A/N: Sorry for taking so long!!! I've been so distracted lately and suddenly I realized I hadn't updated in a really long time! Well here's chapter three, and I promise another chpater to come tomorrow! Again I'm really sorry, please enjoy!
The day goes by and soon enough its four.
“Pleeeeeeeeeeeeease” Shannon whined. I swear she is four years old.
“Give me three good reasons.”
“It will be fun, there will be Firewhiskey, and we won’t have as much fun without you.”
“But... We have that essay Slughorn assigned us!
She sighs exasperatedly and looks at me. “Lils, its our seventh year. This is it. Don’t you want to DO something? Besides, we’re friends with the Marauders! And anyway, if it’s just me and Alyssa going, they’ll be disappointed. And bored. So come!”
Hmm. Partying with the Marauders. I know Shannon will never give it up... Besides! I think to myself. I have to prove Sirius wrong. I’m not just the boring head girl.
“Fine.”
“Yes!” She jumps up and grabs Alyssa from the couch where she’s writing and they start giggling and discussing... Something. Probably what we’re going to wear later. Ugh, I’m so not into that stuff.
Just then James walks downstairs and over to me.
“Ready to go?”
I look at the clock. It’s only four fifteen! Why go so early?
“Uhm, sure.”
We walk out of the portrait hall in silence. As we walk, James suddenly turns left into a different hallway. Frowning, I follow him.
“James! What the heck? Where are we going?!”
“He wanted crystalized pineapple!” He says indignantly.
“Oh and we’re just gonna make it appear magically out of thin air!?”
“Come on, don’t do this. Not now.”
“Do WHAT exactly?” I say, feeling my eyes narrow on their own accord.
“We were just starting to get along a little! Do you really think we can last all year as heads and fight the whole time? Every time I say something you pick a fight with me. Can’t we just have a truce or something?”
“I don’t just pick a fight for no reason! You’re always asking for it!”
“Oh yeah? When was the last time you picked a fight with me for something real. Not just because you did.”
When I don’t respond he sighs, reaches over to a painting, and tickles a pear.
I’m not joking. He just tickles it. Just as I’m about to point out that he’s a raging lunatic who should probably go see Madam Pomfrey, the painting swings open, and he grabs my arm and pulls me into the room.
Inside, hundreds of house elves are running around, cooking dinner. A house elf comes up to me and James and looks up at us. And when I say look up, I mean it. They are short! This one only reaches up to James’ knees... But he’s pretty tall.
“Hi,” I say nervously.
“Hi, could you please get us some crystalize pineapple to go?” James asks.
The house elf curtsies and then runs away, going to get the crystalized pineapple I assume.
I look around at everything in wonder. I mean, I always knew it was the house elves who made the food of Hogwarts, but I never really realized that there was all... This.
I turn around to face James, forgetting that I’m mad at him.
“How did you find this?”
He coughs and smiles at me. “Some would say its magic.”
I laugh, and James looks surprised. I guess I am too.
“So,” I say, probably about to regret what I’m going to say. “That truce. I guess it would be better, you know, for head duties....” I let my voice trail off and watch his expression, trying to gauge his reaction.
For a few moments he just doesn’t do anything. But then he breaks into a grin.
“That’d be great. So are we friends now?”
“I guess so.” I can’t believe I just said that. Me and James Potter are... Friends? My eleven year old self is scorning me right now. Ugh.
We walk towards Dumbledores office chatting in peace. I’m surprised how easy he is to talk to. I guess Sirius and him really are alike.
We approach the two gargoyles and stop.
“Bertie’s Bots.” I say confidently, remembering the password from last year.
Nothing. Hmph.
James looks at me.
“Now what do we do with the crystalized pineapple?”
Just after he finished his sentence the door opens and reveals the staircase that leads to his office.
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