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Lily Evans - September 24, 2007 02:52 AM (GMT)
    Overcast skies had quickly turned into a torrent of rain and wind. Thunder cracked somewhere off in the distant and lightning struck the ground every five seconds. The storm was slowly progressing away from the castle. The weather would be peaceful and calm in maybe an hour or so. But as of now the storm brought down the happiness of all the students in the castle, including Lily Evans.

    The common room was full of students trying to finish up their homework and unfinished class work before heading off to bed. It was amazing how much all the students were behind on only the third day of classes. Naturally, Lily had already finished all her work and occupied her time by staring into the fire. In her hands was an unlit cigarette that was being twirled around like a baton. No, Lily Evans would never smoke a cigarette (well, in front of the whole common room) she was just giving her hands something to do. And she was attempting to keep her mind busy with the task. She really didn’t want to think about anything right now.

    Her legs were kicked up and thrown over the side of her arm chair and laid her head back over the other side so her fiery red hair cascaded down the side of the chair. Her eyes were closed as she attempted to clear her mind of everything. Drama was not something she wanted to deal with, ever. And she certainly didn’t want to deal with it this early in the year. It was the third day for god’s sake.

    In the back of her mind, she could hear the fire crackling and giving off a warm glow. The torrent of rain had died down to steady drops falling from the overly filled clouds. With a sigh, Lily opened her eyes and sat upright. Looking around, she noticed the common room had cleared out quite a bit since she had closed her eyes. Perfect. She really didn’t want to speak with anyone at the moment, she was sure she would come across as cross and bitchy.

    But she could never escape the friends that she had. They were everywhere any second of the day. Sometimes it was good, and sometimes not so much. And this time, it was one of those not so much moments. Lily wasn’t really one to open up her heart to any old person. The only two people who really knew her deepest darkest secrets were Marlene and Emmeline. But not even they knew about what had been running through her mind for the past hour. Beside her on the table sat a single rose that was slowly wilting away from lack of water. Not wanting to look at it, she turned away and stared into the hypnotizing movements of the flames.

James Potter - September 24, 2007 07:37 PM (GMT)
    Marauders were by nature, pranksters. They were easily amused and it did not take a lot to make them laugh. In fact, they even laughed when laughter wasn’t necessary, or wanted. However, this time James Potter was not amused. One would have to search hard for any sort of amusement in this situation. Or perhaps, for anyone else, such a situation would be amusing. James Potter was an exception.

    Perchance, McGonagall had found that note Padfoot and he had been passing back and forth during class the other day. It had actually been decent besides a few degrading comments about McGonagall’s love life, some wishful thinking on his part, and a lot of sexual innuendos and teasing on his mate’s. Or perhaps it had been that drawing the marauders had lost yesterday in which their professor resembled some sort of hairy hinkypunk.

    In any case, although this wasn’t detention, James was sure McGonagall was punishing him. He sat alone in a dimly lit unused classroom, on his hands and knees, trying to clear out the last few broken quills and used parchment lodged at the back of the cabinet he was supposed to be cleaning. His transfiguration professor had stopped him after class to tell him that he would be cleaning out this old transfiguration classroom’s cabinets as a favour to her. He didn’t remember ever agreeing but she had reminded him ever so gently that as head of Gryffindor, she had more say in Quidditch Teams than he, as Quidditch captain, did.

    And here he was. Or here he had been for the past two hours. Had he known where the marauders were, James would have long abandoned this place. Remus might have frowned at him and given him the ‘look’ if James had not finished this up but honestly, feeling guilty for the slightest second was so much more appealing that cleaning a cabinet that smelled like stale piss. However it was all fine and dandy when he and Padfoot held a majority over Moony, but alone, James would have given in to his mate anyhow.

    He sighed in relief, as he felt around in the now empty cabinet, satisfied he had gotten everything that had been in there since Binns had died. His index finger supported a small puncture mark made by a particularly sharp quill and his clothes and self were coated with a thin layer of dust. James grimaced at his hands, rubbing them on his cloak.

    It only resulted in his cloak getting dirty and his hands dirtier still. He picked up his wand off of a nearby pile of old textbooks and muttered a quick ‘scourgify’ to clean himself up. Immediately, he felt foolish. Why in the name of Gryffindor had he not used his wand to clean? McGonagall had never said he couldn’t. Resisting a severe urge to kick the aforementioned pile of books, James glowered fiercely and hurried out of the room. Clean, though still as mad at himself for being a half-arsed pillock, he ignored any greetings that came his way as he walked towards Gryffindor tower. He needed cheering up. And as he walked into the common room, it seemed he wouldn’t be disappointed. Expression wiped clean of anger, he swaggered over towards where Lily was currently seated.

    “Mind if I sit down?” He did not wait for a reply before taking a place in a chair close to her. It didn’t matter if she didn’t want him to sit down anyhow. Evans was like that; hard to get. James never doubted for a second that she fancied him. You’d have to be ruddy deaf, blind and dumb not to like him. Or of course, there’s always the fact that you could be flying for the other team. But that was a topic James Potter did not want to consider. Of course Evans liked him.

Emmeline Vance - September 24, 2007 08:35 PM (GMT)
    The cloak of night was thrown over the windows, dark and forboding as the watching hour continued. Emmeline Vance, covered in her own cloak (well, it was more like a blanket) was sitting on the couch crosslegged, her Mary Janes on the floor below her. The blanket was pulled close to her chin, and she was hunched over in a little ball. All sound was frozen still, except the flickering and crackling of the fire, casting eerie shadows upon the Common Room. Students were still doing their work. Emmy had already done hers, but it was very late. Whoever was still doing homework probably had a life and had been out having fun. She'd been doing a Potions essay. an outline for Charms, and attempting to gaze into a crystal ball (although thoughts such as "I think I'm gonna die" and "I hate my life" floated across her mind as she did so, try as she might to keep it blank).

    The blanket was keeping her warm, despite the fact that she was wearing a sweater, a skirt, and black tights, PLUS there was a fire. Well, Emmeline got cold very easily, and it didn't help that there was thunder and lightning flashing around all over the place. Emmy wasn't scared of thunder or anything like that, on the contrary, she loved thunderstorms. She liked the rain, especially the warm breeze that usually came around during the aftermath of the storm. It had reached its peak, and was now slowing from a fast rhythm to a slower, steady beat.

    Emmeline had been staring into the fire, looking at the shapes that the flames blazed into, but then something caught her eye. Emmy looked at one of the few people who had stayed behind, Lily Evans, one of her best friends in the world. Emmy could tell that Lily didn't want to be bothered, so she just smiled and then pulled her blanket a bit closer. She sighed, averting her gaze from her friend back to the fire, inhaling the smoky scent as the flames continued to flicker strongly, never going out.

    She was good at reading emotions, and could tell that something drama-related was on her mind. Drama. Drama, drama, drama. The third day back into school and it was already starting. Lucky for Emmeline, she didn't have too much of it going on, but she pitied her poor friends. First there was Lily, who had James Potter stalking her like some kind of rapist. Then Macy, who probably had the most amount of problems. She liked a guy who was in love with one of her friends. Then, there was the whole Sirius Black issue, where Macy had dated him (Emmy had been miserable) and now she couldn't get over him. Of course, Sirius Black was the cause of all Emmy's problems. Was it wrong to not notice a girl who was in his house, his year, and the majority of his classes? Maybe it was hard to notice Emmeline, because she wasn't very noticeable, but still. Seven years?! It didn't make a bit of sense to her.

    Oh God. Emmy watched, eyes wide, as James Potter came into the room, asked Lily if he could sit, and proceeded to do so without even waiting for a reply. She wished she had popcorn. This was gonna be good.

Lily Evans - September 24, 2007 09:13 PM (GMT)
    Thunder rumbled outside the window, and Lily instantly felt just like the noise. She wanted to scream out in frustration at the boy who had just taken a seat rather close to her. The boy had taken a liking to her for the longest time, and really it was quite annoying. Yes, he was somewhat attractive, but his personality was the down fall of him. Being a cocky and arrogant git, Lily preferred to ignore him. Who was the boy you may ask? None other than James Potter.

    With a sigh, Lily slowly closed her eyes and rubbed her temples while crossing her legs underneath herself. “Potter,” she started, “What do you want?” Opening her eyes, she gave a glare icy as Antarctica itself. She was sure even Potter could feel the cold glaze imminating from her cool green eyes. She looked around the common room hoping for someone to come and save her. Emmeline was there, maybe there was hope. Lily threw Emmy, her friend since first year, a look of desperation to come and save her and hopefully Emmy would come and rescue her from the horrible deed of talking to Potter. Alone.

    Thunder rumbled again, but even more loudly. The storm was moving away only a few seconds ago and now it had come back stronger almost reflecting her mood. Was it possible to control the weather with a mix of magic and emotions? thought Lily. No, impossible.

    Gazing down at the small table beside her arm chair, she noticed the rose still lying there. Shit, she thought. Shit, shit, shit, shit. She didn’t want to draw attention to grabbing the flower off the table, but sooner or later James would notice it. And honestly, Lily didn’t want anyone to know about what had happened with Sirius. Trying to disguise her movements with a shifting of positions, Lily discreetly slipped her hand over the rose and dropped it to the ground lightly where no one would be able to see it.

    Still scowling at James she said, “I really don’t need this right now.”

Macy Mann - September 26, 2007 02:36 AM (GMT)
Dark black robes fluttered neatly behind Macy as he feet stepped lightly on the floor of the dimly lit halls of the school. It was very late, and extremely dark. Ran pattered and even in these hallowed halls you could hear the thunder's bash and the lightening crash outside. Why, you might ask, was she even out when she should be warm in the Gryffindor common room finishing her potions assignment? Well.. she was hungry. So, she ventured from her high and mighty tower heaven down to the basement, just for a little midnight snack.

Macy's eyes glanced from side to side, she scanned the big castle constantly for any signs of perfect or teachers, though she did not see any. So she raised the apple in her hand to her mouth, tanking a rather large bite and chewing as quietly as humanly possible. Her feet were covered in a small pair of fuzzy black slippers, they were actually quite warm. She scratched her nose lightly as she mumbled to herself, "Stinken Sirius."

The deep purple mesh shorts she wore lightly touched her toned legs as she walked around a corner over to a flight of stairs. The shorts were rather billowy and breezy, tied loosely at the top with some thick white string. They looked rather similar to muggle school gym shorts. Though it was rather cold, she didn't mind. She had a quite high tolerance for different weather. Well she had to, tolerating whatever weather mother nature decide to throw at them during a match. Plus, she wasn't paying much attention to the way she felt, but more on not getting caught about the halls. She wasn't too worried, worst come to worst, she loses a few house points and snags a detention.

Macy looked at the lime green tee that clung to her body as she wiped a few wrinkles from it with her free hand. It evened out a bit as she started up the large flight of stairs. Macy walked at a slow steady pace, for if she moved quickly, she was sure to have a small klutz attack, which would surely get her caught. She bit again into the red delicious apple as she continued stepping up, going up past the first, second, and third floors. She licked her lips, ridding them of the juice that had been on them only moments before.

Brown hair rubbed softly against her neck from high in its pony tail. She reached her hands back and grabbed the hair, tightening it and raising it slightly on her head. Also keeping the hair out of her face, was a small orange headband about 3 inches thick. Hey, what can I say, she likes to look different. Is that a BAD thing? She continued to walk, and finally reached the floor on which her common room and bedroom reside. She stepped lightly across the corridors as she whispered to the portrait hole, and walked into the common room.

Eyes shifting around a smile pealed on Macy's face. She saw only a few people, for it was quite late. It was fairly quite, for the common room at least. Quiet enough to hear the crackle of the fire. Macy saw Emmy, and James and even Lily. Her smile turned to a broad grin as she opened her mouth up, as it so OFTEN did. "So, when does the party start?" she said rather loudly raising a brow in no general direction.

James Potter - September 30, 2007 03:15 AM (GMT)
    It was apparent that since it was the beginning of the term, school work had not yet started taking its toll on the students. The common room was littered with candy wrappers, and discarded game sets, instead of the broken quills and crumpled up pieces of parchment that would soon be seen everywhere. The chair he had taken felt awfully uncomfortable, and James reached behind him to fish out a half full case of “Bertie botts every flavour beans.”

    He supposed he should just have placed it on a table, since it certainly wasn’t his, but someone else would eat it anyhow, so why not him, he reasoned. Unscrewing the top, James proceeded to seek out several varieties of the red beans, before offering the jar to Lily, Emmaline and Macy. “Bean?” He asked.

    He had about six or seven placed on the arm of chair that he had taken out for himself. He was quite partial to cinnamon, you see. Of course, the first one turned out to be beetroot flavoured and James’ expression was that of repugnance as he chewed it quickly and swallowed.

    “Why do you think I want anything?” He questioned, leaning back into his chair and propping his feet up on the chair across from him.

    Merlin, did this feel nice. He hadn’t been aware of how tired he felt until now. The fire cast a pleasant glow to its surroundings and everything appeared to be flickering in and out of the shadows.

    “Do you think I’m beneath just stopping by for a nice chat with one of my fellow classmates?” He winked at the other two girls seated around them, for surely they thought an exchange between James and Lily was much more amusing than anything else in the common room.

    Well, actually, there wasn’t much in the common room. James’ gaze flashed around in surprise at the almost empty common room. Perhaps the beginning of term was more tiring than he had previously assumed.

Bree Polley - September 30, 2007 11:03 AM (GMT)
    Bree breathed out heavily as she got to the portrait of the Fat Lady to get into her common room. She'd ran up three sets of stairs without stopping and she'd gotten a stitch. Of course, what would any other student do to prevent being caught out of their common room after hours? She had a near encounter with Filch on the second floor, but narrowly avoided him by doubling back on herself and using a different staircase.

    Yes, the question you've all been wondering. Where had she been? Well, anyone who'd ever spoken to her would know that she couldn't resist going outside when it rained. So while everyone sensible in the castle was stationed round a fire, or in their warm, comfy bed - Bree was walking around the grounds in the pouring rain.

    Her reasoning? It helped to sort out her thoughts. Not that there had been many that day. It was also a good excuse for procrastination, who did want to do an essay on goblin rebellions for a ghost? There hadn't been anyone outside while she had been. And all that she could hear was the steading thrumming of the rain, save for a few unusual noises from the forest, but that was a common occurrence at Hogwarts.

    Eventually, the cold and wet had gotten unbearable even for Bree and she had turn back to return to her common room. As she reached the Entrance Hall, the rather large clock positioned there informed her that it was almost half ten, and that led to her quick dash up the staircases of the castle. Seventh years were supposed to know better.

    She said the password, and crawled through to the common room. She got a few peculiar looks from random people stationed around the common room, she couldn't blame them though - she was dripping wet and her uniform was clinging to her. Sighing, she figured she would be questioned by them unless she went to get changed.

    Running up to her dormitory, she quickly changed out of her school robes and uniform and changed into a faded blue t-shirt and white mid length shorts. She performed a drying charm on her hair, to save her from the task of towel drying it. She stuck a black hair band in her hair, just after her fringe to keep it out of her face and turned to go back to the common room.

    When she eventually got back down, the room had cleared. She was sure she had only been gone for around 10 minutes yet the amount of people there had more than halved. She knew a few of the people sitting around the fire so she decided to join them - she had nothing better to do. "Hey Lily, James, Macy, Emmy." She said noting all of the people she saw, even though she had never spoken to a few of them more than three or four times she knew their names, even if they didn't know hers.

    She sat down on one of the single armchairs, and curled her legs under herself, trying to keep herself warm as she was quite a bit away for the fire. She looked around the room, she had always hated the way it was decorated, a vibrant red colour dominated the room - house pride? - but she felt it was too bright, sort of assaulting on the eyes. The people around her were tense, a sort of pressure just hung in the air and she didn't know how to get rid of it.

Lily Evans - October 2, 2007 11:59 PM (GMT)
    Lily noticed more and more people entering the common room including Emmeline, Macy, and Bree. She really didn’t have anything against any of these girls; actually she enjoyed their company when James was around. She always let on that she never wanted to be around him because he was an overconfident prat, but she sometimes wondered if it was totally one hundred percent true. Well, of course it was. James thought he was better than anyone in the school and that he could get any girl he pleased, but not her. She would never fall under his charm. Hopefully.

    Lily swung her legs around so they reached out in front of her and brushed the red rug. Her arms rested on the arm rests and her fingers gripped the end of the arm rests with great tension. Her cheeks were becoming more and redder because of anger, and maybe even a little blushing. No, that was impossible. James Potter was not making Lily Evans blush.

    He offered the jar of beans to all of them and she scrunched her nose in disgust. Out of all the wizarding candies, Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans were her least favorite. You never knew what you were going to get and often times it was something utterly repulsive. “Disgusting,” Lily muttered under her breath as she watched James put them into his mouth one by one.

    Lily’s fingers relaxed on the arm rest as she stared around at all the girls. They would have her back if anything happened. “James, I always knew you as someone who had a motive for everything. You don’t really tend to do anything that is unnecessary in your terms.” A large crack of thunder sounded as the storm approached the castle. It was almost right on top of them at this very moment. “I don’t believe we’ve ever had a nice chat. It usually always ends up with a slap or someone storming off.” Oh yes, they had plenty of those kinds of chats that were oh-so-rarely civil.

    “Now really, is there a real motive for you being here? And might I ask where your counterpart, Sirius is?” She had no idea why she was asking for Sirius, but she had had trouble getting him off her mind lately after what he had done. She couldn’t recall any other guy ever doing something so unexpected for her before.




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