Lily C. Evans (valleyflowers) wrote in avecdeux,
Lily C. Evans
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2 May 1975

James took his time packing things up for Potions, hoping to catch Lily Evans on her own. When she finally quit talking to Slughorn, James nonchalantly followed her out. "Pretty easy lesson today, eh?"

Lily had noticed that James was sticking around, but was hoping he wouldn't try to talk to her, or take even more time packing up and act like he wasn't waiting for her. No such luck. "Challenging but not impossible, just the sort I like," she said neutrally.

"You couldn't have possibly thought that was difficult, even Wo-Peter managed," James told her.

"It took a deal of concentration," she said. "It wasn't exactly easy."

"It wasn't hard either."

"Right, fine, not easy but not hard. Are you finished?" she asked with mock patience.

"What are you getting so annoyed at?" James asked. "I just started a conversation with you."

Lily looked at him, fairly sure she already knew where this conversation was going. "Nothing."

"That's right," James replied, shoving his hands in the pockets of his robes.

Finding she really had nothing else to say to James, Lily adjusted her backpack and kept walking - and kept being matched for pace by James. It was almost worse than having a puppy dog.

"Headed to the library?" James asked, conversationally.

"Back to Gryffindor," she replied. To meet Remus, actually, although she didn't mention it, at Remus's behest - James may have been an idiot but he didn't want trouble.

"That's where I was headed to get Sirius before detention," James told her.

"What'd you do this time to earn detention?" she asked. Marlene hadn't mentioned anything.

"We made Snape float from the ceiling."

Lily rolled her eyes. "You shouldn't be so horrible to him."

"Everything he gets he deserves."

"Keep telling yourselves that, if it helps you sleep at night," she snapped.

"I don't feel guilty, if that's what you're trying to imply," James snapped back. "If you knew what he was up to, you'd think he deserved it too."

"Two wrongs don't make a right," she shot back. It wasn't that she liked Severus Snape, she mostly felt sorry for him.

"Trust me on this, he deserves it, besides it's not like we're killing him or even really hurting him."

"Deserves to be picked on? Oh yes, that's a compelling argument."

"Trust me, this is one thing you haven't got the slightest idea about."

"Then why don't you either find a different subject or quit talking to me?"

"I'm just trying to be nice," James replied.

"Being nice to me by mentioning the wrongdoings of a classmate. Nice."

"You were snappy first."


"Because you're annoyingly predictable."

"I am not!"

Lily merely rolled her eyes and kept walking.

James fumed. He hated it when she was...SO FRUSTRATING.

They remained silent the rest of the way to Gryffindor, and Lily found no Remus in Gryffindor Tower. She was unperturbed by this fact, he was probably up in the dorms switching books or something. She settled on one end of the couch, and pulled out her Transfiguration book.

James stormed up to his dorm and flung open the door. "We've got detention, you prat," he told Sirius.

"Well earned, well earned," Sirius said, and then turned around to see the look of fury on James's face. "Jeez, what gets you that look?"

"Evans."

"Oh," Sirius said. "Did she heroically put off your charming yet dashing attempts at taking her away from all this?"

Remus laid quietly on his bed, behind the closed curtains.

"All I did was talk to her!" James said. "And then she went all Prefectly and two wrongs don't make a right...and you see where I'm going with this."

"'Course I do," Sirius answered. "D'you think it could go any other way?"

"Why does she have to be such a hag sometimes?"

"Because you touch yourself at night," Sirius joked, undoing his tie.

"She's not a hag," Remus said quietly, preparing to make a quick exit.

"What's going on with him?" James asked.

Sirius shrugged."Beats me, he's edgy."

"It's not that time of the month."

"Yeah, we had it last week," he nodded.

James shrugged.

"Grand old time, too," he added. "So detention. What do we get to do today, d'you reckon?"

"We're with Flitwick, so it can't be that bad. Probably just alphabatizing, but I reckon we can distract him like we did last time," James said.

"Flying test parchments can be distracting, yes," he grinned.

"I just think he likes the fact that we can do Charms that he's never taught us," James replied.

"See? It's really just secret pride," he said, picking up his bag.

"Exactly," James replied.

"We're too damn smart for our own good sometimes," Sirius told him, leading him down the stairs. "So forget about Evans for now and let's go have fun in detention."

"Maybe if we're lucky, we can get a fly in before we have curfew," James said. "Not that curfew would really stop us, but you know."

"We're practising at the ungodly hour tomorrow, you think I want to fly after curfew?" he chortled. "You're out of your gourd."

"It's at six, not like four or anything."

"Still out of your mind."

"So you'll only be able to snog one girl instead of two tonight," James replied, exiting the room.

"You know me too well."

"That I do," James replied.

"So, alphabetizing," Sirius said. "Q comes before H, right?"

"You're joking, right?"

"Duh."

"We should see if there's a charm for that."

"For joking?"

"It might be fun, plus we can hear Moony say things like: I'm glad that you're finally taking an interest in the library, blah blah blah. Oh wait, that's Evans, not Moony, never mind," James said.

"She's starting to rub off on him, you know. He might say it. And then we'll laugh," Sirius said.

"As if he'd ever. I mean, he's one of us. Just because he's Prefect, that doesn't mean anything. He's Moony."

"Yeah, but it'd be funny," he pointed out.

"True," James agreed.

"Yeah, we'd laugh," he said, nudging his way through a group of third years that were taking up space in the hall.

"We're here already," James groaned once they were at the Charms classroom.

"Oh no, whatever will we do?" Sirius asked, putting his wrist to his forehead. "... Right. Go in, that's what."

"After you, mate," James said, opening the door.

"That was good, you should do that for Evans, she might stop thinking we're idiots for ten seconds," he replied, entering and looking at James over his shoulder.

"She'd probably just ask me what I was going to do to her," James replied, entering the classroom.

"No no, see, you do it and even if she reacts all weird like she's bound to do, just do it again."

James grinned. "And that's why you're my best mate, Padfoot."

"Because I am wise. It's true."

"We just let you think that."

"Well, I've come up with a way for you to not tick off Evans, have you done that in five years ever? The answer to that is no, you have not."

"I will do that so that now she'll just think that I'm deranged...where's Flitwick?"

"Not here," Sirius said, shoving his hand in his pockets. "Oh, hey, what's this?" he asked rhetorically, approaching a parchment stuck onto Flitwick's office door.

"What does it say, you prat?" James asked, standing on his tiptoes trying to read over Sirius's shoulder.

"Mr. Black and Mr. Potter, had other matters to see to... Professor McGonagall will be coming to retrieve you to serve your detention. Oh, bollocks."

"This day just keeps - hello Professor McGonagall," James said, changing his tone when he saw his head of house coming their way.

"Mr. Potter, Mr. Black," Professor McGonagall greeted them in her usual no nonsense way.

"'lo Professor," Sirius echoed dully.

"Come with me," she said, making it obvious that she had no interest in making their detention experience anything short of the punishment that it was meant to be. "We'll be going to my classroom."

"Oh, this is promising," Sirius muttered at James once Professor McGonagall had turned around to lead them away.





By tobegreat, valleyflowers, coeurdeunlion, etoile_noir_, and Professor McGonagall.
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