Chapter 14 : Who's That Girl?
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Sirius and I walked back to the castle. I eventually told Sirius everything just so we could start off on a clean slate before things got... well, serious.
Time seemed to fly by, and I could hardly believe that it was October twenty-fifth, the day before the Quidditch Match against Slytherin.
"There's nothing better than the weekend!" James said perkily as he plopped onto the couch in the Gryffindor Common Room.
Class just ended on that Friday afternoon, and the whole school was buzzing about the Quidditch Match that would take place the following day.
"Yeah, there is," Sirius smiled.
Everyone stared at him, most likely thinking along the same lines as me. I know he better not be talking about something that rhymes with hex---
"Duh... Quidditch is tomorrow." Sirius added, "I'm not that perverted, you guys--"
"Don't lie, it's a sin," Amber smirked.
"Yeah, Sirius, don't think I didn't catch you staring at my butt an hour ago."
That was what I wanted to say, but I just kept my mouth shut. I didn't want to seem like a brat or anything.
"You're a perv, and you know it." Lily nodded her head.
"Whatever you say..."
Sirius rolled his eyes, but they were glinting with amusement.
"So, do you guys think you'll beat Slytherin?" Lily asked, opening a book.
Everyone looked at her funny for two reasons (at least I was looking at her for these two reasons).
One: Of course they were going to beat Slytherin: Slytherin was going down!
And two: Why was she opening a book when no homework was assigned?
"Lily, what are you doing..?" I asked in a quiet and sarcastic manner.
Lily looked down at her book and scrunched her eyebrows.
"The homework," Lily said defensively.
"There is none, though," James retorted.
"Well, I saw the blackboard in the Potions room! Under FYI, it said that on Monday we're going to have an essay due the Monday after that, and I'm getting a head start on it."
Lily started writing the heading to her essay, but I stole the quill from her moving fingers.
"You're kidding, right?" I asked, laughing.
"No..." Lily said, stealing her quill back. Well, trying to, at least.
I smiled and put it behind my back so someone could take it from me, just to keep it away from poor, struggling Lily.
"I have other quills, you know!" Lily said, still trying desperately to get it from me.
Sirius stole it from behind my back sharply, and he stood up.
"Yeah, but this is your lucky quill, and you've had it since first year when you named it Lucky," Sirius said. "Just because you aced the very first quiz with it..."
Lily rolled her eyes, punching Sirius. It was funny, really. It didn't hurt him because she wasn't exactly the "bully-strong" person.
"Sirius, mate, over here!" James said in a loud whisper.
"Oh, like I can't hear you!" Lily said sarcastically.
"Babe, I want you to hear me. I looooooooooooooooovvvveeeee yooooooouuuuuuuu!" James sang with a huge grin. It was possibly the best part of the evening, seeing James and his messy head of hair sing to a catchy melody.
Sirius handed Lily's "lucky" quill to James.
She narrowed her eyes at Sirius, and then she nearly climbed all over James because he held it high above his head.
"James Potter!" Lily yelled, jumping up into the air to retrieve what was hers. "You give me my quill this instant, or I'll just have to punch you... or I'll just find a way to get it back, by wand or by hand!"
I let out a terribly monstrous chuckle while Sirius barked out in laughter.
James had shoved Lucky into the front of his pants. Where his... er... you get the picture, right?
I had to hold onto Sirius to hold myself up. That was how hard I was giggling.
"You know, it would be much more satisfying for me if you did it by hand, but much more pleasurable for you, Lily. Either way, you're going to have to get it out of my pants," James smirked.
Lily's jaw dropped. She snapped back into reality, grabbed her books, and took out her wand behind her back.
"Aguafy!" Lily said, taking it out from behind her back. She had pointed her wand at James's... front... and his pants were dampened with water.
"There you go, Potter. I would think even you would know not to mess with me. Good-bye!"
Lily traveled back upstairs to the shared dorm.
"Wait, Lily!" James called in sheer melancholy to no avail.
She stopped, turned around in a sigh, obviously not as upset as she let on. "...What?"
"What about Lucky?" James asked innocently.
"Keep the quill. Git," Lily rolled her eyes, and then mumbled, "How thick do you have to be..."
She shook her head and then went back upstairs.
"I think I've just made Lucky even luckier," James said, turning around to pull the quill out of his pants.
Amber looked angry and slapped James on the shoulder.
"You idiot! Now Kris and I have to go talk to her!" Amber scolded, rolling her eyes, and then stood up.
I didn't really notice Amber leave. I just sat there with a smile on my face. Of course, my cheeks were sore because of all the laughing, but I didn't stop smiling. It was too funny to forget. Although, Lily did seem upset...
I looked around the room, studying everybody. Sirius, James, Remus, and Peter were chatting about what just happened, and I heard occasional chuckles.
I watched thoughtlessly, noting that many girls and boys were paired up together, holding hands, and snuggling with each other.
Why can't I have that? I thought moodily.
Then I looked at Sirius.
"Oh yeah... I can," I said aloud by accident.
"You can what?" Remus asked in curiosity.
"Huh?" I asked, not realizing right away.
"You said you 'can.' What 'can' you do? Or have? Or whatever?" James pointed out.
"Oh--" I could feel myself turn pink slightly. "Never mind, I wasn't talking to any of you losers." I stuck my tongue out in playfulness.
"HEY! I'm a loser now?" Sirius whined, stifling a smile.
"What I say goes, Sirius. What I say goes..." I said. "James is a bigger loser, though. Who the hell puts quills in their freaking pants..?"
"Why does that make me a loser?!" James pouted.
"Because I'll bet you anything you just lost the chance to make Lily like you," I told him honestly, my hand clasping his left shoulder, as I stood before him.
Sirius was mumbling to himself. "Great, I'm a loser, but I don't even get to be the biggest loser... What's the point in that?" This all happened as James and I were chatting.
"Y-you really think she lost interest in me now?" James stuttered.
"Uh, duh," I said, certain that I was unintentionally decreasing his hopes and happiness. "She barely had any interest in you at all to start with. How is it so unbelievable that she lost interest in you because of your immaturity?"
"It was only a joke... We were just messing around, and she said it herself! She does have more quills..."
"You're completely missing the point, James." I laughed at his lack of realization.
"What is the point then, oh-so-wise one?" said James sarcastically.
"The point is: You need help. Not just any help. My help and Amber's help. If you're going to make Lily like you now, you're going to need her best friends to talk to her for you," I assured, nodding.
"At what cost?" James groped, suspicion in his eyes.
"Just don't act so immature and arrogant all the time. Or else Lily won't look at you in any way ever again," I stated, knowing it was true.
"Are you seriously going to talk to her for me?" James said, shocked and hopeful again.
"As long as you promise to talk to her after the Quidditch Game tomorrow," I told James. "Besides, who could say no to those bright hazel eyes?"
James chuckled and folded his arms across his chest. "Yep. I'm so irresistible, not even my best mate's girl can say no to me."
"Whoa, nice impression of Sirius, there," I laughed as Sirius's head turned to see why he was being talked about.
"What'd I miss? Why'd you say my name?" he asked.
"I like the name," I lied jokingly.
"Ha-ha, very..." Sirius stopped suddenly. Then he smirked and tickled my sides, making me laugh hysterically. "...funny!"
"S-Sirius, knock it o-off!!" I hit him playfully.
"Tell me I'm sexy!" Sirius demanded, smiling.
He is sexy...
"Tell me I am the hottest thing that's ever been close enough to touch you."
He is hot...
"Nooo!" I yelled, going against all of my thoughts.
"Tell me you're looking forward to the Hogsmeade trip on Sunday!" Sirius smiled.
"I'm l-looking forward to the H-Hogsmeade trip o-on Sunday!" I laughed, wriggling endlessly.
"Then why are you laughing? This is a serious situation, Kris. I am deeply offended. You are driving a spork through my chest." Sirius stopped the tickling, and then he clutched his chest dramatically.
I pushed him away, biting my lip, and I smiled when he fell backwards into James. They fell down.
"Sirius, stop, we all know how graceful you are... You don't have to show us," James said, throwing Sirius off of him and standing up.
"It wasn't my fault! It was Kris who'd done it!" Sirius debated.
"Whatever you say, mate."
"Yeah, okay, whatever I say," said Sirius stubbornly.
"Hey, I'm going to go upstairs to my room and read," Remus said, standing up and walking up to his Prefect dorm.
"What are you going to read..?" Peter called.
"Erm, just a magazine!" Remus yelled back.
"What magazine? Since when do you collect magazines?" Wormtail questioned.
"Since now!" Remus replied as though he was being accused of something. "And it's definitely not a porn magazine, if that's what you were wondering.."
I remembered thinking: Maybe he was trying to lie badly on purpose? I later found out that Remus never did have the barbaric magazines, but he wanted to get Sirius and Peter out of the room so James and I could have a heart-to-heart. He then conjured the magazines up and gave them to Sirius and Peter... But Remus never looked at it. He was a good person. That made me proud of him.
Sirius's eyes widened, along with Peter's. They raced up to Remus to look at the "not porn" magazines. Eww.
"Sick bastards..." I laughed.
"Hey Kris?" James asked, surprisingly not with his pals.
"Thanks. It's really nice, what you're doing for me and all. Just... Thank you," James said tensely.
"Ha, it's fine, James... I don't mind helping out a good friend." I patted his back comfortingly.
"OH MY GOD!! SWEEEEEEEEET!" I could hear Peter yell from upstairs in Remus's room.
"You're missing all of the sick fun, James," I said, concerned about why he wasn't upstairs.
"I know... Right, well, thanks again... You're coming to the Quidditch Game to support Gryffindor, right?" James asked, double checking.
"Hell yeah," I said cheerfully, adding a sincere smile.
"And... Lily, you'll..?" James made sure.
"Yes, I'll get Lily to come, don't worry about it."
"Okay..." James exhaled. "Hey, Kris, can I ask you something?"
"Maybe. Go ahead."
"W-why haven't your eyes -- you know -- changed colors lately? They usually change, like, every day." James raised his right eyebrow.
I was not expecting a question like the one he asked. It kind of surprised me.
"Oh, well, you see, I can't tell you... Umm, I don't really know, myself..." I said in all truth to James while admitting it to myself in the process.
"Interesting..." James noted. "Hey, why do they change colors, anyway? Is it random or do they mean something?"
"James... Just go. Have fun with Moony, Padfoot, and Wormtail, okay? Just... go..." I pleaded.
"Fine. Tell Lily I said I'm sorry."
"Pfftt, no way. That would be your job, Prongs. Not mine."
"I can't believe you dragged me out here," Lily huffed, shaking her head in a disbelieving manner. She sat down on the bleachers with Amber, Remus, Peter, and I, along with some other Gryffindors.
"Well, you should've seen how sorry Prongs was last night, Lily," I said, elbowing Remus, who had his nose in a book. No, not a magazine. Just a book.
"Oomph! Oh, yeah... He was really sorry, Lily," Remus nodded, then went back to his book.
"Moony! We're supposed to be enjoying ourselves and the Quidditch-scented air!" Amber giggled. "Stop reading and wait for the game to start. Let's talk together."
Remus's eyes grew wide, and then he slammed the book shut and smiled. "Alright."
"Look, Lily, let's just go comfort the team right now. They're probably nervous! All you have to tell James is 'Good luck!' and it will really make his day! He'll play better; he won't have 'Lily hates me' on his mind! Please..? Come..?" I begged, preparing to go down on my knees for James's sake if Lily continued to deny my request.
"Kris, the game is going to start in nearly ten minutes!" Lily whined as I tugged on her light jacket.
"That's why we have to hurry!" I said, smiling. I then grabbed her actual arm, and she gasped.
We both ran to the boys' locker room to wish them all good luck.
"Are there any girls on the team this year?" Lily asked.
"You were at the tryouts, Lily, you were there! You watched it. You should know," I laughed.
"Oh, yeah!" she said. "Isn't that new girl on the team?"
"The fourth year?" I confirmed.
"Yeah! That's her. What was her name, again?" Lily asked.
"I believe it was... Randilyn Mandira?" I was not quite sure.
"Oh, yeah, now I remember! Yeah, that's it, Randilyn," Lily exclaimed as she nodded.
"She's the only girl on the team, too. She must be a really good Chaser to have met James's expectations." I raised my eyebrows.
We made it to the outside of the boys' locker room. I knocked, and Lily looked like she didn't want to be where she was.
"I-it's not too late to go back, now, we can like... run really fast, can't we?" Lily asked as the door opened.
It was Greg, one of the Beaters. He was shirtless, too.
"Can I help you two?" he asked, looking Lily and I up and down.
"Yeah, you can--" I started.
"Ah, no, we're good, thanks. Bye!" Lily started walking away.
I looked at Greg in a "hold on, give me a sec" way. I, once again, grabbed Lily's bicep and spun her around.
"Don't chicken on me, Lils," I teased.
"I'm not afraid, I simply don't want anything to do with James," Lily said, shrugging.
"Tooooo baaaad," I slurred. "We're going in there, and it will only be for a minute! So let's get it over with."
"Fine," Lily snapped, pulling her arm back.
We both walked back up to Greg.
"We're here to see James Potter and Sirius Black," I stated, smiling.
Greg groaned. "Are you sure you're not here to see me?"
"Er... yes?" I said in a pressing tone.
"Sorry. I can't let you in," Greg said, raising his eyebrows and pursing his lips in a "ha-ha!" way.
"Why the fuck not?" I asked, angered.
Lily tried walking away, but I caught her and held onto her. She rolled her eyes and slapped me away playfully.
"They told me specifically: 'If any girls came to see us, do not let them in.' That's what James ordered, and he's captain," Greg said, starting to shut the door.
"Greg! Wait! They weren't talking about us, they were talking about stupid fan girls," I pointed out.
"Aren't you two stupid fan girls, though?" Greg asked in disgust about all the attention the two boys always got.
I laughed and used Greg's bare shoulder to help me stand up as Lily's smile stretched.
"Ha, Greg, it's the other way around. Just tell James that Lily Evans is outside this door, begging for entrance. He'll hex you for not letting her in," I said seriously, pointing at Lily as I said her name.
Greg widened the door, not wanting to be hexed, and he let the two of us in.
"Good. Thank you." We stepped inside.
The room was fairly dim with no windows. There were small, gray lockers lined up with each other, along with dark brown, backless benches used for changing into proper gear.
James nearly screamed like a girl when he was putting his last touch to his gear. He messed up his hair even more than it had been messed with and walked over to us uneasily.
"What are you two doing here?" James asked as Sirius walked over.
I looked at Greg and mouthed "told you!" and turned back to James and Sirius.
"We're wishing you boys good luck, of course!" I smiled.
James looked into my eyes, he smiled at me. It was his way of saying "thank you" for talking to Lily.
"Oh, well, thanks. Nice of you," Sirius said.
"Good luck, James..." Lily mumbled, staring at the floor.
"Sorry?" James asked, not catching what she said.
"I said good luck!" Lily said loudly.
"Oh. Well..." James was lost for words.
James kissed Lily on the cheek, eyes widened at what he had done, and he backed away, grabbing his broomstick. He walked over to the door, yelling, "Wrap it up, team! Dole, put a shirt on!"
Lily looked petrified. She didn't even get a chance to slap him. Of course, she never meant it when she hit him. She was a hard-to-get girl. And she made sure of it.
"Good luck, Sirius! GOOD LUCK, TEAM! WOO!!!" I screamed. I was very enthusiastic about things that my friends were involved in, always making sure to show my support.
Just then, an extremely beautiful girl in scarlet and gold robes walked into the locker room with a broom hitched on her shoulder. She had shoulder length, glossy, black hair, which was pulled back into a nice ponytail as her side-sweep bangs were lingering at the side of her face. Her eyes shined with a wonderful shade of blue. She had a natural, nice glow to her skin, which was flawless. Though she was beautiful, she looked amazingly timid.
"Randilyn! There you are; I was getting worried. All set?" James asked.
"Please, call me Randi." She gave a nice, polite smile. "Yes, I'm ready... I think."
"Don't worry, you are an excellent player, you'll do fine," James told the fourteen-year-old.
"That's high praise coming from you," she giggled.
Not another FAN GIRL! AHH!
"Oh, please, is not," James smiled charmingly and looked over at Lily.
"Uh, guys, we're gonna go now. Good luck, Randilyn!" I yelled, walking out the door.
"Yeah, Randilyn, good luck," Lily spat, ruffling Randi's perfect hair. Lily patted Randi's shoulder and went out the door.
"Jealous, much?" I asked, my eyes wide.
"I don't like James! How can I be jealous?" Lily defended.
I didn't say anything. We both made our way back up to Remus and Amber, who were both in deep discussion about plans on Hogsmeade. They were going together.
"Sounds good," Amber smiled widely.
I heard something, which sounded like a microphone being tapped, and we all settled down.
"Today's game: Slytherin verses Gryffindor!" boomed a female voice.
The commentator was a Hufflepuff, cheering for Gryffindor rather than Slytherin. I could tell by her voice when she said the two houses.
"Here they come, the Slytherin Team! Daniel Zabini as Captain and Keeper! Roy Franklin, and Wilson Knockwell, Chasers! This year's Slytherin Seeker is Emma Willard! Tristan Quixley and Severus Snape as Beaters!" commentated the Hufflepuff, whose name was Lacy Jenson.
The Slytherins all came out, flying around the field as their names were called.
"Oh, YEAH! THAT'S RIGHT, YOU'RE GOIN' DOWN!" Peter yelled, surprising us all. I laughed and clapped with my friends.
"Here comes the Gryffindor Team! James Potter as Captain and Chaser, along with Randilyn Mandira and Sirius Black! God, Sirius is HOT!" Lacy commentated, earning a warning glare from McGonagall. "Er, sorry Professor! Jared McCoy as Seeker, and Dennis Foxworthy as Keeper! With Erik Starr and Gregory Dole as this year's Beaters! I guess we'll all see if they'll be doing the team justice!"
All of the Gryffindor Team members went out… same procedure as the Slytherins. I was kind of mad at Lacy now. How could she announce her thoughts on Sirius to the whole school? I supposed that she was an outgoing girl, or perhaps she was high on adrenaline, but that gave her no right to announce personal things at a Quidditch match. It wasn't the right place! Or was I just jealous?
"ON MY WHISTLE! Three, two, one--" the Referee yelled. She blew her whistle, and the game started.
It got pretty nasty with the Slytherins. They were trying so hard to be in the lead, which wasn't happening. Snape kept on trying to hit Sirius with a Bludger, but Sirius was too quick for Severus.
"Gryffindor leads, 80 to 30!" Lacy yelled, also cheering.
"GO SIRIUS! GO JAMES! GO TEAM! WOO!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
"If you wanted to be a cheerleader, you should've said something, Kristin," I heard somebody say behind me.
I furrowed my eyebrows, and I looked to see who spoke this preposterous nonsense.
"I'm not a cheerleader just because I'm supporting my team and its members," I snapped angrily.
"It sounds that way to me. You wouldn't have what it takes, anyway." Lana and her friends laughed.
"Whatever," I turned my attention back to the field.
I hate her so much...
The game went on. Once, Slytherin was in the lead by thirty points, but Gryffindor was so determined to win, they were the ones in the lead after that.
I caught Jared McCoy going for something. Assumptions told me it was the Golden Snitch.
"McCoy has found the Snitch! Willard and McCoy are racing for it!" Lacy said excitedly.
Just then, Snape hit a Bludger toward Sirius, who wasn't holding on to his broom properly.
The blow hit him so hard, that--
"Oh, NO! Black has fallen off his broomstick! Someone, help!" Lacy panicked, along with three quarters of the stadium. One fourth was cheering. Guess which House that was...
"RESORTIATE MOMENTUM!" said a girl's voice from the crowd. She said it so loud that everyone's heads turned to see who had made the attempt at saving Sirius Black.
It was a girl that wasn't in Hogwarts Robes. She had long, straight black hair and stunning blue eyes. She was in a free-flowing black dress with spaghetti straps. It wasn't a fancy dress; it looked like it was around a sickle in cost.
She looked amazingly like someone I had seen once before.
"Who's that girl?" I asked the atmosphere.
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