the marauders: prongs, a jily fanfiction

chapter 5

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Lily's POV:

"Are you okay, Evans? You look terrible," commented James at the breakfast table. I shot him a glare and spat out, "Gee, thanks, Potter." Sirius smirked and muttered something to James that I couldn't hear, making them both guffaw loudly.

Remus, the Marauder I liked the most, shot me an apologetic smile, but slid a piece of his toast to me, just the way I liked it, with strawberry jam on half of it, and raspberry jam on the other. As I bit into it, I was overwhelmed with an old memory. A memory of Tuney and I dressing up in ridiculous fairy outfits, having tea parties with our dolls while eating toast, Tuney's with all blueberry jam, mine with both half and half.

I nearly broke down crying in the middle of the Great Hall, so tired and frustrated. My friend, Marlene McKinnon pursed her lips and rummaged in her bag, while Alice was gabbing away to Frank Longbottom, her long time crush (or perhaps more than just a crush), who's hand was inching slowly towards Alice's. Adelaide was over at the Ravenclaw table, talking to a handsome blonde guy, probably Finn Sterling. Teresa was next to Remus, both of them talking animatedly about their thoughts on the Wimbourne Wasps and Puddlemere United. Strange, both of them didn't like Quidditch much. Then again, they both liked to debate on different topics.

James and Sirius were huddled together, Peter at the side, trying to squeeze his way in, probably planning another prank. Marlene gave me a grin, and slid a bottle towards me. I picked it up and shook the contents, a watery, light clear-blue liquid.

"Invigoration Draught. It'll keep your energy up," mouthed Marlene. I nodded to her gratefully and uncorked it. I sniffed it cautiously. It smelled fresh, like rain and jasmine. I drained the bottle and immediately felt better.

I looked at my reflection in the bottle. My before pale-white face was now a healthier color, my bags lessened. I didn't look as tired.

James slid my schedule over to me and I nodded towards him. I looked it over quickly before neatly putting it in my bag and heading to Transfiguration with the Marauders, Marlene, and Teresa. Adelaide waved us goodbye and headed off to Charms, her favorite class. Alice and Frank went off together to Herbology, babbling on about something.

I slid into a seat as class started, Marlene next to me and Teresa on the other side. The Marauders sat behind us, whispering. Professor McGonagall started talking about transfiguration was mainly more scientific and exact, whereas Charms had a broader margin for own creativeness. She began to talk about simple transfiguration, and I quickly jotted down notes when a small paper owl flew from behind and landed on my table, chirping softly. I held out a finger and it nipped at it affectionately. Then it unfolded to a note that held surprisingly neat handwriting.

I could tell it was James' handwriting. It was written with a strong and sturdy hand, each line pressed into and straight, but slanted slightly to the right. His handwriting was tall and skinny, unlike my small, cursive handwriting.

The note said:

"Hello, Evans. Fancy taking a walk with me around the school grounds after?"

I rolled my eyes. Typical of him.

I quickly wrote down a fact on UnTransfiguration then turned back to the note. There was no way I was going on a walk with Potter. He would probably charm some birds to poop on my head then play some prank on me that the whole school would see, like picking me up bridal style and playing the wedding march. I showed Teresa and Marlene the note. Marlene plucked the note out of my hands, and wrote: