(A/N): Hey Guys! So, this is the next chapter! It's now 1:35 am here, and I'm going to bed straight after this. So. Tired. Have fun with it, even though most of it is pointless.
I started this story in 2012. I was fourteen. Its been almost ten years. If you don't like something in the early chapters, it's not going to suddenly change ten years after I wrote it. If you're going to review this story with criticisms, please log in so I can actually reply to you and not have to leave messages like this in chapters so you might actually see it. And if you're just going to bash the story for being inaccurate, again, please remember that I was fourteen, I wasn't born in the 1960's, and I have never been outside of Australia. And some things are inaccurate because that's what people in that time period thought- not necessarily what I think, or know today.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but Leo, Elaine, Nicholai and Quiggly.
Previously:
"Great." I mutter, and Lily narrows her eyes at me.
"And what is that supposed to mean?"
Leo
"Well, what does that mean?" Lily asked again, angrily.
"Nothing, ma'm." Lily glared at me, and I could see Remus trying to apologise with his eyes.
"ma'm? Oh, I am going to kill you!" She growled, and started towards me before James grabbed her around the waist, lifting her feet of the ground. "Put me down Potter, or I will make sure you never have children! Never!" He instantly dropped her, giving me an apologetic look before she lunged towards me again, which I dodged easily. I gestured to Elaine discreetly to get rid of the research books, and she closed her eyes instantly.
"I'm going to kill you! You know I hate being...called...ma'm..." She trailed off, slowing to a stop, looking up at me before spinning around to see Elaine with her eyes closed.
"What is she-?" In that second, the books disappeared from the tables, and Lily spun around to see me smiling down at her smugly.
"Morning Lils, how are you?" Her eyebrows furrowed, and she stared up at me.
"It's almost three in the afternoon." She pointed out, and I glanced around, looking for a window.
"Really? Wow, we need windows in here." With a blink, I asked the room for windows, and three large, floor to ceiling windows appeared, and, true to what lily said, it looked to be around three in the afternoon.
"Smug bastard." Lily muttered under her breath, and I grinned at her, causing her eyes to widen. "Don't you dare-!" I scooped her up bridal style before spinning around in circles before setting her feet on the ground again gently but quickly, and she staggered before stumbling into James, knocking them both to the ground. I blinked again, and a muggle Polaroid camera appeared in my hands, and I quickly snapped a shot of the tangled two before sending the camera back to where it came, and slipping the Polaroid into my pocket.
"You did that on purposed didn't you?" Sirius asked amusedly, and I nodded in affirmation.
"Of course I did, she called me smug." Lily glared up at me from the floor, where her head was resting on James's chest, his arm wrapped around her shoulders as it had been while he was trying to stop her from falling.
"Seriously, I think I hit my head." James said, lifting his head slightly so he could gingerly touch the back of his head with his fingertips. That's when I smelt it, the blood I mean. I glanced at Elaine, and her eyes widened after a split-second.
"Leo, will you help me find a book please?" I nodded, and we rushed off into a remote part of the Library, and I took an experimental breath before exhaling quickly. Elaine grabbed my hands and dragged me into a corner before closing her eyes, and a few seconds later a clear, seemingly glass box encased us, and small air vents appeared in the wall.
"Breathe." I gingerly did as she said before breathing in, exhaling, and breathing in again.
"Oh my god that was close!" Though, seeing as I said it so quickly, it probably sounded like this, 'Ohmygodthatwasclose!'.
"It's okay, you're away from it now." I shook my head at Elaine's attempt to be reassuring.
"Try as I might, blood is always going to be around, hell right-" I cut myself off from what I was going say, because, after all, I didn't want to freak her out.
"What?" She asked, her eyebrows lowered in curiosity.
"Do you really want to know?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at her in an almost challenging way, trying to warn her that it wouldn't be a good idea.
"Sure, might as well." She said quietly.
"What I was going to say was, 'Hell, right now I want to eat you.'" I looked her in the eye before she sank to the ground beside me, our backs pressed against the bookshelf.
"Well...do I at least smell nice?" I burst out laughing at this, which she didn't seem to understand.
"What? What?" I grinned at her before grabbing her hand in mine.
"You smell like green apples, chocolate and cinnamon." She smiled slightly before glancing at our hands for a second and tightening her fingers around mine and resting her head on my shoulder, and I rested my head on hers.
"Nice to know. What does Remus smell like?" I grinned at her lightly.
"Coffee and...dark chocolate, strangely enough." She moved her head out from under mine, to raise an eyebrow at me before replacing it.
"Lily?" I thought back for a second. After all, I hadn't really been around her as often as the other two lately.
"Green apples, vanilla and the colour red. You can sometimes tell what people will smell like by looking at them. Green eyes, green apples. Pale skin, vanilla. Red hair, the colour red." I felt her start to move and shook my head. "The colour red smells...warm. Like a mix between...you know, I really don't know what, it just smells...red." I could feel Elaine laughing at me silently so I lightly whacked her on the arm with the hand that wasn't still holding hers.
"What about James?" I smiled, glad to have changed the subject off what the colour red smelt like.
"Peppermint, cookies and cream ice-cream and limes." Elaine made a delighted noise that, frankly, I thought was adorable.
"What about Sirius?" I scoffed quietly.
"Wet dog, leather and sandalwood."
"Why wet dog?" I thought it over for a second.
"Maybe it's because his hair's so shaggy, it's like fur."
"How about Peter?" I inhaled quietly, seeing as, even though I couldn't smell what was that far away, through the glass shield, I did anyway, seeing as I had already heard the others approach.
"Lip balm." She was perplexed I could tell, but I sat up anyway. "By the way, I know you're there guys." The others stepped out from behind the book shelf to our right, and Elaine looked a little surprised before moving on. The glass barrier came down before the others could really notice it, and the smell of blood was weaker now, probably because either Remus or Lily had put a piece of gauze over James's head wound, but I could still smell it. It wasn't as bad, I could cope.
" So, why were you guys spending so much time in here alone?" Sirius asked, and Elaine, Remus and I stared at each other for a minute, trying to come up with a convincing lie.
"Oh, you know, got to get started on those OWL's early." They looked perplexed.
"OWL's aren't for four years." I nodded.
"That's exactly what they want you to think." And with that, we trailed off into some more casual conversation. After all, we hadn't really hung out in almost a month and a half, and we had barely known each other already at that point.
Anyway, that's how we ended up discussing Quidditch.
"So, Leo, what about you? You considering trying out next year?" I shook my head quickly.
"Nah, my dad doesn't want me to, says it's too dangerous." At this point, I saw Sirius' eyebrows wrinkle.
"Didn't we first meet in a Quidditch store?"
(A/N): Damn Sirius, being all acute-ly minded. Okay, there was another word I wanted there, but I can't remember what. In fact I did that a few times in the story with the word perplexed. in fact, it's pretty much the only word in there, if you look closely.
I started this story in 2012. I was fourteen. Its been almost ten years. If you don't like something in the early chapters, it's not going to suddenly change ten years after I wrote it. If you're going to review this story with criticisms, please log in so I can actually reply to you and not have to leave messages like this in chapters so you might actually see it. And if you're just going to bash the story for being inaccurate, again, please remember that I was fourteen, I wasn't born in the 1960's, and I have never been outside of Australia. And some things are inaccurate because that's what people in that time period thought- not necessarily what I think, or know today.
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