Jily One Shots

Girl Talk

Lily

"Oh, come on, Lils, you have to admit it—James Potter got hot over the summer!"

Lily Evans scrunched her face in disgust, then readjusted her face mask because of it. The sixth-year Gryffindor girls were having a "girls' night," each sprawled across their beds with face masks Lily's mum had packed in her back-to-school parcel. Chocolate frog wrappers lay strewn across the floor, and Lily was playing David Bowie from her cassette player, a device the non-Muggle-born girls watched in awe.

"That doesn't make him any less of an arrogant git," Lily countered, rolling her eyes. "If anything, it's just going to make him even more big-headed, and Merlin knows we don't need that."

"You know who got even hotter?" Marlene chimed in, sitting up and removing a cucumber slice from her eye.

"Black," the other girls said in unison, "as you've already said a thousand times."

Marlene shrugged and leaned back down.

"Just ask him out already," said Mary, who was applying a bright shade of red nail varnish to her big toe. "You already snogged like four times at Dorcas' party."

"Yeah, but I'm kind of over him now. Plus, I reckon he's got a thing for Remus anyway."

The girls murmured in agreement.

"I actually heard Potter's started dating a Ravenclaw," Alice stated, and the other girls sat up in interest. Lily couldn't help the relieved smile that broke across her face; she was already having a great evening, and this news made it ten times better.

"I guess that means he'll finally get off your back, Lil," remarked Mary.

"Thank Merlin for that."

"Aww, I was kind of enjoying him asking you out all the time," Marlene said with an exaggerated pout.

"Enjoying my torment? Gee, thanks, Marlene," Lily replied, chucking a pillow at her friend's head.

Marlene laughed and threw it back. "It's fun when you guys argue!"

Lily rolled her eyes and took a sip of her pumpkin juice, reminiscing unfavorably all the times she and Potter had had heated arguments in corridors and classrooms.

"You know what," said Mary, looking at Lily with a mischievous glint in her eyes, "maybe he'll have some big personality growth and you two will fall in l-u-u-r-r-ve."

Lily choked on her juice. "Ha! Fat chance of that happening." she recovered and lay back in her bed. "I think the last five years have been enough evidence of how much of a toe-rag he is."

Hexing people, bullying, strutting around like he owned the castle—Potter was the last person she would ever fall in love with.

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