As Lovers Go

Prompt: 034: Contact

Title: Notes

She never liked it, to be honest. She actually kind of disliked it. History of magic, that is. She always found it quite dull, and thought that Binns didn't make his classes entertaining either, but only more boring. Studying for the subject was even more tedious. It was different from the other subjects; it wasn't like Charms, where you could see how much you were improving by one swift movement of your wand, or as entertaining as Potions was, with your favourite teacher and hundreds of thousands new potions to learn. It was plain, dull and boring.

She looked around and saw some of her classmates sleeping, others doodling. She listed to some loud snores coming from behind her and belonging to (surprise, surprise) one Sirius Black, and she heard the whistling sound of notes flying from one corner of the class to another. She could see that no one, absolutely no one was paying attention and chuckled softly. Oh, poor Professor Binns. He would've done the students a favour if he'd never become a ghost and kept the absurd thought in his head that students actually learned something from him. Poor, poor Binns. He was hopeless.

She searched for her school bag and tried looking for her journal, placed it on her thighs, picked her favourite quill (the one she had bought on the last trip to Hogsmeade) and started doodling, until a piece of parchment landed on top of it; it was obviously a torn bit of parchment someone had ripped from their homework (what else could it be when in the corner, someone had written "certain ingredients. Stir clockw--"?). It read,

Hey.. em.. yeah. Bored yet?

- J

She lifted her head and tried to look for the sender, though having a slight suspicion of who it came from. Of course, she found James staring back at her, with a mixed expression of anxiousness, but at the same time a content one. Too bad for him, Lily thought, and she crumpled the note and threw it on the floor, and continued doodling as if nothing had happened.

Two rows of desks on the left, James hurriedly tore another piece of parchment from his Potions assignment and scribbled I'm giving up my homework so I can be able to write this note. Someone would've thought you'd be thankful, or at least considerate and not throw it away, but rather stash it under your pillow so you can dream about me at night. -J

He succeeded, and his triumphant expression was unbearable. Lily couldn't ignore this and furiously snatched the note from her desk and wrote hastily,

Don't pretend to be so smart, Potter. I know you haven't done your homework. You never do. Who's the unfortunate you stole it from?

~ L

And she cast the note back at him, discreetly waiting for a reply; how the hell was she going to get out of the class alive otherwise? It's not as if Professor Binns didn't try to kill them with his stupid lessons about Cargid the Fool or Kjumber the Valiant.

She didn't have to wait much for an answer. Potter had written his response in an abnormal tiny handwriting so it could fit.

Actually, to your dissappointment, I did my homework. It looks like you're going to have some competition in Potions, don't you think? You vs. Me = who wins?

- J

Lily glared at James, aware of his triumphant expression. This didn't calm her down, but rather had the opposite effect.

What the hell are you talking about Potter? Merlin, do grow up for a change, you'll probably surprise somebody instead of being so goddamn predictable.

- L

Some seconds later, James' response laid on top of her journal and read,

You might be surprised that I have.

- J

(Changed, I mean. Not grown up.)

Lily sighed. He was hopeless.