For Love or Funny?

"James Potter!" I called, "Stop it right this instant!"

James whirled around and sighed.

"Don't you do that! You are going straight to Professor McGonagall!"

But James just kept on hexing. Who was he hexing? Let's take a guess. Of course, Severus Snape, the most hated Slytherin in the entire school.

"And Remus Lupin! You are a prefect!" I snarled, my face contorting with rage, "YOU SHOULD KNOW BETTER!"

"Yes, I should," said Remus dryly, bored look upon his face.

"But he doesn't!" added an immature Sirius Black.

"You four--" I began.

"But--" started Peter Pettigrew, pathetic as ever.

"--are--"

"But--"

"PATHETIC!"

"But--"

"Oh, shutup, will you, Pettigrew?" I demanded, my anger getting the best of me. Pettigrew fell silent.

I flew up to Professor McGonagall's office and told her of Potter and his stupid gang of Marauders.

"Hmm, I see, Miss Evans. I shall give Mr. Potter a detention at once."

She stepped to her window, raised her wand and shouted,

"DEFECTUS!"

Below, James still shouted hexes, but nothing came out of his wand. Sirius was howling with laughter. I turned to Professor McGonagall.

"It's 'Defectus,' is that it?"

"Yes," she sighed, "And I think that particular spell may come in handy when dealing with the infamous Potter and his gang of Martyrs."

"Umm, I think it's Marauders, Professor, not Martyrs," I commented quietly.

She looked at me strangely.

"Well, in any case, it may be helpful to use."

"Yes, Professor."

And then--

"IMPEDIMENTA!" from below. A red flash of light and James Potter was lying still on the ground. Severus raised his wand.

"Professor," I started, but she wasn't standing behind me anymore. I spotted her marching down the field to Severus Snape shouting,

"DEFECTUS!"

Severus' wand no longer worked. McGonagall proceeded to revive James Potter, and the instant she revived him, he was back on his feet, and both Snape and Potter were hurling hexes at each other, none working.

Sirius was laughing so hard he was crying, Remus along with him. Pettigrew seemed unearthly thrilled.

Later, I was talking to my best friend Molly Caid.

"Molly," I said.

"Yes, Lily?"

"Do you think I'm bossy?"

"No, Lil."

"What about a teacher's pet?"

"We-e-ellll," began Molly slowly.

I sighed then--

"What do you think about James Potter, Mol?"

"Whaddya mean, Lily?"

"Well, how do you feel about him?"

"About him what, Lily Evans! I demand to know!" Molly said, and mock anger filled her voice.

"Ohnevermind," I said hastily.

"Ohhh," said Molly in a sing-song voice.

"Oh-oh-oh what?" I snapped.

"You. Like. Him."

"Do not!" I tried to make my tone sound light and casual, but my stomach stirred uncomfortably. Very uncomfortably.

"Hee hee!" squealed Molly.

"Stop it," I said irratably.

"Hee hee!"

"Shut up."

"Ha ha, hee hee hee!" giggled Molly.

"I'm warning you, Mol!"

But in my throat, a grin started to form...

"Haw haw hee hee hee!"

"Oh, shut up!" I laughed, hitting her with my pillow, and a pillow fight broke out.

And that night, I laughed myself to sleep.

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