February 10th, 1977
Sirius Black sat on the couch of the Gryffindor couch, reading the latest letter from his uncle. Alphard Black requested Sirius' presence at the final working of his will sometime in the next week, so that Sirius could know what was coming from him once the last decent Black passed on. He smirked at the last line: "Your mum told me she would blast my face off the wall if I went through with adding you in in the will. In my reply, I blasted it off myself. It gave a little color to it, don't you think? Your uncle, Alphie."
At first, Sirius found himself rather amused with his uncle's gall, but that feeling quickly vanished when he realized that Uncle Alphard would not be with him for much longer. The remaining Black family members were all sadists, mentally unstable, or just plain old arses. I mean, Bellatrix was case and point for anti-inbreeding campaigns, but no one seemed to listen. They were defeaned by years of witches and wizards screaming blood supremacy. And then there was Bella's sister, Andromeda, who did her good work by leaving and forgetting the family for that Tonks chap. He hasn't seen that cousin since he was eleven years old at one of his mother's stuffy functions.
It felt rather chilly in the common room now, desolate and empty in a way. Sirius peered around the room, noticing only a few underclassmen studying for an upcoming History of Magic quiz. He wanted to tell them that there was no point to study for any of Binn's examinations because he tends to sleep during their administration. He noticed their intense stares, quiet whispers, and innocence.
Sirius remembered his first year, spending it with James and later Remus and Peter. He remembered their first, subpar set of pranks, their attempts at older students like Amara Brown and Jillian Kane, and their endless detentions with McGonagall, Slughorn, or Filch. He reminisced in it all.
"So much bloody easier," Sirius muttered to himself as he stuffed the letter in his pocket.
"What is?" a high-pitched voice asked behind him. He didn't even need to turn around to know that it was the bouncy, nosy blonde cousin of his best friend.
"Youth," Sirius smiled, mockingly as Marlene McKinnon came around the couch to plop beside him.
Now, a common misconception of Sirius Black is that he is a dog. He merely turns into one and often finds it amusing that most of the females in the school call him such. Despite all the faults to growing up as a Black, he was raised as a gentleman. He could speak Dead Latin and French; play the piano; and was well-versed in etiquette classes for Merlin's sake. He knew how to respect women, especially one's related to his friends.
Sirius tried not to stare at Marlene's long legs as she crossed the delicately. He did his best not to inhale too intensely, in fear of sniffing that aromatic perfume. And he really forced himself to look back at the fireplace when Marlene moved her blond curls to the other side of her face, showing off the creamy skin of her neck.
"Right you are," she agreed, "it was simpler then. Now, I worry about NEWTs, music, war, anti-usupers, and shagging. Merlin, I need one of those."
Sirius let out a quiet "hmmm…" as he picked up his Transfiguration textbook, idling his mind and hands away from Marlene McKinnon. He could resonate with her statement, because the last time he had a shag was with the angsty slytherin girl, who may or may not be the next of kin to an acclaimed sociopath, in a broom cupboard.
Marlene looked at him cautiously. "You seem… tense."
"I am," Sirius replied coolly.
"Anything I can help with?"
Sirius kept his mouth shut, but a small smirk grew on his lips, just barely. He chose to keep up his decent side for once, probably for the sake of James. "No, Love, I'll be fine. I just need a muscle-relaxant potion or an acupuncturist," he revealed after a moment.
"If you must know," Marlene smiled, "I am a fantastic masseuse." She put her hands up and wiggled her fingers.
Sirius' insides lit on fire, causing an uncomfortable spike in his stomach and some of his nether regions, not that he had any control over his hormones. "I'll pass," he said tersely.
"Awe come on, Sirius," she said, punching him in the arm. "I won't even charge you."
"How considerate."
"I aim to please."
Sirius wondered if Marlene knew the kind of effect she had on men. Her natural combativeness and flirtation always seemed to balance each other nicely. Also, the bird was easy on the eyes. "I'm sure you do," he muttered cheekily.
Marlene had a very good retort on the tip of her tongue, but it never vocalized as she was distracted by her best friend, Lily Evans.
"Marls," Lily said, patting her on the shoulder, "Em needs us."
"What for?" She questioned.
Lily looked weary as her gaze focused on Sirius. She turned back to Marlene and murmured, "It's about Vance."
Sirius let out a low whistle and asked, "Trouble in paradise?" He expected Lily to have a comeback, because Gingers always do. But when he was met with silence, Sirius sucked his teeth and said, "I'll go then. Cheers, ladies."
Marlene stood up and followed Lily outside of the common room. "Well, what happened?" She asked frantically.
"Emmeline had a vision," Lily replied as they began to trot down the Grand Staircase together.
Marlene's eyes widened. "No bloody way," she breathed, "she hasn't had one in months."
"Exactly," Lily nodded, "and she said it had to do with Robert. The parchment she used to send to me was stained with water droplets too, which I presume to be-"
"Teardrops?" Marlene finished. Lily nodded silently, which made the blond frown. "If he does anything to her, I swear to Merlin, I will rip his nose hairs out with my bare fingers."
Her friend scoffed, "That's my girl."
The two Gryffindors reached the basement of the Castle. They quietly turned corners and walked through corridors until they reached the kitchen. Marlene rapped her knuckle against the door a few times before calling out their friend's name.
After they knocked several times, Marlene called out, "Oy, Emmeline- Fuck, oh, hello, Mary."
Mary MacDonald appeared to be rather exhausted, Her glasses were pushed back above her hair, and there were heavy bags under her eyes. She looked up at her two taller friends and said, "She's a wee-bit…" There was a loud wail, causing the two Gryffindors' eyes to widen. Mary let out a sigh, "Sensitive. So, let's be on our nicest sides, okay?"
"I'm delightful," Marlene countered.
"Whatever you tell yourself to go to sleep, Marls," Mary murmured dryly as she opened the kitchen door to her friends.
Now, Marlene and Lily have seen a lot in their days at Hogwarts. In their third year, they saw James Potter jump off his broomstick to catch the quaffle in mid-air. In their first year, they saw their Head Boy and Head Girl (Arthur Weasley and Molly Prewett) snog in the pumpkin patch behind Hagrid's hut. And in their fifth year, they saw three ghosts play a round of Exploding Snap in the corridors. But, this may have been one of the strangest things they've ever seen.
House Elves baked delicious and colorful goodies: cakes, croissants, and cupcakes. They then lined them up on the counter for Emmeline Kim, whose head was tucked deep inside her arms as she cried loudly. One of the nicest Elves, Rosie, sat on the counter and patted Emmeline's hands gently, "There, there, Miss Emmy, it'll be all right."
"It won't be!" Emmeline wailed, snapping her head up. Her eyes were swollen with tears and darkened with hate. It seemed like Emmeline went to hell and back.
"Bloody hell," Marlene whispered, watching her friend aghast.
"Oh, Em," sighed Lily as she walked over to Emmeline's side. She gave her friend a tight hug from the back and asked, "What did you see?"
Emmeline wiped her tears with the back of her hand and opened her mouth to speak several times, but nothing came out. Only a few hiccups. Frustrated with herself, Emmeline pounded her fist onto the metal table, causing Rosie to jump with fright. "Fuck, Mary, can you tell them?"
Mary's eyebrows raised and lips pursed. She pushed her glasses down to be in front of her eyes. "You really want to me? You know I'm not the most eloquent when it comes to story-telling."
The other hufflepuff girl's chin wrinkled as she tried to open her mouth again, but instead, just began to wail again. Emmeline was a pretty girl, but Merlin, was she an ugly crier.
"Okay, Okay," Mary said quickly as she jumped to sit on the edge of the counter. She picked up a pumpkin cupcake and sighed, "I was with Dearborn."
Lily glared, while Marlene gave her a wink.
"And Emmeline sent me the same message as she did to you too," Mary began. "Now, I come down here and find her in this state. Em is in the same state as she is in now. And essentially what she tells me is that she has a vision while she's in bed-"
"I was s-so close to s-sleeping," Emmeline whined into her arms.
"A vision about Vance," Mary continued as she took a bite of a cupcake. She took a pause before saying, "Emmeline had a vision that Robert… er, shagged… Lucinda Talkalot."
"Oh, Wow," Marlene released without being able to stop herself. "Talkalot? Bloody hell, of all the fucking bitches in this school, he picks the mostly ghastly. Sheesh."
Emmeline perked up. "I know, right?! She looks like a petrified crow with that nose of hers. How could he?!" She let out a terrible scream as she throw a cupcake across the room.
"Okay, Rosie, can we move these please? So that Emmeline won't hit anyone with them," Lily requested, pushing away the edibles.
"Good idea, Miss Lily," agreed Rosie, doing her best to quickly move away anything that can be thrown.
Lily turned back to Emmeline and tried, in her most motherly voice, "You know, Em, you always tell us how your visions aren't necessarily true because time is always changing, which mean the future is too. So, it may not even come true, Love."
"Oh, but it means there is intention though!" Emmeline shouted hastily.
"Intention?" Marlene repeated.
"Oh, here she goes," Mary sighed, finishing her cupcake.
Emmeline stood up and removed Lily's hand from her back. "Even though it may not happen, it does mean that Robert has thought about it. He's thought about cheating on me."
"And you haven't?" Marlene whispered quietly.
Even though Emmeline heard, she chose to ignore. "And my first vision is back, after fucking months, and this is it. It has to be sign that this might happen."
"Emmeline…" Lily murmured, patting her hair softly. "You sound…" She couldn't find the words, or even speak them for that matter.
"Manic," Marlene offered, causing a punch from Mary. "Oy!"
"And I'm completely fine with that," Emmeline hissed. She wiped her tears and took a slice of the Firewhiskey cake with her barehands. "He won't get anymore fucking tears from me. No more fights, no more doubts, and no more idiotic fights with a boy who does not see what I'm worth! It's fucking over!"
Emmeline's three friends watched her, enraged, as she stuffed the fire whiskey baked-good into her mouth. They said nothing because truthfully, the girl needed to get it out.
"If he wants to shag other girls, then he can go ahead and shag other girls!" Emmeline finished irritably.
"Well, that was…" James Potter breathed, his chest heaving a little, as he slipped out of the Quidditch locker room shower. He slipped on his boxers, and Camilla Henley wrapped her arms around his waist. She pressed a soft kiss to his back.
"Magical," she giggled. She released him and slid on her own undergarments. "Locker room sex, that's a new one I must say."
James pressed a kiss to top of her soaking wet head. "We can do it much more often," he promised, sliding his jeans back on. He watched her as she dressed too. It has been his favorite part of being with her, watching her walk away from him. It sounded oddly masochist for narcissist like himself, but it was true.
Once they were both dressed for the cold Scotland weather, Camilla took his hand and let him lead her out of the Quidditch court. It was late at night, not that it ever bothered James, but it made Camilla rather nervous. He thought of showing her the Cloak, but then he thought better of it. Just because he liked Camilla (in his own special way) does not mean that she has rights to know about the cloak, map, or his animalistic side.
Maybe later, James thought.
"James…" Camilla whispered, stopping in her track. He looked down at her and asked what the matter was. "I think that's Greyson," she pointed to the entrance.
James narrowed his eyes at the entrance to the castle. He saw a dark figure, standing in Hogwarts robes with his arms crossed. It was like the first time he had come home drunk to his dad. "Fuck," he cursed.
If he didn't have Camilla clinging onto him, James could run back to the woods and stag out. He couldn't add another detention to his list. His mother would literally ground him for the entire summer, or worse when she found it would be due to sneaking around the grounds at night during war time.
"Potter, Henley," Connor Greyson called out. Once they got closer to the castle, they could see Connor clearly now. "It's a bit past your bedtime, don't ya think?" He checked an imaginary watch on his wrist before winking at the both of them.
Camilla tried her best not to giggle, but James remained silent. He clearly wasn't as amused as her, simply staring the Head Boy down. Of all the people to catch them, James never wanted Connor Greyson to reprimand him. The always content and cool Head Boy annoyed the Quidditch Captain endlessly, probably because he was a suck-up to McGonagall.
Of course, there was the blatant reason why James couldn't stand the sight of Connor, but he refused to even let the thought enter his brain.
"Are you going to deduct points for shagging, Greyson? That's pretty low for you," James noted dryly. "It's not happening for you and Evans, is it?"
Now, some sort of filter should have prevented James from uttering that sentence, but alas, there was none. They spilled out his mouth like a waterfall. He immediately regretted it when Camilla's hand tightened around him and when Connor's kind face tensed.
"It's just a joke, a poor one but I'm rather tired," James insisted, trying to wave it off. "So, just deduct points or give me detention. Leave Camilla out of it."
Connor raised an eyebrow and simply said, "Let's just get you lot upstairs, aye?" He stepped to the side to let the couple go past him, even though James refused to move.
"C'mon," Camilla hissed, giving James a rather intense glare that he has yet to encounter.
James eyed the Head Boy carefully. How could he always be so calm? So in control all the time? The thought seemed entirely foreign to James. He decided not to question it further, or push the Head Boy's incessant kindness.
"I can't let you go up alone, Potter," Connor explained, "If you make a pit-stop and someone else finds you, you'll be in a lot more trouble."
James ground his teeth; the bastard had a point. So, he nodded and walked ahead with Camilla. The walk through the castle was quiet and still, only their six feet clacking against the floor. The air became thick, and James has never felt more humiliated in his life. (Besides the one time that Sirius jinxed James' pants to run around the entire common room.) He felt like a first year as Connor followed him up the stairs. The perfect boyfriend would probably go run and tell Lily all about this incident, giving her another reason to hate James Potter, the squid.
"Soooo," Camilla sang, a bit awkwardly, trying to lighten the mood. "Do you have any plans for graduation, Greyson? Only a few more months left. Must be pretty exciting."
"Oh, er, well, yes, I do actually," Connor revealed hesitantly.
"Good for you," Camilla smiled, putting on her most cheerful attitude. James could practically smell her sweat, working her arse off to finesse. "What will you be doing?"
James noticed the silence, stemming from Connor's hesitation. He turned around and picked up on the ambivalent face the Head Boy had on as he stared at his own two feet.
"I'm going to America," Connor revealed in a quiet voice.
"America?" Camilla repeated, now genuinely curious. "The United States of America?"
James blinked a few times and nearly tripped over the stairs at this revelation. Questions flowed through his mind at a rapid rate, so fast that he couldn't process them.
Connor continued, "I got a job in New York City. It's an internship, specializing in the Dark Arts defense. They have a pretty big country and need lots of wizards to do their work. It's paid too."
"Merlin," Camilla gasped, "that's fantastic, Greyson! You should be proud of yourself!"
The Headboy smiled sheepishly. "Thanks, Henley."
James stopped in his tracks as Connor and Camilla passed him. They looked at him, watching his head tilt back and forth like he had a kink in his neck. After a moment, James looked up at the senior student. "Does Lily know?"
Connor sighed, "No."
"You know that's going to piss the hell out of her, if you don't tell her."
"I know."
"So, when are you going to do it?"
Camilla watched the intensity flare up in James' eyes. In the past week and half of their hook-ups, she hadn't seen this side to him. The serious side. A part of her was completely turned on because James Potter was fine as all hell, but the part that knew better felt her stomach knot into bloody cat's cradle.
Connor stood up a bit straighter and slid his hands into his pockets. He matched James' glare and narrowed his eyes. "I intend to Lily myself, if that's all right with you? He asked sarcastically.
James smirked, "Naturally."
"Please, Potter," Connor said earnestly, yet still in that annoy able cool fashion. "I know I'm not your favorite Head Boy on the planet-"
"Ha," James let out.
"- But I hope you respect my wish," Connor finished clearly. "She'd hate me even more if it came from someone else." He turned to Camilla and said, "I can trust you too, right?"
Camilla blinked. "Of course."
Connor smiled to the two underclassmen. "Smashing." Without another beat, he trudged ahead of James and Camilla. "Coming?" He asked, still facing forward.
The more-or-less couple exchanged glances before following him the upstairs. Camilla noticed James' still hardened face, but chose to keep quiet about this. She knew that he was thinking about Lily Evans, and she was running through his mind like it was field of flowers.
Three nights ago, Camilla decided to try something new. She revealed one of her insecurities towards James. She was honest about it, about her jealousy about Lily Evans. Everyone in the bloody school knew that James appreciated the sight of the ginger, at the least. It worried Camilla, and it was simple as that. James reacted as such, laughing at her a little, "Does it make sense for a narcissist like myself to still be pinning after a girl who literally verbally and magically abuses me? No, Camilla, I'm not interested in Evans like that anymore… we're friends, sort of, now. But that's it. Nothing more, nothing less."
It was a convincing speech, but so was Adolf Hitler's to a certain crowd at a certain time in history.
Camilla nearly slapped herself for mentally comparing her hook-up buddy to fucking Hitler. "Bloody hell," she muttered to herself.
"You all right?" James asked, knocking Camilla into reality.
"yeahtotallyImfine," she replied.
"Oh, are you now?"
She chuckled defeatedly, but still nodded. She didn't add to or correct her statement either as she moved faster up the stairs. She went so fast that she nearly head-butted into the Head Boy's solid and still back.
"Bullocks," she hissed, grabbing her head in pain. "Quick on your feet there, Greyson? I'm going to have a bump there- oh my God… James, James!"
James noticed the octave change in Camilla's voice and sped up the stairs to catch up to her on the sixth floor. She was holding her head still, but this time, her hands were cupping her eyes. Her breathing was labored, but at least present. He noticed Greyson's motionless body, frozen. He took Camilla into his arms when she reached out for him.
"What's wrong?"
"J-just look," she whispered.
The fear in Camilla's voice made his body tense. He did as he was told and peered over her head. Whatever part of his body that was relaxed now tensed against Camilla's shuddering body as he looked at the opposing brick wall. He wanted to tell Camilla that it would be all right, but James always hated liars.
A white banner hung against the castle wall. There was four symbols of the Dark Mark glowing in each corner. The text, large letters written in black paint, read:
Usupers of the HEIR will fall.
James could have mouthed the message thousands of time, and they would still taste like muggle candy rocks in his mouth. He looked around, expecting an accompanying unconscious body but was met with empty hallways. He rubbed Camilla's back once more before letting her go to move beside the still frozen Connor. "When do you think this went up? Do you or Dumbledore have any leads?" He asked hastily. "Greyson, have they left warning messages before?"
Connor didn't answer, simply stared as if his soul had left his body. "I have to report this to Dumbledore," he said.
James didn't like being evaded. Never meant anything good. "Greyson, this doesn't make sense with the past incidents. They've never left messages before." When Connor didn't care to comment, James straightened up. "Unless the radicals have," he added sharply.
Silence.
"Greyson!" James shouted, causing Camilla to jerk at the loudness. "Do you know who they're after?"
Silence again.
"I said, do you know who the radicals are after?"
Silence again.
"Bloody fucking hell, of course you know. And of course Dumbledore knows," James sighed, exasperated. He nearly knelt over and had an asthma attack, not that he had whatever-that-was (just heard of it once in a textbook). "Who is it?" He insisted.
"I… I can't tell you," Connor added, and although he hesitated, the look in his eyes still communicated his seriousness.
Not that seriousness of any sort stopped James before. "Are you kidding me?" He barked.
Connor turned to him slowly and said, "Does this seem like a funny topic to you, Potter?"
"My point exactly," James snapped. "Tell us who you think it is, and we could at least warn the target. I'm tying to help."
"I understand that, but it's better not concern yourself with this."
"You're mental if you don't think you need help this, Greyson. There's already been two attacks."
"And there will be no more."
"It's easy for us to say that," James scoffed. He pointed at Connor and added, "You, Camilla, and I all have some sort of magical ancestry. The muggleborn students are terrified that they'll be next."
"I know."
"Are you always this dull about everything?"
Connor closed his eyes and took a deep breath, composing himself to form a sentence.
"How are you this calm when it could be Lily next?" James jabbed. "It's not like these attackers know what the hell they're doing-"
Before James could complete his sentence, he found himself being rammed into the banister by the Head Boy. It was mainly the shock of the attack that put James at a disadvantage, but it still hurt like a bitch against his lower back. And hurt even more with Connor's forearm against his neck.
"Greyson!" Camilla shouted in the background. "Oh, fucking hell."
James saw something that he's never seen in the Head Boy's eyes before: intensity. He definitely wasn't scared of Connor Greyson and would never ever repeat this moment aloud again for the sake of his giant ego. It's just that James really thought that he was about to be thrown off the staircase. But it disappeared just as quickly as it had come.
Connor Greyson immediately pushed himself off of James and straightened himself up. He gulped and immediately said, "I'm sorry for doing that - it was out of line."
"Right," James nodded once, standing a bit straighter.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?"
The Quidditch Captain rolled his eyes. "An ego bruise never lasts."
Connor nodded and took that as the closest thing to acceptance. "But, I'm still not telling you who the alleged target may be," he said. "Both of you, go back to the tower, please. I have to report this to Dumbledore." He turned on his heel and headed back down the stairs. His footsteps echoing through the staircase.
Camilla approached James slowly. "Are you okay?"
James' attention was focused on Connor's fading presence. He turned to Camilla when she called for him again. "As long we don't mention this ever again," he said, giving a short faux-smile at the end.
"Fair," she mumbled as they began to head up the stairs.
"I wish he would've just given me detention," James groaned.
"Well, he's Connor Bloody Greyson," laughed Camilla. "Nicest guy on the planet. You pissed him off when he was spooked."
"He should've told us."
"Probably, yes, but he also has to think of Dumbledore."
"Dumbledore is going to have to warn the student. But we could've warned the students ourselves while Greyson went to report to big guy."
"Maybe he doesn't want to risk the chance of a middle man in the mix," Camilla offered. "It's risky to let students know too much about the group either way. Who knows what you might do if you found out it was someone you sleep next to?"
"Luckily, it's definitely not," James snapped.
Camilla cocked an eyebrow. "I didn't say it was any of your band, James," she replied in a short tone. She walked a little faster past him and up to the Fat Lady's portrait. "Pumpkin Spice," she revealed.
The Fat Lady jolted in her sleep and frowned at the two students. "It's very late," she yawned as she opened the door for the Gryffindors. "Off to bed, you lot."
Camilla stepped into the tower with James behind her. She looked back at him before they completely entered the common room and said coolly, "I'll see you whenever then."
"Aw, C'mon, Camilla," James whined. He pouted his lips, having learned that one from Sirius. "I know I was mean, but you know me, I'm like a child when I don't get what I want."
Camilla rolled her eyes. "Obviously."
"You're not too mad, right?" He added a wink for good measure. He saw a small smile creep onto her lips, softening for him. James tried to bring her into his arms, but she swerved past him.
"No, I'm not mad, but I'm not pleased either," she smirked. She gave him a wink. "Night, Potter," she said, turning around to skip up the stairs towards the girl's dormitory.
James scoffed and clicked his tongue. He always did have an ample appreciation from girls walking away from him. Perhaps that was a bit sadomasochist, but it was a nice sight indeed. Camilla had a fit body, and he can't believe that he was touching it only twenty minutes ago.
And, James still had to wrap his head around the fact that the group of wannabe death eaters switched up their M.O. It was like a fairytale, everything would happen in threes. James hated fairytales, so predictable.
"Potter?"
James snapped his head up and to the side where Lily Evans relaxed on the couch. She had a copy of Witches of the World in her hand as the fireplace crackled, lighting her skin in reds and oranges. And that light feeling fluttered through his body again: the one he hated so much. It meant lack of control, and James Potter couldn't have that. "Didn't see you there, Evans."
Lily moved to stand up from the couch, and James let out a breath at the sight. He blamed his accelerated heartbeat on post-shag glow, warning signs, and nearly being beaten up by the Head Boy, but deep down James knew it was due to the fact that Lily wore a tiny pair of sleeping shorts and a loose tank top with nothing underneath.
"James, are you okay?" She asked quietly. Her green eyes filled with concern as she approached him. "You look like Hell."
"You look lovely too, Darling," he smirked forcefully. "Wait, what are you doing-"
James wished he had a bloody camera to remind himself of this moment every night before he slept, but alas, his luck was shite. Lily placed both hands on his cheeks and pulled his face down towards her lips.
Holy shite, holy shite, holy shite, the voice inside his head repeated.
Lily pressed her lips against his forehead and let out a curious "hm." She scratched the top of her head, but laughed when she saw the gobsmacked look on his face. "Oh, come now, James," she scoffed, "I thought we were just getting to the points of mates now."
"You kiss all your mates when worried?" He teased.
"It's better to detect someone's temperature with your lips rather than your hands."
"Well, you might want to check some other body parts too, just to double check- Ouch, ouch, okay, I deserved it," he said as he pushed Lily's flailing arms away. He let out soft chuckles too, amused by the brightness in her smile.
Lily put her hands on her hips when she was done with her assault. "But, seriously, James, are you all right? You seem a bit… off."
James leaned his head against the wall and peered up to gaze at the ceiling. He let out a long sigh as he briefly debated on ratting the Head Boy's behavior out to his girlfriend. It wasn't a very long debate either.
"Something happened, Lily," James said, turning to look into her eyes. "Something bad."
Lily gulped before leaning against the couch. She crossed her arms and bit her lip. James expected some sort of surprise in her face, but she looked tired more than anything. "Well, out with it," she shrugged.
A/N - Another chapter, hope you enjoyed. Let me know you're thoughts in the review, and follow/favorite if you'd like.
- Rose