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I burst into the compartment where Alice is sitting alone. "Hello, my dear Alison!"
"Hey Lily." She responds despondently. I drop my wand and trunk onto a seat and plop my backside down next to her.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing..."
"Shall I get Frank?" With that, she buries her hand in her hands and starts to cry. Throwing my arms around her, I hand her a tissue and peer at her anxiously. "What's happened? What's wrong?"
"Frank...h-he broke u-up with me." She chokes out, and a surge of rage flows through me.
"He didn't..."
She laughs bitterly, hiccupping. "He did."
"Well, I've got a Prefect's meeting to run, so I'll kill him at it, ok?"
"Thanks Lils...wait...you have a Prefect's meeting to run?"
"Yeah, I kind of got Head Girl."
"Oh my gosh! Lily, that's great! Ooooh...who's the Head Boy?"
"I don't know yet but I bet it's Remus."
"Yeah...or Diggory! He's a total dreamboat, Lils!"
"I know, right?" Perfect hair, perfect eyes, doesn't break rules, but isn't boring. Perfect.
"So did you see anyone before me today? Like a certain Potter?" She hasn't stopped teasing me ever since he asked me out in fifth year.
"Uh-huh. He was acting so weird, like he was actually pretending to be concerned when he found out that I hit my head. Then he told me his name was James, like I didn't know, so I should call me it or something...and he's so CONFUSING and ANNOYING! He was acting less prat-like than normal, like an actual human being, and he didn't make one arrogant comment. What is that supposed to mean?! He is so infuriating!"
"I think you like him." Alice whispers slyly.
"I do NOT. I have to go to MY meeting now. Your sherbet is in my bag." She's had an obsession with the muggle sweet ever since I brought it to Hogwarts in my third year, so I always bring her a packet.
"Bye Lils, don't forget to ignore him for me."
Slamming open the sliding door to the Prefect's compartment, I smile menacingly at Frank, who's sitting on a bench, alone in the empty room, changing the colours of the curtains with lazy flicks of his wand. "Hey Lily! Congratulations on getting Head Girl, I got Prefect. James told me-"
I storm over and slap him, hard, so that he falls back against the window. He lets out a strangled yell, and puts his hands up as if to ward me off.
"What in the name of Merlin's left sock was that for?"
"Why did you break up with Alice?" He pales, so his flaming cheek stands out even more.
"Look...about that...she wanted commitment...and I wasn't sure if I could-"
"Do you love her?"
He looks nervous but mutters "Yes."
"Would you die for her?"
He speaks quietly, but firmly. "Absolutely."
"Then what are you doing, sitting in here?! The Prefect meeting doesn't start for 20 minutes, and I just came to speak to the Head Boy and avoid Alice because she was teasing me about J-something. Go to her and apologise and kiss her and stop her crying!"
"She was crying?" He looks sad now, and worried, as he stands up.
"Yes, you idiot! Her soulmate broke up with her! GO! NOW!"
He's grinning now, looking at the door, but I'm tugging at his arm and pulling him towards the door.
"Lily-"
"Come on!"
My back bangs straight into someone and I gasp, stumbling. Frank grabs me under the arms, and straightens me up, before scurrying around the person behind me, calling "I'm going!".
I turn around, crossing my arms as I glare at James Potter.
"What in the name of Merlin's left sock do you want, Po-James?"
"Merlin's left sock? Really, Lily?"
"Really, Po-James. I actually got it from Frank."
"You know, it doesn't really work if you call me James and look mad. It's kind of unnerving."
"Ok, so what do you propose we do then, James?" I struggle the name out, and scowl at his smirk.
"We should make a truce."
"I have been offering a truce since fourth year, James. You have blatantly ignored it every time."
"Well, I swear on Merlin's left sock that I will honour the truce this time."
He winks, and I cough to try and hide my blush. I don't like Potter, it's just a reflex: a hot guy winked at me.
Did I just call Potter hot?
My life really is going wrong.
"Why do we need a truce though, Po-James? You see, I can just give you detention if you mess with one of my friends."
"You can't give a detention to your fellow Head Student..."
Wait...what?
"You're...Head Boy?"
"It appears so, Petal."
"If you call me Petal again, I will castrate you."
"Whatever you say, Petal. We will have Prefect meetings to run, rounds to do, a common room to share... We can't be fighting the whole time."
"Right." I purse my lips, and nod quickly. "Fine."
"So what are the terms for our truce?"
I rattle off a few on my fingers. "No fighting in the corridors or in front of people, no asking me out publicly, or at all. No letting Sirius in our common room without asking me first, and I'll do the same with Alice. Anything else?"
"Yep. No lavender shampoo."
"What?!"
"I can't stand it!"
"Neither can I, don't worry."
"Is that it then, Petal?"
"It's Lily, and yes, I suppose so."
"Good, Petal, because the Prefects are queuing outside."
"Fine, Po-James. Let them in."
Merci,
She-who-loves-fanfiction xx
