Year: 1973 – February, 2nd Year
Quote of the Day: Many complain of their looks, but none of their brains
"James has a Valentine!" Peter squeaked excitedly as an owl dropped a pink envelope in front of a bewildered James.
It was a mild winter day in the middle of February and it was, of course, St. Valentine's Day. The months since Christmas had flown by and it was already the middle of February. There was no news yet of the Sheppards and a small voice in my head said that there never would be, but some small part of me still kept hope. I hadn't talked to Sirius about the missing people or the Knights of Walpurgis and what it all meant since that day before the start of term. It seemed that Sirius had forgotten about the whole ordeal, or he chose not to talk about it. All I knew was that after the Sheppards went missing no one else did, and so it had been quiet up until now. Everyone seemed to forget that people had gone missing in the first place.
Everyone except for me.
It was also a couple of days after the full moon, and I still felt slightly weary, but my transformations were getting better because I now had Sirius, James, and Peter to help me through them—they knew my secret, and they didn't abandon me for it. I still thought about it everyday; it made me cherish how lucky I really was.
"How come James has a Valentine and I don't?" Sirius said in a whiny tone, breaking into my thoughts.
"Because you're ugly?" James suggested with a hearty laugh as he tore the envelope open.
To be covered in a puff of pink glitter.
Sirius chortled, "Actually, I'm rather glad I didn't get a Valentine after all…"
James glowered at him and tipped the envelope upside down in case there was any more glitter lurking inside. A bright red card shaped like a pair of lips fell out and onto the table in front of him.
James opened the card cautiously; by now everyone around him was looking on in eager anticipation.
Suddenly a high pitched voice filled the air and the lip-card started to sing. Every student in the hall stared at it, and the now embarrassed James.
Oh that James Potter
I've never seen anyone hotter
When he walks past
My heart beats very fast
His messy hair
Makes him look like a fluffy teddy bear!
James, now as red as the card, grabbed it and slammed it shut as the whole hall erupted in laughter.
"Well? Let's hear the rest of it!" Sirius chortled, and with that he seized the card, stood up on his chair, and pulled it open. James jumped up in effort to get the card back off Sirius, but since Sirius was taller he held it just out of James' reach. James finally gave up and shrugged, deciding that he didn't care if the whole hall heard it, He was still red, though.
His beautiful eyes are of hazel
They make my heart drop to my navel
He loves to play the noble sport Quidditch
I wish I could watch him fly everyday on that pitch!
Oh James Potter
I've never seen anyone hotter
The singing card finished on an awfully high note and kissed James on the lips.
"Thank you for your attention ladies and gentlemen, I'll be receiving cards all week," James said as he sat down and laughed awkwardly.
The hall erupted in laughter.
"'His messy hair makes him look like a fluffy teddy bear'" Sirius imitated the card with a barking laugh, "I liked that part the best."
"Git." James said to Sirius. "I'll get you back for that!" he cuffed Sirius on the side of the head. "And I don't see you getting any cards." he added.
"My admirers are just too shy to do that," Sirius retorted.
"Or perhaps you don't have any?" I suggested. Sirius poked his tongue out at me.
"You don't have any either, Remus." Sirius pointed out.
"Alas, 'tis true." I mock-sighed.
"I wonder who sent it?" Peter wondered.
"Some silly little bint," Lily Evans snorted from the other side of the table before any of us could reply. She was looking at the red card in disdain. I looked at her, surprised.
James raised his eyebrow at her, "You're not suggesting you sent it, are you Lily?" James said, a bit too hopefully.
Lily rolled her eyes, "And why would I do a thing like that, Potter?"
"Because you wanted to confess your undying love to me?" James offered.
Lily snorted again "Your messy hair certainly does not make you look like a teddy bear," she said.
"I'd like to think I looked like something more masculine than a teddy bear," James agreed.
"No, sorry Potter, it makes you look more like you've got a bird's nest on top of your head," Lily replied. I couldn't tell if she was being serious or not.
"I resent that Miss Evans!" James replied as he ran a hand through his hair, trying to smooth it down while Sirius let out another barking laugh.
Lily however, just rolled her eyes again and went back to talking to Alexandra, but I noticed a distinct smile on her lips that I guessed had nothing to do with what she was talking about.
James shrugged and picked up the envelope that the card had been in. He turned it over.
"There's no name or anything on it."
Sirius rolled his eyes, "Of course there isn't, you dolt. It's from a secret admirer!"
"Does it say anything about meeting somewhere?" Peter asked.
"Ah, too bad, then you could have found out who it was." Peter said.
The bell went for the start of the day before James could reply.
"What have we got first?" I asked as we stood up and shouldered our bags.
"Transfiguration," Peter replied, and we made our way out of the hall and up the stairs to the upper levels.
"I really want to know who sent that card," James said as we entered the Transfiguration classroom.
"You'll have to do some guesswork," Sirius said, as if he specialized in these sorts of things.
"There's a heap of girls that could have sent it though," James replied as we took our seats. We lowered our voices; we had to be quiet then, because McGonagall was starting to instruct us on what we would be transfiguring today.
"So are you ready for the match tomorrow?" Sirius asked James, referring to the Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff match that was on tomorrow as McGonagall walked around the students to help them.
"Course," James replied.
"Mr. Potter, Mr. Black, get on with your work please," McGonagall walked over to James' and Sirius' desk.
"Sorry Professor, we were just discussing the match tomorrow. Wouldn't it be smashing if Gryffindor won?" James said.
"Yes Mr. Potter, it would indeed be smashing, but I suggest you concentrate on your Quidditch when playing Quidditch and Transfiguration when in Transfiguration." With that, McGonagall walked over to Lavinia and Alanna, two Gryffindors in our year.
"So Lily, who d'you think sent that card?" James was prodding Lily, who was sitting in front of him.
Lily turned around "I don't know Potter! Why are you asking now for?"
"Because I wanted to know?" he said.
Lily glowered at him, "I'm trying to do work here Potter, as you so obviously are not." she said.
"Oh but Miss Evans, I just wanted your educated opinion on this matter," James said formally.
Lily raised her eyebrow at him, "You know my opinion, it was sent by some silly little bint who thinks your brilliant, and is sorely mistaken. Now do your work," she turned around again.
James sat back in his chair as Sirius grinned.
"What?" James asked, noticing the silly look on Sirius' face.
"You know what-" Sirius whispered, "-I think Evans fancies you!"
James went red, "She doesn't!"
"She does so," Sirius said knowingly.
"She glares at me every time I look at her," James replied.
"He's right, she does glare at him an awful lot," Peter said.
"Thanks Wormtail." James said sarcastically.
"It's all a big cover up," Sirius replied.
"You and your theories, Sirius. What's next… Peter liking that silly bint Florence from Hufflepuff?" James said. Peter reddened.
"You don't like Florence, do you Pete?" James eyed Peter suspiciously.
"No, no! Of course not." Peter said a little too quickly.
"Well, I reckon Lily likes you." Sirius said with an air of finality.
And I had a strange feeling that for once, Sirius might be right.
The next morning I awoke to the unmistakable sound of someone cackling. It seemed to be coming from the bathroom. I wiped my eyes tiredly, pulled off the blankets and swung my feet out of bed to see what all the noise was about. The cackling got increasingly more hysterical, and I registered vaguely that it was Sirius.
I could hear another voice saying, "Shut up Sirius! You stupid swot!"
Sirius, however, just kept on laughing.
I opened my drapes and found that James, Peter and Sirius had all gotten up already; it was fairly early as well, as James always woke up early on the day of a match. I walked tiredly over to the bathroom door to see what was so funny that Sirius had to wake everyone within hearing distance with his incessant guffaws.
I opened the door and there stood Sirius, clutching his stomach and laughing his head off. He was holding his camera. Peter, who looked as if he was fighting back the urge to laugh, stood next to Sirius. My gaze landed on James.
And I started to laugh hysterically.
James turned around, "Remus! Not you too!" he groaned.
I couldn't reply, for it was too funny, and I stood there laughing, looking at James in disbelief.
Not a single hair was left on his once bushy head.
Yes, James Potter- famed for his messy bird nesty hair- was completely and utterly bald.
Yes- bald- as in having no hair left at all on one's head. (One's very white head – I might add).
He was a chrome dome to boot.
And it looked utterly ridiculous.
This was entirely too much for both me and Sirius, who kept on laughing madly at James' new look.
"Wha… what did you do?!" I asked between bursts of laughter.
"He… he shaved it off!" Sirius said, barking with laughter.
"You… shaved it off?!" I looked at James wide-eyed and began laughing hysterically again.
"Shut up you morons!" James said, utterly embarrassed. James always got defensive and angry when he was embarrassed, which made him a terrible target for Sirius' comments.
"Why did you… why'd you shave it off?" I asked, clutching my now sore stomach.
"I… I wante-" James began, but was cut off instantly by Sirius, who could tell exactly why James was now as bald as a wee baby.
"He took Evans' words to heart!" Sirius cried, "She said his hair was like a bird's nest yesterday! Remember Remus?!" Sirius pounded the bathroom wall with his fist, laughing.
I did indeed remember Lily commenting on the state of James' hair yesterday in Transfiguration. Though why it had caused James to commit such a drastic act was quite beyond me.
James reddened, "Shut up Sirius!"
"Oh, poor Jamie!" Sirius said, "Well at least now you don't have to worry about people commenting about your bird's nest. No- I imagine they may say something about your chrome dome though," Sirius laughed hysterically.
James glared at Sirius. "It's not a chrome dome!" he said irritably, running a hand over his bald head.
"Looks like one to me!" Sirius replied gleefully with a guffaw, and ran his hand over James' head.
James whacked Sirius on the side of the head, "Shut it you git! You're meant to help me!"
Finally our laughter died down.
"You're right, sorry Jim," Sirius said grinning, "But it's not everyday your best friend shaves all of his hair off because of what some girl said." With that, he let out a chortle.
"It wasn't just about what Evans said." James replied defensively.
"Oh! So he admits it! It was about Evans! So why else did you do it then??" Sirius asked.
"Well… James Potter – Quidditch Chaser Extraordinaire – does not look like a stupid teddy bear," James said matter-of-factly.
At that Sirius started to laugh again.
"That's why you shaved it off?" Sirius asked.
"Well I don't want to attract some silly girl who thinks I look like a bloody teddy bear," James replied haughtily.
"Oh, but teddies are so cute!" Sirius said shrilly, smacking his lips together and talking in a high voice that I only guessed was meant to be an imitation of the female species. If I ever heard a female talk like that I'd be very scared indeed.
James shook his head and rolled his eyes at Sirius. "I've said it before and I'll say it again: You. Are. Mental."
"This, coming from a boy who just shaved all his hair off because he didn't want to look like a fluffy wittle bear," Sirius replied throatily.
"So, what are you going to do James?" Peter asked, "The match is on in about thirty minutes."
James gasped "Thirty minutes?! What am I gonna do?!" he said exasperatedly.
"Well, there's not much you can do really…" I pointed out.
"Thanks Remus." James said scathingly.
"You go out there with your head held high and say 'Lily: I did this for you," Sirius said, "and then you give her a snog." That got him started with the guffawing again.
James whacked Sirius again.
"What?" Sirius said innocently, his hands over his head in hopes of protecting himself from James' whacks. "It was only a suggestion, and you did do it for Lily."
"I was talking about the match! I can't go out there like this and play in front of the school," James said.
"Course you can," Sirius said roughly.
"They'll laugh at me," James said.
"Take it like a man." Sirius replied, as if he had total experience in being a man.
"I know! I'll cover it up!" James said suddenly, ignoring Sirius and marching out of the bathroom and over to his trunk. We followed him and watched as he flung random items out of his trunk in search of something.
"Ah. Here it is!" James said, holding up a Chudley Cannons hat which had the motto 'Let's all just cross our fingers and hope for the best,' and shoved it on his head.
"There," he said.
Sirius snorted, "What happened to 'We shall conquer!'?" he raised his eyebrow, looking at the hat.
"They changed the motto last year sometime," James replied.
Sirius smirked, "I suppose it does fit, as they haven't conquered any team in 81 years."
"I'll have you know that the Cannons won the league 21 times!" James said indignantly.
"Yeah, that was about five hundred years ago," Sirius replied, "No, they're nowhere near as good as the Wimbourne Wasps."
"The Wasps are only good because they've got Eden and Bagman." James replied.
"Yes, but the point is - they're good. Quite unlike the Cannons." Sirius smirked.
Before James could reply I cut in.
"James, its now twenty minutes to the game, you should be down in the hall." I said. James looked at me wide-eyed.
"The game! How could I forget?! It was all your fault Sirius! Going on about the stupid Wasps!"
"Of course. It's always my fault." Sirius shook his head at James, "Sometimes I wonder why I'm even friends with you at all," he joked as James grabbed his Quidditch gear and made his way to the door in a frenzy.
"Sirius." James stopped.
"For the last and final time: Shut. Up!" James said, and with that he pulled the door open and walked down the stairs. Sirius, Peter and I following in his wake.
By the time we got down to the Great Hall the Gryffindor team had already finished eating.
"Where were you?" Caleb Mort, the Quidditch captain, asked as James sat down and started shovelling toast into his mouth as if he hadn't eaten in a week.
"I 'oog noof," James said, his mouth full of toast.
"He shaved his head, then we had a bit of a laugh about it, then he covered it up with that ridiculous hat and then we got to talking about Quidditch," Sirius explained simply.
The Gryffindor team stared at James, who was now glaring at Sirius, and suddenly they burst out laughing.
Almost everyone in the hall who was not distracted by the owls turned to see what they were laughing at.
"Thanks Sirius." James said sarcastically, finishing his toast.
"Well they had to find out sometime," Sirius replied. James just glowered at Sirius as the team were in hysterics.
"You shaved your head?" A disbelieving voice said.
It was Lily.
James went positively pink.
"I… I…" he babbled.
Lily grinned. "Why'd you shave your head Potter?" she asked.
James didn't reply, and gave a warning look to Sirius, who was itching to tell her exactly why James had shaved his head.
"I wanted a new look, Evans," he said huffily.
"If you say so," she laughed and turned away.
"Do y'think she likes it?" James asked hopefully.
"I don't know, why don't you ask her?" Sirius replied unhelpfully.
"James, you're not going to wear that for the match are you?" Caleb asked, pointing to his Chudley Cannons hat.
"Er, yes?" James said.
"You're not serious?! We can't be associated with a team that have been on a losing streak for the past 81 years!" Caleb said, "It'll bring us bad luck."
"Come on James, I'm sure it's not that bad." Caleb said.
James grumbled and pulled his hat off. Instantly, the team started laughing again.
"Okay, so it is that bad." Caleb said.
James rolled his eyes at Caleb. "Can we go down to the change rooms now?" he asked, peering around at the great hall, most of the students were now laughing at James' new hairdo.
"Yeah. It's about time to," Caleb recovered and stood up, the team followed his lead.
With a quick goodbye and good luck, we saw James and his bald head off.
"Well… that was certainly amusing," I said as James and the team departed through the oak doors.
"Too right it was!" Sirius replied.
"D'you really think he did it because of what Lily said?" I asked Sirius as I took a sip of orange juice.
"Why else would he have done it?" Sirius asked.
"I dunno… wanted a new look," I said, and we both started laughing again.
"And today's match will be Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff, folks," said Linwell Bentley, the Quidditch commentator, in a booming voice that could be heard all across the stands.
The wind blew in my face and a light rain settled in my hair and on my cloak as I sat down with Peter and Sirius in the stands, waiting for the match to begin.
"And it's a very promising team the Gryffindors have lined up this year, now we're just waiting for them to come out of the change room, and here they come." Linwell said as the Gryffindor team came walking out of the change rooms to a roar of applause from the crowd, "There's the Captain Caleb Mort, Chaser James Potter – who seems to be sporting a new look, my, his ears must be freezing… ah, and there's Eleanor Adair, the fourth year Beater – don't want to get on her bad side, I can tell you… ah, and there's Sturgis Podmore, the fifth year Seeker."
Linwell continued as the team members walked out onto the pitch.
Sirius snorted, "The Hufflepuffs don't stand a chance," he said as the Hufflepuff team came walking out onto the pitch.
He was probably quite right, I thought as I looked at the Hufflepuff team.
"And the match is about to begin." Linwell said as Madam Sykes marched out onto the pitch carrying a case. She blew her whistle and flipped open the case. Instantly, the Quidditch balls flew out and into the air. The match had started.
"And Caleb Mort's in possession, strong flyer is Mort, oh, now Hufflepuff Chaser Boswell's in possession, Potter gaining on Boswell…" Linwell continued.
I watched James zooming down the pitch, eye on the Hufflepuff Chaser Bill Boswell. Boswell threw the Quaffle to Nathan Churchfield – the other Hufflepuff Chaser – but it never quite made it to Churchfield as James swiftly cut in between them and caught the Quaffle. The Gryffindors cheered. James was now zooming back up the pitch, Hufflepuff Chaser's in tow, and threw the Quaffle at the left goal hoop, before the Keeper had a chance to move the Quaffle was through. Gryffindor let out more loud cheers and applause.
"Gryffindor 10 to 0 for Hufflepuff, thanks to Chaser James Potter! I don't care what his hair looks like – that boy can fly!" Linwell said happily as he cheered along with the others and James did a loop of honour.
"And now Hufflepuff Chaser Boswell back in possession, Mort coming up close behind him," Linwell said.
Mort was tailing Boswell. Boswell threw the Quaffle towards his fellow Chaser, but Mort caught it in mid and zoomed down the pitch, the Chasers following him. I looked to see what James was doing, and as he zoomed down the pitch towards Mort, his face etched in concentration, I noticed something strange. James' hair was miraculously starting to grow back!
"Look at James' hair!" Peter cried, pointing at James, his hair now about two inches long. James hadn't noticed this new hair growth. By now everyone was staring in disbelief at James' hair and not paying any attention to the match.
"And it seems as if Potter's hair is growing back! I don't believe it! Maybe he could give Professor Kettleburn some tips on hair regrowth!" Linwell said.
"Linwell!" McGonagall cried, but Kettleburn – the Care of Magical Creatures Professor—just laughed and ran a hand over his balding head.
"And Hufflepuff scores! An even ten!" Linwell suddenly yelled. The Gryffindor team looked around in surprise; I did as well. The team, too intent on watching James' hair regrow, had let Boswell slip past them and score.
James then ran a hand through his hair and let out a whoop of surprise and happiness. With newfound fervour he flew alongside Mort, who was now in possession.
The Hufflepuff Chasers were circling Mort but before they could catch the Quaffle Mort threw it to James, who caught it expertly and closed the gap between himself and the hoops and threw it through the middle hoop, narrowly missing the Keeper.
Another loud cheer erupted from our stands.
"Gryffindor in the lead 20 to 10!" Linwell said.
"If they keep this up they'll win in no time!" Sirius yelled over the din.
And Sirius was right. About forty minutes, into the match the Gryffindor Chasers had scored another 80 points, making the score 100 to only 30. The only hiccups so far was that Olivia Richards, the third Gryffindor Chaser, had copped a bludger to the hand, as she stuck it out too far to get the Quaffle.
James had now scored 40 of the points with his excellent flying and technique.
"And Mort now in possession, to Potter, and to Richards now…" Linwell commentated.
I watched as Olivia, her hand bandaged, flew down towards the Hufflepuff hoops. She aimed the Quaffle at the hoops and threw it at the right one, but the Keeper stopped it just in time.
"And Keeper Johnson stops the Quaffle with an excellent manoeuvre. Churchfield in possession now. Ah! It seems that Hufflepuff Seeker Cooke has spotted the Snitch!" Linwell said excitedly.
The whole crowd looked on eagerly as Cooke whizzed downwards towards the glittering golden Snitch. Sturgis Podmore, the Gryffindor Seeker, was hot on Cooke's trail.
Podmore was definitely the better flyer.
We waited with baited breath as Podmore gained on Cooke, their arms outstretched towards the Snitch that was sure to disappear at any moment. Then suddenly, before you could say 'fizzle', Cooke dived fiercely, but too soon, and the Snitch whizzed out of the way.
"And Cooke's lost the Snitch! Boswell in possession now…"
Podmore swirled back around and scanned the field for the Snitch; then, his face set, he zoomed upwards. Cooke turned and followed Podmore. I looked to where Podmore was heading and instantly I saw it- a golden glimmer on the Hufflepuff end of the pitch.
Podmore hurtled towards it, Cooke behind him.
"Podmore has spotted the Snitch!"
Suddenly Podmore dived towards the Snitch, Cooke zooming after him. Podmore stretched out his hand desperately. I watched with the rest of the Gryffindors with baited breath and finally his outstretched hand closed around the golden Snitch.
"Podmore gets the Snitch!! Gryffindor win 250 to 80!!" Linwell boomed and instantly loud cheering and stamping erupted all around me.
"We won! We won!" Sirius yelled excitedly, stamping his feet wildly.
The Gryffindor Quidditch team had done it again.
"James! I… I wanted to say Congratulations!" Polly Brown, a blonde first year, giggled at James. Before he could reply, she ran away giggling.
James looked at Polly's retreating back blankly as she ran to the corner of the Common Room to talk to her friends, who were pointing and giggling at James.
Sirius snorted, "Seems like you've found yourself a fan club."
James rolled his eyes at Sirius, and winked at the girls in the corner, who went mad with giggles.
It was the night of the Quidditch match and the Common Room was rife with noise. As soon as the team had arrived back at the Common Room the celebrations had started. Sirius and a couple of other Gryffindors had hurried off to the kitchens to get food and drinks for the celebrations, and now everyone was eating, laughing, drinking and discussing Gryffindors victories.
James, Sirius, Peter and I and some of the other second years were sitting by the fireplace, food and drink in our hands.
Peter nudged James. "I think that girl likes you." He looked over at Polly.
Sirius rolled his eyes. "Of course she does!"
"Yeah. Of course she does. I mean, who can resist me?" James said, waggling his eyebrows.
Lily snorted but didn't say anything.
"James and Po-lly sittin' in a tree," Sirius sang, "K I S S –"
"That doesn't mean I like her!" James said hastily, cutting him off.
"Who do you like then?" I asked noticing Lily sit up and stare at James out of the corner of my eye.
"I… I don't like anyone," James gabbled. I wasn't sure if he was lying or not. Lily sunk back down into her chair.
"Whatever you say James," Sirius smirked.
"I bet you it was Polly that sent that card," Alexandra said to James knowingly.
"So?" James said, looking at her.
"Well, why don't you go ask her?" Peter said.
Sirius started, "Peter- you don't just go up to a girl and ask her if she fanc-"
"I'll ask her," Lily cut over Sirius.
We all stared at Lily.
"Why would you do a thing like that Evans?" James asked cautiously.
"Well if she does I can warn her about you," she smirked. I couldn't tell if she was joking or not.
James laughed. "What's to warn?"
"Oh nothing," Lily replied instantly, and before James could stop her, she skipped over to the corner of the room and began to talk to Polly and her friends.
James watched helplessly as Lily pointed at James and started talking very fast. After a while Polly and her friends looked over at James, scandalised, they gave him a look of revulsion before turning their backs on him. It certainly was a change to the way they had been looking at him five minutes before.
James widened his eyes, "What's she telling them?!"
Alex laughed as Lily came skipping back over to us happily.
"What the heck did you say to them?!" James demanded as Lily sat down again.
"Oh nothing of importance," she replied nonchalantly, leaning back in her chair.
"Didn't seem like nothing of importance!" James replied.
"Oh Potter, don't get your knickers in a twist, I just told them about your er- questionable traits," Lily replied.
James widened his eyes. "Questionable traits?! Questionable traits? What questionable traits? I don't have any questionable traits!"
Lily just raised her eyebrows at him.
"Not to worry James," Sirius said, standing up. "I'll sort this all out," with that he went to the corner of the room to converse with Polly and her friends.
James groaned. "That git will make it worse."
By now Lily was looking on in thorough amusement as Sirius pointed to James, then Lily and then Polly and began waving his arms around as if to get his point across.
James groaned in exasperation, and then Sirius came walking back over to the fireplace, a cross look on his face.
"Well, what did they say?" Peter asked eagerly.
"They wouldn't tell me anything, all they said was 'She told us you'd say that'," Sirius looked at Lily, who just smirked.
"You're evil," James said feebly to Lily as Sirius sat back down again.
"Thank you Potter," Lily replied, looking not in the least bit concerned that James had just called her evil.
James threw her a pathetic look and no more was said about that.
For the next few weeks, though, whenever James walked past the first year girls, they looked at him with scandalised looks on their faces and began to whisper frantically as he walked by.
"So, what did you really tell those girls?" I asked Lily as I put my quill down and stretched, looking across at Lily, who did the same.
It was past midnight and the rest of the Gryffindors had finally gone to bed, leaving Lily and I in a messy, empty common room. Sirius, James and Peter were also in bed. I however, had to stay up late because I had to catch up on all the work I had missed over the full moon. Lily was finishing off a Potions essay.
Lily regarded me with scrutiny, "Nothing of importance."
"Oh come on Lily, you can't fool me," I said, grinning.
She smiled back at me. "I suppose you're right Remus. But say I tell you – what's to stop you from telling James?" she asked. I noticed she had actually called him by his first name, which was unusual, as she usually called him 'Potter'.
"I can keep secrets very well thank you," I replied.
"So you won't tell James?"
"Not if you don't want me to," I replied.
"Okay then," Lily sat back in her chair, "I only told them that he had er- a permanent condition that resulted in er- permanent warts in the most questionable places…" she finished.
I looked at her for a moment.
And then burst out laughing.
Lily joined in.
"Why… why'd you tell them something like that for?" I asked, laughing.
"Well, I don't know why exactly," Lily said truthfully. "Well they were annoying me, silly little bints, and he was acting conceited," she grinned, "I thought I might bring him back down to earth." She laughed.
I shook my head at her, laughing. "James Potter the famous Quidditch Chaser with warts in questionable places," I let out a burst of laughter, "So that's why they were looking at him in revulsion." I laughed as Lily nodded.
Well, it was funny.
Lily laughed, "Yep. And I told them not to tell anyone in case it comes back to James because he'll jinx them if he finds out."
I shook my head at her again, grinning, "James is right about one thing…"
"What?" she asked.
"You are evil, Lily Evans."
Lily just laughed and picked up her quill again.
Ok, so I haven't updated in aaaaaaaaaaaages, but I have now, I've seen some of you adding the story to their faves and alerts, for which I thank you most graciously! I don't know where this story is going, I have some chapters written but I don't know if I'll finish it. And I don't know if its going to be edging along with canon, it will most likely be my version of the Marauders, of what I think they were really like :P. If you cant deal with that then bye bye:P Thanks goes out to Maethril Aranel for beta-ing and fixing all my terrible grammatical errors!