"James! Don't touch..." the warning died on Lily's lips as I let out a cry of pain, bloody pot, why doesn't it have something to stop it from getting so bloody hot?
"Lily! Help!"
"Here," Lily sighed as she turned on the tap and gently placed my hand underneath the cold stream of water, immediately relieving some of the pain.
"Thanks."
"Honestly, it's like you've never been in a kitchen before," Lily rolled her eyes as she moved back over to the pot of death.
"I'll have you know that's completely inaccurate!" I defended myself, "I've been in the Hogwarts kitchens, this very kitchen as well as numerous others!"
"Yes, but have you ever cooked anything?" Lily sent a smirk towards me over her shoulder... how dare she get the better of me...
"... Why are we doing this the Muggle way anyway?" yes, get her off topic and she's sure to forget it, brilliant idea, James!
"Because I like doing things the Muggle way, and don't try and get off topic just because you know I'm right."
Curses, the plan has backfired.
"Well... I cooked some eggs a bit more this one time..."
"That was Remus, end of fourth year," she replied automatically.
"... I melted some chocolate for Remus to cover his waffles with," I'm so clever, she was sick that day and she'll never know that it was-
"Peter, middle of fifth."
"Dammit... but what about that time I crystallized that pineapple for Slughorn to get a better grade?"
"That was Sirius, Horseshoe! Only a few weeks ago too!" Lily sighed exasperatedly.
"Fine then," I grumbled.
"Oh don't be so childish," she chortled.
"I'm not being childish," maybe it didn't help that I stuck my tongue out at her, just maybe.
"You are! You are being childish!"
"Come over here and prove it then," I challenged.
"In a second, I just need to turn the heat down," Lily replied as she began to fiddle with the stove until the blue flames were considerably smaller.
She walked over to my place by the tap, wiping her hands on a tea towel as she did so.
"You are- Mmph!"
Round one goes to James Potter.
1-0.
... She's so going to get me for this.
I knew it would shut her up, and the only reason I wanted to shut her up was because I didn't want to hear how wrong I was, especially about being childish, because, let's face it, we'd be here until everyone came home, and maybe a few hours after.
"James!" she scolded breathlessly as she finally managed to detach herself from me.
"Yes, Kins?" I grinned.
"You can't just- JAMES!"
"Yes, love?"
"You can't go and... snog people!"
"Well, if it's you, I think I can."
"Oh really? And why do you say that?"
She was doing it unconsciously, I could tell, but she was slowly inching closer, leaning forwards ever so slightly every time she stopped speaking.
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Boot Camp.
ФанфикBoot Camp: By definition it is a camp to train recruits. And that's just what this is. James, Remus, Sirius and Frank are thrown into the unknown when McGonagall tells them that they have been signed up, practically conscripted, for a specialist cl...
