not interrupt your lovely little fantasies,' she said, winking at her fellow Gryffindor before jumping off Izzy's bed, wandering over to her own and began to rummage through her trunk. Once she had found her make-up bag and wash-bag, she gathered them into her arms and made her way into the bathroom. She placed both her bags on the top shelf, which she had always claimed as she was the tallest. She ran back into the dormitory and grabbed her Holyhead Harpies t-shirt, before returning to the bathroom where she changed into it. After washing her face and brushing her teeth, she returned into the dormitory where she climbed into bed. Not caring that it was only eight o'clock and she was probably missing the prank that James, Sirius and Peter were concocting, she closed her eyes and snuggled up under the duvet; she adored her sleep.

*~x~*

'Evangeline, get up!'

Evangeline groaned, turning away from the owner of the voice, and ignoring them. She pulled the duvet up to cover her head. It was too early – she knew it. And she knew fine rightly that it was Lily trying to get her out of bed. It was certainly not for happening.

'EVANGELINE! GET UP!'

'Urggh .. piss off, Lily!' Evangeline grunted. She flapped her arms, motioning for Lily to do exactly what she had told her to do. She felt tugging at her duvet, yet she curled herself tighter underneath it.

'POTTER! YOU HAVE PREFECT DUTIES TONIGHT! GET OUT OF YOUR PIT RIGHT BLOODY NOW!'

'Like hell I'm doing Prefect duties at six o'clock in the morning! PISS OFF!'

'IT'S TEN O'CLOCK AT NIGHT, POTTER!'

Evangeline sat up, 'WHAT THE HELL DID YOU WAKE ME UP FOR THEN? GO DO THEM YOURSELF!' she roared, only then realizing that it wasn't Lily she was arguing with. 'What are you doing in my dormitory? You're a Ravenclaw!' she spat at Portia Davies who was standing, livid, at the end of Evangeline's bed.

Portia smirked. 'The Head Girl and Boy have unlimited access to any living quarters in the castle, Potter. If you had taken a leaflet on the train this morning, you would have known that,' she said, smugly.

'Even if I had taken one, I wouldn't have read it!' Evangeline retorted, before lying back down again and ignoring Davies' presence. 'Now piss off and let me sleep,' she snapped, closing her eyes.

'You are pushing me over the limit, Potter. Get out of bed now or I will have you expelled!' Portia shouted; Evangeline ignored her. 'Fine. Have it your way then.'

Suddenly, Evangeline was lifted out of bed, her head hitting the top of her four-poster bed. She yelled loudly in exclamation. 'Put me down you conceited, pushy bitch!' she shouted, flailing her limbs about as she was dragged through the air after Portia. 'Even if you take me to my Prefects Post – do you really think I will stay there for long?' Portia ignored her. 'Put me down!' Yet again she was ignored, and trailed through the air, down the spiral stairs towards the common room. 'You could have at least let me put trousers on! You do realize you are showing the whole of the Gryffindor common room my knickers?' Evangeline snarled, glaring daggers at the blonde that walked in front of her. 'Oh .. so you don't care! FINE! I always knew you were a heartless bitch, Portia. Boy was I right!'

Evangeline ignored the whispers, wolf-whistles and sly comments as she was dragged through the common room in the air; her legs and knickers on show for the whole of the room to see. 'Just so you all know,' Portia began, 'Potter here is supposed to be a Prefect.'

'A Prefect that is going to give you hell,' Evangeline growled venomously. 'I'd hate to be you when you really get on my nerves, Blondie.'

There was sniggers and wily laughter from around the common room. All the Gryffindors knew that Evangeline wasn't someone you messed with. You especially didn't show her knickers to quite a lot of people, whether she was in them or, you had nicked them. Evangeline April Potter would get you back.

'Yes, yes … whatever you say, Potter,' Portia replied, though she didn't entirely believe it. Well, that was her own problem. And this problem was going to give her a lot of bother. The blonde Head Girl continued to walk through the Gryffindor common room, and through the portrait hole, Evangeline bobbing through the air behind her. Portia made her way down the corridor and down the stairs. Evangeline had quietened down, not bothering to waste her breath on someone that wasn't going to reply. 'You know, I'm beginning to prefer the silent Potter to the rowdy Potter. Maybe you should try it more often,' the Head Girl stated.

'Well, I prefer the rowdy Potter, and I'm sure as hell everyone else does too.'

'Oh really. You think that do you? Well that will soon change, Potter. You mark my words. It has been less than one day since I have been Head Girl at this school and already you've made the job a misery. You being the misery. I will have that rowdiness snapped out of you sooner than you can say detention – '

'Detention,' Evangeline said smugly. 'Oh darn! I don't actually think that worked, Portia. Let's hope you have another scintillating method up your sleeve to 'snap the rowdiness out of me.'

'Don't you worry, Potter. I have plenty of other ways, you'll just have to wait and see – '

'I can't bloody wait!' Evangeline said sarcastically.

'Ahh .. glad to see you are already here, Lucius – ' Lucius? Lucius Malfoy?!

'WHAT?!' Evangeline shouted angrily. 'NO FUCKING WAY AM I DOING PREFECT DUTIES WITH MALFOY! THAT'S LIKE HAVING A TEA-PARTY WITH VOLDEMORT!'

Lucius smirked. 'Well, I'm sure the Dark Lord would appreciate your company for a .. eh, tea-party, Potter. But I don't think he attends many these days –'

'It's a figure of speech, Malfoy! There's more chance of me shoving a baseball bat up my ass than having a fucking tea-party with Voldemort. NOW LET ME DOWN!' Evangeline roared, glowering at the two people standing below her, grinning smugly. With a flick of Portia's wand, Evangeline landed on the hard stone floor with a thud. She groaned, 'Thanks a lot, bitch.'

'Whatever, Potter. You're post ends at midnight,' Portia informed her as she got to her feet. 'Any funny business and Lucius will inform me in the morning. You'll be needing this.' She threw Evangeline's wand at her; the raven haired girl caught it with ease. 'See you both in the morning.' With one last glare sent Evangeline's way, Portia walked down the corridor, and out of sight leaving the to enemies glowering at one another.

'Nice legs, Potter.'

Evangeline knew that this would be a long night.

Okay, I bet you all thought I had died or something. Well, I'm alive so, you can all jump for joy! (: So, you know the drill. You read. You like or you dislike, you love or you hate. Then you REVIEW! I wanna know what you think (: It's been a while, I know. I am terribly sorry, but I don't have very much spare time at the moment! But thanks to all you guys who have stuck by my stories this far … you don't know how much I love you guys!

Also, once my exams are over, I promise to try and get maybe two chapters up every month or something. I just have to work out a plan.

If you want a story update, please tell me. Although. I have been having a request to update Love Story for a long time. And I feel so bad for not doing it. So, that is going to be my top priority – even if I am having serious writers block where it is considered.

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