The Marauders Year Five Part 2 #Wattys2017

Where We're Going

Where We're Going

"Evans."

She was concentrating on her Charms book across the aisle from him, her eyes trained on the page. James chewed his lower lip.

"Pssst. Evans."

Up front of the classroom, Flitwick was going on about the properties of making something go invisible with a charm and how the density of a thing effected just how invisible it could get. James was feeling pretty invisible at the moment. He turned to his parchment and folded it up quickly into a bird. Sirius watched from beside him, eyebrow raised, as James tapped the little paper bird with his wand and set it to flying across the aisle into the side of Lily's head so that it's tiny paper beak bounced off her temple.

She looked up.

"Eleven days," James whispered. He held all ten of his fingers up, then turned his hands and held up one finger... Ten... one... Ten... one... a grin spreading over his face. He winked.

Lily smiled and flushed, looking down at her parchment.

"One cannot make anything truly invisible with this spell... true invisibility is very near to impossible... without the use of invisibility cloaks, many of which are also markedly poor at their purpose... there is very few wizards who have achieved total invisibility..." Flitwick was saying, "Particularly on a human being... Notable exceptions include Sheena the Sheer, and Clay the Clear..."

"Evans."

She looked up again.

James motioned for her to unravel the bird.

She picked it up and unfolded it carefully. In the center of the parchment, in James's messy quill, read the words, Where shall I take you on our date?

Lily looked over at him and he raised his eyebrows and mimed for her to write him an answer. She glanced at Flitwick, who was busy telling them about poor Clay the Clear and how he'd once made himself so invisible he was never seen again and why the spell he was teaching them was not intended for human use... Lily turned to the parchment, sliding it over her own notes, and dipped her quill, hesitating, wrote her answer and folded the parchment carefully into a frog, which she charmed to hop and dropped to the floor.

James smirked in amusement as the note jumped it's way over to him and caught it as easily as he could catch a snitch, his fingers closing 'round it as he drew it back up to his desktop. Sirius looked over in amusement as James struggled to keep the frog-note from jumping away long enough to tear it open and break the spell. Lily stifled a giggle from across the aisle and covered her mouth. On the other side of her, Peter leaned back to see what was happening as James finally caught the frog once and for all and opened him up, laying the parchment flat across his desk, smoothing it out with his hands.

The Three Broomsticks is fine.

James took up his quill and wrote another note. This time, he folded it into a paper aeroplane and let it glide across the aisle to her.

Alright. Three Broomsticks it is. I'll buy you lunch there. They have fantastic fish and chips. Maybe Honeydukes after for a soda and some raspberry cauldrons? My treat.

Lily wrote him back - her note a ball which bounced once in the aisle before landing in his hand and falling open. He grinned at the playful nature of the conversation, and looked to see what she'd written.

Sounds fun.

James grinned, wrote something down, charmed the paper to fly over like a bee and let it go... only to have Flitwick's fist close 'round it midair.