I Said No

Lily Evans and James Potter. Their experiences since 1st year.
In the words of James Potter: Go out with me, Evans. Evans says no. Evans said, I wouldn't go out with you if it was a choice between you and the Giant Squid. Evans makes friends with Marlene, Mary, Alice, Dylan (OC) and Molly. Evans is best friends with Severus. Evans is neighbors with the Figgs. Evans loves easily, but she says no to "Go out with me, Evans." Why? Read to find out.
"Go out with me Evans."
"I Said No."


29. Getting in trouble....a lot

Lily’s POV
A month passed. Halloween came.
“It’s HALLOWEEN!” I sang.
“No, really?” grumbled Marlene. “Dear friend, we are as excited as you. Well, I am not sure about that…” she said, watching me prance around the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall
“What’s so exciting about it this year anyway?” muttered Alice.
“I’m just in the holiday spirit,” I said, smiling.
Just then, Savannah and Summer walked over. Savannah looked extremely bored.
“Why is no one in the holiday spirit?” I said, feeling a little let down.
“I AM!” squealed Summer. We jumped up and down.
“This year, I want to wear a costume,” said Summer. “I think it would REALLY be fun.”
I nodded. “I will too! THIS IS SO EXCITTTTTTING!” I said.
My bunkmates, Savannah and Selena watched us in disbelief.
“What’s so special about this Halloween, woman?” Savannah asked, shaking her head.
“HOLIDAY SPIRIT, my friend. HOLIDAY SPIRIT,” Summer said, and I grinned.
Just then, Potter and his friends walked over.
“Hey Summer,” said Remus quietly.
“Hi, Remus,” said Summer, smiling.
Me and Alice glanced at each other, but then shrugged.
“How’s your Halloween so far, Evans?” Guess who.
“Shut it, Potter. As a matter of fact, it’s wonderful.”
“Dressing up, eh? Maybe I will too.”
“Er…” Potter started but was interrupted by the loud laughter of all my friends. “STEALER! STEALER! THIEF!” recited Mary. I glared at her. “Leave it.”
“STEALER! STEALER! THIEF!” chimed in Molly.
“Molly! You betrayed me!” I said, surprised. “How dare-”
“STEALER, STEALER, THIEF!” yelled Selena.
“Are you done yet?” I grumbled.
“One more!” said Alice. “STEALER! STEALER! THIEF!”
“Hey, I wanted to do it!” Savannah said, pouting.
“Alright, get it out of your system,” I said, feeling very annoyed.
McGonagall walked over.
“What is the problem?”
“Well, I called Ja-Potter a thief for stealing my idea-”
“What was your idea?” asked McGonagall.
“Dressing up for Halloween,” I mumbled.
“Ms. Evans, dressing up for Halloween is a common Muggle tradition, it was not your idea,” said McGonagall sternly. I nodded, humiliated.
Her expression softened. “Continue.”
“Um…so I said ‘STEALER! STEALER! THIEF!’ and all my friends-” I gestured- “Thought it was a funny thing to say so they all said it, and….yeah,” I finished lamely.
She nodded and walked away. We sighed in unison.
“Let’s go,” I said getting up. “We have Charms.”
Marlene groaned. She doesn’t like Charms.
“Do we haaaave to?” she asked. “I mean, it’s Halloween! Yay.”
“You could at least TRY to sound enthusiastic,” I said, frustrated.  “Halloween is a time of Goodwill and love!”
“Lily, I think you’re getting mixed up with Christmas,” Summer told me. “Halloween is a time where evil spirits come and rip your souls out so you can’t even feel love.”
“SUMMER! You betrayed me!” I cried.
But Summer had already moved on. She turned to Remus.
“Don’t you just love Halloween?” she sighed. “Evil spirits coming out….like werewolves…”
Remus’ eyes widened. He glanced up at the “sky”.
He knew that day was a full moon.
“Um….I’m sure werewolves aren’t all bad…” I jumped in.
Remus shot me a grateful look.
“Yes they are,” Summer said, her expression darkening. She leaned over. “I’m a werewolf,” she whispered so only me and Remus could hear. Then she picked up her half eaten croissant and leaned back in her seat, glancing at the sky where the full moon would be only hours later.
“Well….we’d better get to Charms,” I said to my bunkmates and the Marauders who nodded. We walked to Charms.
In Charms, Molly and Mary had paired up. So had Alice and Dylan. Marlene was with Black who kept smirking and looking at her.
I ended up with Remus. “Hey,” I said, smiling. “What Charm are we practicing?”
“Incendio, I think,” said Remus glancing at me.
“Did you hear Summer?” I whispered. He nodded and grinned. I grinned back.
“Alright class, today we’re practicing Incendio,” squeaked Professor Flitwick. “The hand movement is…”
I zoned out after that. I already knew the hand movement.
“Alright,” said Remus shaking me out of my daydream. “Come on Lily, you try.”
I nodded. “Incendio,” I said setting the desk on fire.
“No!” squeaked Professor Flitwick. “You were supposed to do it to the fire-immune jar!” He nodded towards a jar that was on the desk me and Remus were sitting at.
“Oh,” I muttered. “Sorry.”
I glanced at Potter, and then looked away. “Remus, could you try?”
“Sure,” he said, pointing his wand at the jar. “Incendio.”
The jar lit up, but didn’t burn. The flames danced merrily around it.
“You do it properly now,” he said, grinning.
I nodded. “Incendio,” I said, and the fire around the jar doubled.
“Pretty,” I breathed.
“Um…Lily, can I ask you something?” Remus asked suddenly.
“Erm…didn’t you just do that?”
Remus nodded. “Can I ask you something ELSE?”
I nodded. “What?”
“Are ties turn ons?”
“WHAT?” I yelled.
“Silencio!” shouted Flitwick in surprise, then his eyes widened. “Sorry, Ms. Evans!” He lifted the spell. “Ten points from Gryffindor. Try to avoid shouting in the future.”
‘‘Okay,” I muttered. “Um…Remus, what is this about?”
“Nothing,” Remus said quickly. “I was just wondering.”
“Well…yeah. I find ties incredibly sexy,” I grinned. Remus went red.
“Who’s the girl?” I asked him, sighing. He jumped. “No! I was asking from a general point of-”
“WHO’S THE GIRL?” I said impatiently.
I grinned. “No, really?”
He went even redder, if that was possible.
“Class dismissed,” squeaked Flitwick. Remus and I left the class. “What lesson do we have next?” I asked.
He checked his schedule. “Transfiguration.” I groaned. “McGonagall, then. I don’t wanna face her…”
“Why not?” said Remus curiously.
“Eh. She might still be mad about this morning,” I said, shrugging.
“Hey, James. Hi, Sirius. Hi Peter,” greeted Remus.
“Bye!” I yelled, running off. I did not feel like talking to Potter right then.
Once I was out of sight of the Marauders, I walked slowly, thinking of what costumes I could put together with my clothes. I remembered something I read in Hogwarts, A History about Hogsmeade. There was something about Gladrags Wizard Wear. But you had to be in third year to go to Hogsmeade. Next year, I thought wistfully, walking into the Transfiguration classroom. Next year.
“You’re late, Ms. Evans,” said Professor McGonagall. “Five points from Gryffindor. Take a seat.”
I pursed my lips and sat.
“Today, we will Transfigure large stones into hats. Professor Dumbledore requested some hats,” she explained. “The incantation is ‘averte lapidem in hat’. The movement is swish and swipe. The stones are on the tables. You may begin”
Potter had whipped out his wand with a smug expression on his face. He swished and swiped and whispered, and just like that, the previous “stone” was a huge, marvelous hat. He stood up and bowed.
“Ten points to Gryffindor,” said McGonagall approvingly.
I fumed as I pointed my wand at the stone. My hand shook as I said, “Averte lapidem in hat.”
The stone crumbled to ashes. “I don’t understand, Professor!” I said despairingly. “I usually do this well….I was practicing just the other day!”
Sev, who was at the other side of the room, shot me a sympathetic smile. I didn’t return it. I slumped down from my seat.
So much for a wonderful Halloween.
I cheered up, though when Professor McGonagall dismissed us. We had Potions next, with the Ravenclaws. I was looking forward to that, though I wasn’t sure why.
“Today, we will brew the Forgetfulness Potion,” said Professor Slughorn. “This potion is hard, but I have faith that you will brew it correctly….especially you, Lily!” He smiled at me and I hesitantly nodded back. He continued, “You will do it independently, though you may need some help with the heating. If you do, grab the person next to you for that. Start.”
So I started.
Slughorn was right when he said it wasn’t an easy potion. It was the opposite of easy. It was HARD.
But I kept at it, and five minutes before the lesson ended, I eventually finished. I raised my hand. “Professor, I’m done!”
He walked over and peeked in my cauldron. “It’s the perfect shade! 20 points to Gryffindor!” I smiled and glowed.
Summer bounded over when Slughorn went to check on Xeno Lovegood’s potion. “How did you do so well? Mine turned out a purplish-brown.” She scrunched up her nose. “Yugh.”
“Summer, are ties a turn on for you?” She looked at me strangely. “Yes, but why?”
“Um…a guy asked me to ask you,” I said.
She stared at me. “Okay, why did the guy want to know?”
“Never mind,” I muttered, scooping some of the potion in a flask. I carried the flask to Slughorn. Summer was right behind me. “Who was it?”
“Later,” I said through gritted teeth.
“Okay, okay, keep your knickers on,” she laughed. I handed the flask to Slughorn.
He looked at Summer. “Do you have a flask, Ms. Diggory?”
“Nope, mine turned out this icky brown-purple color. I decided not to hand it in. I’d just get a zero,” she shrugged.
“Then….is there a particular reason why you’re tagging after Ms. Evans?” he said.
Summer looked embarrassed. “Nah. But I was talking to her, and…you know. Got caught up in the chatter,” she giggled, looping her arm through mine. “C’mon Lily! Class is over!” And with that, she pulled me out of class.
“Who is it?” she asked me.
“It doesn’t matter! I said already!”
“Is it Sirius?” she said, suddenly looking interested.
“Aw…humph. James?”
“Phew. Some other random guy?”
“Why did you skip Remus and Peter?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at her.
“Well, Remus is my best friend, and Peter-nah, it’s not him. He’s like family, as is Remus.”
She grinned at me. “Come on, who is it?”
“None of your business.” I was starting to wish I hadn’t mentioned her “Secret Admirer” to her.
“Is it my brother?”
“EW! NO!” I shrieked.
“Your dad?”
“Stop randomly guessing.”
“So it IS your dad!”
“Sorry,” she said. “Is it?”
“Stop shouting, Evans, they hear you in China.”
“Shut your sodding face, Black. No one asked you.”
Summer turned. “Hi, Sirius,” she said nervously.
“Hey,” he said. “Seen Snivellus anywhere?”
“NO!” I said angrily. “Don’t you dare hurt him!”
“First step to get James to marry Evans: Evans acknowledging Snivellus’ name is Snivellus.”
Summer laughed, and I glared at her. I suddenly realized my mistake. “I meant SEVERUS,” I said stiffly.
“Sure you did,” said Sirius grinning.
“I DID!”
“Right. Whatever you say, boss,” he said mockingly. “By the way….James stole your hairbrush again.”

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