Everyone but Alvie and River and names belongs to J.K. Rowling
"Hi, Dee!" Alvie threw her arms enthusiastically around Lily and proceeded to suffocate the poor girl.
"Cutting off air flow!" Evans choked out, causing Alvie to briefly squeeze her tighter before letting go.
"Of course," Lily glared, massaging her neck. "I can't breathe, so the natural thing to do is further throttle me."
"Yup, that's right." She had a prominent American accent.
"Bitch."
James gaped. He had never heard Lily swear before, and seeing her use it on her mate was slightly earth-shattering. Sirius, on the other hand, looked on with mild interest.
"Slut." Alvie shot back. Lily didn't even flinch, although Remus and Peter did.
"Slag!"
"Dee, that's like, the British term of slut. Doesn't count."
"Yes it does. It's just a different way of saying it."
"Fine, whore."
Lily cocked an eyebrow at Sirius' facial expression. "You enjoying this, Black?"
"Immensely, Evans. You gonna take that lying down?"
"Obviously not. Asshole."
"Back to the basics, then?" Alvie questioned. "Okay, bastard."
"Can't call me that. Male form of bitch."
"You called me a slag after I said slut." Alvie argued. "Double standard, Dee." She sang.
Lily was about to retort when Dumbledore stood up. "Battle adjourned?" She questioned, barely moving her lips. Alvie nodded without tearing her eyes from the headmaster.
"Welcome students, one and all! Welcome new first years and graduating seventh years! I will talk more at a later time, but, for now, please eat more than half your body weight! We shall not waste food!"
Sirius quickly grabbed anything within a three-foot radius of him and piled it onto his plate, James doing the same. Alvie watched, amused, as Sirius began to eat at a speed that could threaten his health.
He smirked when he saw her eyes on him, swallowed an enormous bite of steak-and-kidney pie, and then asked cockily "Like what you see?"
"I don't know. That food looked delicious, but it wasn't on your plate long enough for me to really study it. You going to be a proper lady and introduce me, Dee?" She stated calmly over James, Remus, and Peter's guffaws.
"Why do you call her Dee?" James interjected. He had always liked Lily's name.
"Dee is actually the letter D. Like, the fourth of the English alphabet. It stands for death."
"That's pretty morbid of you, don't you think?" Remus frowned.
"Not really. The lily is the flower of death. It is commonly used at funerals. In Great Britain, where the flowers don't grow year round, chrysanthemums are used when the lily is unavailable." Alvie explained.
There was silence. Evans was eating her food steadily, having already been used to this for some time. The rest just gawked at Alvie, slightly shocked that she knew so much about the topic.
"So, you going to introduce me, Dee?" Alvie repeated.
Lily set her goblet of pumpkin juice firmly on the table before responding. "Yeah. This is Marlene, Mary, Dorcas, Hestia, and Donia. They're the girls in our dormitory." Lily gestured to the girls sitting diagonally from her. Each roommate eyed the new girl. "Already mentioned people, this is Alvie. I thought she could take the bed by the window, next to mine. Is that okay?"
Dorcas Meadows looked up from her conversation with Hestia. "Of course, Lily. It's not a problem. Hello, Alvie."
"But I thought I could take the window this year!" Donia put a slightly whining tone on her complaint.
"You've never wanted it before now, Don." Hestia put in. "Why not let her have it?"
"If it's not too much trouble, I love looking at the stars at night." Alvie added, brightly flashing a grin at the flustered girl.
Donia pouted, but gave in anyway. "Oh, alright."
"Good, that's settled, then," Lily stated business-like. She then pulled on Alvie's sleeve to get her to look in the opposite direction. "Now over there," Lily said, eyes passing over the Marauders and landing on the Ravenclaw table. "Is my good friend River Bramworth." She pointed him out to her.
"And who are your obviously-not-good-friends sitting directly beside and across from you?" Alvie asked innocently, seeing right through her.
Lily sighed. "That's Remus Lupin-" She was cut off by Alvie, who had practically vaulted the table, on which the desserts had now appeared, in the attempt to shake Remus' hand. "I am charmed, dear boy, charmed."
"Alvie!" Lily came to rescue Remus, who was torn between hilarity and bemusement at the girl's actions. "Sit down." Alvie obligingly sat, while Sirius shook with peals of laughter, along with Peter and James.
"Sirius Black," Lily continued tentatively, afraid of a further outburst from her friend.
Alvie inclined her head simply, acknowledging his existence. "What?" Sirius teased. "I don't get a handshake?" He held out his hand straight in front of him like he didn't have an elbow.
She pondered this for a second. "Well, I had only done that to embarrass Dee," Here she glanced at Remus. "Sorry about that, didn't mean to scare you."
Remus smiled warmly at her. "No harm done."
She turned and faced Sirius across the table squarely with her whole body. "But, if you insist." She grabbed his hand, brought it upwards and down again once, and then nodded her head in a serious, no-nonsense way.
"Continue, please."
"Peter Pettigrew," To which Alvie gave a cheery wave, which was returned.
"And James Potter." James grinned arrogantly at her. Alvie took one look at James and burst out in hysterics, falling entirely out of her chair in the process.
The Marauders glanced at each other in laughter- save James, of course. He was just confused.
"Is he the one who-?" Alvie forced out through her giggles.
"Yep!" Lily nodded enthusiastically, beaming, causing Alvie to convulse further on the ground, tears sliding down her cheeks.
James shouted at Lily. "What did you tell her!"
"Oh, nothing." She answered loftily as Alvie picked herself off the ground and fell into her seat, chuckling slightly as she did so.
"And this, gentlemen and Potter-"
"Hey!" He cried indignantly.
Lily ignored him and pushed forward in her introduction "is the astounding Alvie Greene!"
Alvie stood up and bowed to the general public. "Thank you, thank you for that warm welcome."
"So, where are you transferring from?" Peter asked.
"I transferred from the American Institute of Wandwork."
"Why?" Remus asked curiously. "I heard that was a top-notch school."
"Ah," Alvie sighed. "Here is where society gets tedious." James knitted his brows together upon hearing such an odd statement.
"Society gets tedious?"
She serenely reached across Lily for a block of mint-chocolate chip ice cream. "Unfortunately."
"And why would that be?" Sirius played along.
"Because people tend to ask questions that I do not tend to answer. The who's, why's, where's, and what's of my little back story? Please don't ask about them."
"Why?" Peter asked, wrinkling his nose.
"First of all, you just broke the rule that I just discussed. Since it's your first offense, I shall let you off with a warning."
"….Thanks?" He was obviously confused by this whole ordeal.
"As for the answer, I simply will not respond if you question me. Very straight-forward, really."
"But, why?" James didn't get it.
"And this is an excellent demonstration of me not responding to you." Alvie stared resolutely away from James.
"But-"
"Potter," Lily interrupted. "Drop it."
"Only because it's you, Evans." He winked.
Lily rolled her eyes while Alvie smiled gratefully at her.
"May I have your attention, please?" Dumbledore was standing at the staff table, and the silence in the hall was immediate and absolute. "I feel the urge to discuss some rules with you. Most of you know these rules very well but some of you seem to need reminding," He said, eyed twinkling in the direction of the Gryffindor table. "So I will quickly reiterate them. If you have had them memorized for several years, please feel free to completely ignore my next words."
Predictably, three of the four Marauders immediately dropped their gaze from the aging wizard. James continued his Lily watching, which he had been doing during most of dinner; Peter studied the stars blazing on the ceiling, and Sirius looked around the hall in hopes of finding some girl to wink at.
Again, predictably, the fourth Marauder focused unwaveringly on Dumbledore, along with Lily. Alvie however, tuned in at times to her new headmaster, and then she let her eyes roam about the hall, taking in things of interest.
"Now, off to bed! Ta-ta!" Dumbledore chirped, signaling the march of students to their respective common rooms.
"First years! Follow us please!" Lily called, gesturing between herself and Remus. A group of tired-looking eleven year olds shuffled over to them, Alvie following behind.
"Moony! Password?" Sirius clamored.
"Libo Mortem!" Remus answered while leading the first years out if the great hall. Sirius nodded before catching up with James and Peter, while Alvie chatted amicably with Lily.
"So, what do you think of Alvie?" Peter began as he jumped the trick step halfway up the staircase.
"A little…." James tried to come up with a word to describe the girl that wasn't offensive.
"Odd." Sirius finished for him as he pushed through a door pretending to be a solid wall.
"I think that's as close as we'll get to define the bird."
"I don't know, Wormtail," James argued. "She seemed nice. Pretty too."
"Pretty? That chick was sexy. Did you see her legs?"
"Yeah, Pete, I saw her legs." Sirius laughed.
"I didn't."
"That's 'cause you only notice Evans', Prongs."
James looked close to decking Sirius. "So, you're looking at her legs, too, Padfoot?"
"Jesus, James," Peter murmured. "Don't overreact. Marauder's code of honor, remember? Can't date the crush of another. Padfoot's bound good."
James quickly dropped his hostile expression in favor of an apologetic one. "Sorry, Padfoot."
Sirius glared at him. "Hormonal teenage boy."
"So, Alvie…..I think I like her." Peter said decidedly.
"I second it. She's Lily's mate, I should get in her good books."
"Good planning, Prongs." Sirius winked.
"Libo Mortem," The Fat Lady swung open on Peter's request, and the three boys traipsed into the common room, heading their course for their favorite chairs by the fire.
"So, what's your thinking, Padfoot?" James slouched comfortably in the squashy seat.
Sirius paused, thinking the question over. "So far, I like her enough to be civil and make friendly conversation. That little stunt she pulled on Moony was hilarious."
"What did who do to me?" Remus made an appearance; the other Marauders not noticing him enter the tower with the first years.
"Alvie Greene," James nodded towards said girl and Lily, who were seated by the window.
"Oh," Remus grimaced. "You mean when she nearly jumped me?"
"Yep." Peter returned Alvie's overenthusiastic wave.
"That was weird though." James said thoughtfully. "That thing about society."
"I know." Peter shook his head. "I wonder where that came from."
"She probably wanted to avoid the subject now and in the future." Remus reasoned.
"We got that, Moony, but who comes right out and says it like that."
"She does."
"Great answer, Pete." He shrugged his shoulders, unabashed. "So, Moony," James got up and stretched. "Any quick opinions on the girl?"
Remus pursed his lips thoughtfully. "Attractive, I guess. Rather interesting personality."
"Definitely." Peter agreed.
"On the whole, she seemed nice." Remus finished, getting up and walking towards the dormitory.
Sirius followed him up the dormitory steps, along with Peter and James. He quickly got ready for bed, changing and the like. He was about to close his curtains when he heard James mutter from the bed next to him "well, at least this year will be interesting." Sirius shared a grin with him, the shut the drapes and promptly fell asleep.
The Marauders ambled into the breakfast hall, only a few minutes late, and sat down at the Gryffindor table, Sirius piling eggs and bacon onto his plate. Shortly afterwards, Alvie and Lily arrived, the former yawning, the latter with bright eyes. Alvie plunked herself down in between the rest of the sixth-year girls and the boys, Lily following reluctantly.
"Good morning." Remus greeted politely, spooning brown sugar onto his porridge.
"Morning, unfortunately." Alvie grumbled.
"Not a morning person?" Peter sympathized.
"Understatement of the year." Lily muttered under her breath.
"But I couldn't be an afternoon person in peace," Alvie waved her hands in the air. "No, you had to be a morning person and bother me at ungodly hours in the morning with cheer!"
Lily was unashamed. "It was in the job description."
"See, James. We're not the only ones who enjoy sleeping past dawn!" Sirius was sick of getting up at daybreak.
"You wanna switch James for me?" Alvie asked hopefully.
"Yes!" James jumped at the idea, looking like a happy puppy.
"But, Alvie," Lily questioned "how would we…" She trailed off suggestively.
"Oh, yeah." Alvie pulled a face. "Well, it was a thought."
"How would you what?" Sirius asked, a slow smile spreading across his face.
"Don't tell them what we do in our spare time, Dee!" Alvie hissed, causing mixed looks of horror and glee among the boys, making the girls crack up.
She then turned to James. "Hey, it's Tuesday, right?'
"Yeah. Smack between Monday and Wednesday."
"Cool. You ready, Dee?"
Lily grinned. "Most definitely. Now?"
"Now." Then, perfectly on cue, the girls began to sing.
So I'll see you next Tuesday
If I ever get desperate or I'm so beyond faded
Just said I'll see you next Tuesday
Kinda nice how this morning
I would sit around waiting
And I'm not just being cold
I'm just watching you pretend
Like your heart is on your sleeve
When I know you have a girlfriend
I'll see you next Tuesday
oh oh oh, oh oh oh, ho-oo
The boys…..didn't know how to respond to sudden outbursts of singing in the Great Hall. So instead, they continued eating their breakfasts as though it was the most normal thing in the world.
The girls began to spoon food onto their plates, discussing classes or something of the sort. During this time, James began talking to Peter and Remus in earnest, leaving Sirius some time to think.
He studied Alvie, watching her profile and wondering how to categorize her. For, in Sirius' mind, girls were broken down into a number of boxes, the two biggest and most important being shag-able and un-shag-able. He quickly decided that Alvie belonged in to the former, and then focused his thoughts on how to properly get into her pants. Each category took a little different strategy in wooing. He wondered idly what box she'd fit into. He'd figure it out eventually; she was a girl, and with the female population, he'd heard it all before and then some.
"Hey, Sirius?" He was startled out of his thoughts by the very girl those thoughts were about.
"Could you show me where the Herbology greenhouses are?" Apparently, McGonagall had handed out the schedules and they both had Herbology first on Tuesdays.
"Sure." He said, winking at her. If he was going to have some alone time with her, he figured he might as well take advantage of it.
"Thanks." She said gratefully, swinging her legs over the bench. Most of the school had already gone to classes.
"Dee! I's leaving now!"
"Okay," Lily called back, already on her way to Ancient Runes, Remus in tow. "I's see you's laters!"
"See you later, mate." James said to Sirius. He started to get up, but then leaned over to whisper in his ear, with a meaningful look at Alvie.
"So, you're going after her, then?" He muttered.
Sirius raised his eyebrows. "I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about." He innocently replied. James smirked at that.
"Sure, you don't."
"You're right, I don't. Now, of you'll excuse me, I must escort the lovely young lady to Herbology." He offered Alvie his arm, noticing she was at least a head shorter than him.
She took it with a complete straight face. "Thank you, kind sir."
They then set off into the entrance hall, Alvie not looking frightened in the least about the murderous glares she was getting from some of the Hogwarts girls.
"I take it you're a hot commodity, then?"
"What makes you say that?"
Alvie pointed with her chin at one student that had oh-so-kindly flipped her off.
"Oh, yeah, well, the fangirls get jealous easily."
"Fangirls?" "Don't tell me you have a fanclub, Black." She grinned broadly.
He looked down, hoping this fact would make her a little more open to sleeping with him.
"You do! Oh my god, that is absolutely ridiculous! How many members?"
Sirius had been hoping for a desire to join the club, not her to laugh at it, but whatever worked. "Twenty or thirty."
She positively shrieked upon hearing this, "You have a fanclub! Wow, Hogwarts is way different."
"What? No fanclubs for just one boy where you came from?"
"Nope. Girls liked guys at my old school, but they didn't organize themselves this much."
"Well, maybe I'm worth it," he joked as they strolled across the grounds.
"So modest, you are."
He held the door of greenhouse 2 open for her. "One of my many virtues."
Alvie stepped smartly past him into the stifling air. "Christ, it's hot."
"That's probably because you're in here, Greene."
"Ah, last name basis, I see. Very flattering of you."
"Do you prefer first names?"
"Well, you seem like the type of person to be called by their last name. Therefore, I shall call you Black, and you can call me Greene, yeah?"
"Alright, chaps!" Professor Sprout brought the class to attention. "Today we'll be studying Firejule leaves and stems! Now, who can tell me what is so special about the Firejule leaves?"
A Ravenclaw from across the room answered. "The leaves can swallow fire without burning themselves."
"Five points to Ravenclaw. And the stems?"
Again the Ravenclaw knew the answer. "They transport the fire up and down the plant."
"Another five points. Now, you will be taking careful notes on the leaves and stems, which can burn very hot, so remember your dragonhide gloves! Two to a plant!"
Sirius eyed Alvie. Maybe he should make it a point to pay her special attention. She was hot, after all.
"Would you so me the honor of being my partner?" He bowed and gave her his hand, palm up.
She closed the distance, taking his hand and curtsying. "I accept, young lord. So," she motioned towards the pots of white-hot Firejules. "Which plant do you want?" She grinned.
"Do you want safe or dangerous?" He smirked.
"I wasn't put in Gryffindor for nothing, Black. What do you think?"
"Alright, then." He sauntered up to the table and chose the hottest plant he could find.
"I can't believe you did that." Sirius shook his head, laughing, as he and Alvie walked into the entrance hall.
"Can't believe what?" James asked, coming up behind them and putting his arms around their shoulders.
Sirius jerked his head towards Alvie. "What she did."
"It was perfectly understandable!"
James grinned crookedly at her. "What'd you do, new kid?"
"New kid has a name. It's Alvie, but I hereby give you permission to call me Greene, if it pleases you. In Herbology, we were studying Firejules. They're all, like, hot."
"Yes, the Firejules do tend to be hot."
"So she takes a marshmallow from nowhere," Sirius butted in.
"From my pocket!"
"From her pocket," Sirius amended. "Sticks it on her wand, and roasts it on the Firejule!"
"Well, what else or Firejules good for?" Alvie asked while James roared with laughter.
Lily walked over to them from the bottom of the stairs. "They're really good for heating objects, obviously, and, if the proper spell is used, the fire can be used to heal."
Alvie stared at her. "You know what's sad?"
She took the bait. "What?"
"It doesn't shock me that you know all that."
Lily ignored the insult. "So, what do you have next?"
Alvie checked her schedule. "Transfiguration. No wait, Double Transfiguration. Lucky me."
"I have that too,"
"So do I!"
"Potter," Lily said patiently, "I don't give a crap. McGonagall's stern, but nice if you get on her good side."
"If the subject's boring, the personality of the teacher doesn't always do much." Alvie explained.
"That's up for debate."
Alvie adopted a deep tone of voice. "Shall we debate it, then?"
Lily grabbed her hand. "We shall," she said, and together they began skipping off in the direction of the Transfiguration classroom.
James and Sirius followed behind at a much slower pace. "So, you like her?"
"Who?"
"Padfoot!" James groaned.
"Alright, alright. Yes, I like her and I'm going to do my damndest to get into her knickers."
"I hope it's worth the effort, because she doesn't seem to like you in that way." James commented.
They meandered into class and took their seats with Remus and Peter. "Your support is greatly appreciated."
"Arling!" McGonagall began the role call while he students took out their quills, inkwells, and parchment.
"Now, this year will be used in preparation for your upcoming N.E.W.T.s," She faced the class and somehow managed to look each and every student in the eye at once. "The work will be challenging, but I have faith in every one of you. After all, you made it into this class." She smiled.
"Did McGonagall just tell a joke?" Sirius whispered to James.
"I thought I heard that too." Peter said, while Remus tried to take notes on the course work.
"It's the apocalypse! Next thing we know, Snivellous will be washing his hair!" James chuckled.
"Guys!" Remus hissed. "Be quiet! I need to hear this!"
"Sorry, Moony," Peter apologized, while the other two just raised their eyebrows at Lupin.
"So," McGonagall seemed to be finished scaring them all with the thought of N.E.W.T.s, and was now proceeding with the actual lesson. "Please practice the Vanishing spell on these mice," She levitated the animals on each person's table, "as we will be going into greater detail on the subject tomorrow."
Evanesco could be heard around the room as the pupils tried to remember what they actually learned last year.
"By the way," James pointed his wand lazily at his mouse to keep it from racing across the desk, "we decided that the prank will go down at dinner tonight."
"We always do the prank at dinner on the first day back." Sirius wasn't even trying to vanish his mouse. In front of them, Lily and Alvie could be seen excelling at the spell.
"I know. I just wanted to be sure you were ready."
McGonagall approached their table and noticed Sirius wasn't doing anything. "Mr. Black, let's see how your efforts have paid off."
"Of course, Professor." He said smoothly, and then vanished his mouse entirely, on the first try.
"Perfect. And you, Mr. Potter?" James did the same as Sirius.
"Good job, boys. As for you, Pettigrew, keep trying." Peter had a tail lying forlornly in front of him.
They, or the class minus Sirius and James, continued to practice the spell for the rest of the lesson. The other two finalized the plans for that night, Peter and Remus contributing when they felt it necessary. Most of it had already been planned out; they were just reviewing it for Sirius' benefit, for it had been decided at breakfast when Sirius had been contemplating Greene.
When the bell sounded, they trooped off to lunch and were met with Ratatouille and roast beef sandwiches.
The rest of the day passed in a haze of anticipation for Sirius. He reviewed the plans in his head for the prank, and smiled to himself when he thought of the reactions he would get, especially from the teachers.
When his last class, Muggle studies, finally ended, he and Peter, who took the class with him, set off swiftly to meet James and Remus in the Charms corridor.
"Alright," James said when they were all assembled, "begin phase one!"
Peter immediately turned back the way he'd come and walked off to enter the Great Hall near the kitchen's. Remus would come in from the entrance hall, James from the dungeons, and Sirius from his normal route to dinner. He traced his path slowly, enjoying the thrill and adrenaline that was beginning to creep into his veins.
When entering the Great Hall, Sirius immediately looked to his left, where Remus stood, already in position. He nodded, and Sirius whipped his head around to imitate the action at James, who had entered the hall last, Peter beginning the sequence.
As one, from four different places in the hall, the Marauders lifted their wands skyward and muttered the incantation.
At first, nothing happened. The boys waited patiently and sat down at the Gryffindor table, a few seats away from Alvie and Lily. Then Fuck, Alvie Greene was scrawled across the ceiling above the teachers' heads in sparkling green fireworks.
As they faded, all heads, including the Marauders, for they didn't want to look guilty; swiveled in Alvie's direction, who sat staring at the spot where her word was written. Then she stood up and exclaimed "That was so cool!"
As soon as she said that, the mutterings began. All around the Hall, people whispered to their friends discussing what had just occurred.
Sirius grinned at Remus across the table. The beautiful thing about muttering is, he thought, not all people have a clean mouth.
Sure enough, Hell, Desmonde Abbot, appeared in yellow mere minutes after the first fireworks had fizzled out.
Next, however, an odd thing happened. Again, in bright green, words began to twist themselves across the magical skies.
Dickhead, Fuckface, Cock-smoking, Motherfucking, Asshole, Dirty Twat, Alvie Greene.
"Ms. Greene!" Professor McGonagall shouted across the din Alvie had caused. "How dare you repeat such words!"
Alvie smiled sweetly at her. "Sorry, Professor. I was testing the magic, see."
"In my office! Immediately! And you," McGonagall looked dangerously at the Marauders, who were innocently laughing at the curse words on the ceiling, "you can join her."
"That was bound to happen." James said calmly as the five misfits strolled out McGonagall's office.
"We didn't mean to through you under the bus," Remus apologized yet again, "Sorry."
"Remus?"
"Yes?"
"Do shut up." Alvie said offhand, examining her fingernails. "It was just a matter of time before I got detention on my own, anyway."
"You would've gotten a detention?" James asked wonderingly.
"Yes, don't judge me on Lily. Ah, crap, this nail polish is awful." At the word crap, fireworks could be heard going off in the Great Hall. "Wow, how long do those go on for?"
"Twenty-four hours." Sirius grinned at their handiwork.
"Shit!" She whispered in an awed voice, then promptly clapped her hand over her mouth.
"Damn! Mmm!" She growled when she swore again accidently.
"You've got a foul mouth, don't you?" Sirius observed.
"On the contrary, I have a very beautiful mouth. The words themselves may be foul, however."
"My apologies. How dare I insult your mouth."
"Why did you say those curse words?" Peter speculated.
"Oh, well, that's the bridge to a great song called Platypus."
"Green Day, right?" Sirius verified.
"You know them?" Alvie asked, surprised.
"Of course," He rolled his eyes at her. "Who doesn't?" All three of the other Marauders raised their hands.
"Shame on you!" Alvie scolded. "Not educating your friends! Just disgraceful! Libo Mortem!" She said cheerily to the Fat Lady. Lily hastily put her potions essay and met her friend.
"Did you get a detention?"
"Yep. Sorting through McGonagall's filing cabinets for two hours tomorrow."
"It could be worse," Lily said dismissively as Alvie threw herself onto the couch beside her.
"That's what I thought." Alvie pulled out the Transfiguration homework and setting to work.
The Marauders spent the rest of the afternoon doing their various pastimes, i.e. Remus doing his homework and the rest of them playing exploding snap.
'Ello!
I am putting the first chapter's notes in here along with the second because when I wrote the first chapter, I got so excited that it was done that I uploaded it immediately, without writing the author's note.
So, first things first, shank you berry much for reading my story (broken English is EPIC)
I need to explain some things. Firstly, music. I'm sorry, there will be music from this era in the story. Some songs I love too much to not include in my work, i.e. Green Day.
Also, Peter. I'm making him slightly taller. He will now be average height. I'm also tweaking his character a bit. Here are my thoughts on Peter: I like him up until he sells out Lily and James. That's the end, there is no further discussion.
Now, I have bad news….I'm going to camp in two weeks for two months. Sniffle. That means I won't be able to update. Sniffle. I will, however, write it out at camp and type it up when I go home.
Lastly, a contest! What musical did I see recently? Review your answer and your favorite HP pairing. It can be canon, non-canon, whatever (I don't know what canon means….SOMEONE TELL ME!). I will write a oneshot/poem about them and put your penname in the summary. I'll message you when it's up. By the way, some of you are exempt from this contest. You know who you are….if you're looking at this wonderingly, it's not you.
Quick word about my other fanfic: I'm kind of stopping it. Sorry, I just feel so trapped by the plot! I might update occasionally.
Also, this story will get angsty. There will be adult content
Ta-ta!
P.A. Faraway