The next day, I groaned as I trudged off to class. DADA. Of course. With my luck, it had to be DADA.
“Sit,” barked Professor Bigglebog as soon as I walked in.
“Well, I wish you a wonderfully merry day too,” I muttered, annoyed. I sat.
Potter winked at me from across the room, and I groaned.
Seriously? I thought irritably.
Suddenly the lights flickered. I didn’t worry: I figured it was a prank by our favourite marauders.
But as luck would have it, they were just as surprised as me.
“Bane, stop it,” came a soft voice. “You don’t have to do this. It’s okay.”
We all stared at Bane, and then at where the voice came from.
A girl of about 27 was standing there, and her face did NOT match her voice. Her face was harsh and attentive and right then, the harshness and attentiveness seemed to be directed at our very favorite professor.
“Esperanza,” croaked Professor Bigglebog.
“You never met me. You never wanted to hold me,” informed Esperanza, sounding angry now.
“But...I thought he killed you too,” said the professor.
“Oh, please. I was just a baby. Why would he kill me? I don’t know. You never bothered to check if I was alive, Bane. And now you’re being a downright jerk.”
Esperanza continued to glower at Professor Bigglebog. Then she walked up and kicked him.
“Our parents wouldn’t want to be avenged this way, you idiot!” she yelled. “You’re so caught up in your own affairs, you don’t understand, WE HAVE TO MOVE ON!”
The class had been watching with fascination and quiet, but a voice piped up, “Who are you?”
Black needs to learn to shut his mouth, I thought.
Esperanza smiled kindly at him. “I am Bane’s little sister.”
“He never mentioned a sister,” said Black, confused.
Meanwhile, I was busy banging my head on the desk. Black needs to learn to shut his mouth.
“Well, of course he didn’t. ‘Lil hypocrite cared peanuts about me,” said Esperanza.
“Oh. So, which house were you in?”
“I went to a different school. I’m...American. I went to a school called…” She hesitated. “Elpízo̱.”
“What kind of name is that?” laughed Black.
“The kind of name that makes you feel hopeful. Elpízo̱ is, uh, hope in Greek. We were put into Divisions: Keza, Luke, Annie, and Alex. You see...the girls were put into either Annie or Keza, depending on who their hero was growing up.” She sounded wistful.
“I think that sounds stupid.”
“It’s not.” She sounded indignant.
“Well, it sounds like it is,” argued Black.
Shut up. Shut up. SHUTUPSIRIUSBLACK.
Esperanza sighed in defeat and then turned to Professor Bigglebog.
“Bane...you cannot let anger overrule you. The thirst for revenge is perhaps the cruelest thirst of all. And that’s including the thirst for Kool-Aid.”
The class laughed but Esperanza seemed serious.
“How old are you?” asked Sirius, finally breaking the tense silence.
“27,” said Esperanza.
And then she turned and she walked away.
There was silence in the room for a moment. Then chaos ensued.
“Did you hear her?”
“She’s so funny-and hot.”
“Ew, Sirius, she’s like 50 years older than you.”
“Do I look like someone who actually CARES, Maddie?”
“You can’t date a 27 year old.”
“Wasn’t planning on it.”
The class quickly sat up (and shut up, thank Merlin).
“I can’t do this anymore,” croaked the professor.
And he followed his sister.
We sat in shocked silence.
“I didn’t expect that,” I muttered.
“No one did,” snapped Maddie.
“Oh, shut up Maddie,” said Sirius. “Jamesie-poo would never forgive us if I let anyone insult his beautifullll Evanssss.”
“Do I have to tell you to shut your face again?” Maddie snapped.
“JUST STOP TALKING!” I yelled.
The class fell silent.
“We need to get someone to be the teacher...for...now.” My voice was surprisingly calm.
“Duh, you, Evans!” yelled Potter.
“What?” I said uncertainly.
Everyone seemed to be in agreement...for once. I think I heard Sirius yell, “EVANS THE TEACHER FOREVER!”
I started to smile. “Okay. I will be your teacher.”
But just then, Savannah burst into the room. “Remus! Peter! Sirius! James! LILY! “Summer...Summer is…-she’s in the hospital wing! A werewolf attacked her…” She started to cry. “Come...you have to see.” She led us away.
The hospital wing seemed even gloomier than usual.
Summer lay on a bed, her eyes screwed shut, looking perfectly normal, except for the gash, but that gash, oh that gash…
Sirius stared down at Summer, his face concealed.
“Remus, will she be okay?” he whispered.
“Shush,” snapped Remus. He was wide-eyed and breathing fast. “Will he...will she be okay?” he asked Sirius.
“I JUST asked you,” muttered Sirius.
He looked at Summer.
“I’m going,” he said. He picked up his coat.
“I’m guessing this isn’t the time to tell you all about my new girlfriend,” said James wryly.
“You finally got around Evans? Good job, mate!” said Peter happily.
“Uh...no...you know Maddie Wicker?”
“Of course I know her,” said Sirius irritably. “Get to the point, old chap.”
“Don’t call me that. Anyway, Maddie...she...that’s my new girlfriend,” admitted James sheepishly.
“WhaT?” said Evans.
“You’re jealous, aren’t you?” said Sirius, winking.
“Black, I will scoop up your insides and feed them to the cat.”
Gulping, Sirius shut up.
“You don’t have a cat, do you,” said Peter knowingly.
“You discovered my secret,” grinned Evans.
“I’m sorry, Remus, but I have to go,” I told him.
“It’s okay,” he muttered, staring at Summer.
“Bye,” I said, and hurried off, shivering.
“Selena, are you okay?” I said worriedly.
“Lily, I had a...a dream,” she said nervously.
“What happened?” I asked quietly.
“Well first…I dreamed that this cute guy with blond hair and blue eyes called Luke was marrying me,” she giggled. “He kept calling me Emma.”
“Yes, and?” I said impatiently.
“What?” I said, feeling worse by the second. “With POTTER?”
“You seem to have ignored the fact that you, uh, died,” mumbled Selena.
“Wait, WHAT? Who killed me? And how did you have a dream about us? And why does it matter if it was just a dream?!”
“It was a vision,” said Selena quietly. “I think it was a vision.”
“It can’t be,” I muttered. “I wouldn’t marry him. And I wouldn’t die.”
“I DON’T WANT YOU TO DIE!” wailed Selena suddenly.
“I won’t,” I muttered. “I won’t Selena, I won’t.”
“But my visions are always right!” she sobbed.
“Always?” I said. “You’ve had them-before?”
“Yes,” she said. “Once I-I dreamed-” She hiccuped-”That I would get in Gryffindor and it wasn’t lying...once I dreamed...I dreamed many things,” she whispered. “I dreamed there would be a war in the future...I dreamed...I dreamed…” she sighed.
“A war?” I said getting a bad feeling. “You mean with Volde-”
“What?” I said in alarm.
“Don’t say the name!”
I breathed out shakily. “Why not?”
“He might find us,” she whispered.
“Selena, you’re being paranoid. Voldemort won’t-”
“Shush! Lily, I have to go.” She was near tears.
“Okay,” I said sadly. “Goodbye, Sel.”
“Go AWAY, Black.”
“But I need advice, Evans.”
That made me look us. “Advice? What advice?”
“Girl advice,” he said sheepishly.
I snorted. “Oh, who are you and Potter dating now?”
“He’s dating Maddie, and I’m not dating anyone.”
“Miracles of miracles,” I said sarcastically.
“Please help?” said Black.
“Okay, is it Marlene or Summer?” I sighed.
He stared at me. “How did you know??”
“Both,” he admitted.
“Okay,” I said. I patted the seat next to me. “Sit.”
“O-kay…” he said doubtfully. He sat. “How do I get them to like me?”
“Well, for starters, Summer already likes you,” I said. “And I’m pretty sure Marlene does too. Is that all you want to know? Go away.”
“Really?” Sirius said. “They both-I’m not going to ask again,” he said hastily, noticing my expression.
“You’ve said that around 50 times so far,” I grumbled. “And each time, you asked again. NOW can you go away?”
At that moment, Remus walked in.
“Remus! Thank Godric!” I ran up to him. “Black has been bugging me all day!”
Remus grinned at me, then glanced at Black. “Sirius, we’re doing that prank now.”
“Yay! Come on Remmy!” Black glanced back at me. “Wanna join? Jamesies would be very happy!”
“Black, please jump off a cliff,” I grumbled. But then I took a deep breath. “Why not?”
“Yay!” cheered Black.
“On one condition,” I said.
I glanced at Remus. “Is Summer better yet?”
“Only a little bit,” said Remus. “She has to stay in the wing.”
“Fine,” I said. “My condition is that we make the Bigglebogs come.”
“You mean, BANE?” said Sirius, gaping.
“And Esperanza,” I reminded him.
“But Bane’s about 40 years old!”
“Black, he’s around 30 years old.”
“Still!” protested Black.
“He’s coming if I’m coming.”
“Why would you want HIM there, though?” asked Black, looking annoyed.
“To have a truce,” I admitted. “We can’t have him hating on us Gryffindors forever.”
“I guess not,” said Black.
“Where would Esperanza be, though?” asked Remus.
“Professor Bigglebog’s office,” I said cheerfully.
“How do you know?” demanded Black.
“I don’t. Let’s go.”
I took off with Remus and Black behind me, and when we arrived at Bigglebogs office, I didn’t knock right away. I tipped my head towards the door.
“Esperanza, no,” I heard Bigglebog say.
“Why not-oh, hey, kids!”
Note to self for the future: Esperanza had super-human hearing.
“Hey,” said Black, winking at Esperanza while I rolled my eyes.
“What do you want?” said Bigglebog, glaring.
“We want you two to participate in our prank.” Remus’ voice was surprisingly calm.
“Cool! I’m in!” said Esperanza.
“Esperanza, you can’t-”
“Yes, I can,” said Esperanza. “And so can you, and you will.”
“No I won’t!” protested Bane.
“You will.” She suddenly shouted a spell, and Bane hung from his ankles.
“What the heck, Esperanza?”
“We’ll be in the Quidditch field,” said Black cheerfully.
“I can’t believe I accepted,” I grumbled. “This prank is ridiculous.”
“Giving Slytherins makeovers is not ridiculous,” said Potter.
“I think you’ll find it is, Mr. Smartness of the Uni-”
“You guys can act all lovey-dovey later,” interrupted Black. “Right now…Professor Bigglebog, tell us the password to the common room.”
“I’m not a Slytherin, I don’t KNOW the password,” grumbled Bigglebog.
“Bane, stop lying,” said Esperanza, looking rather angry.
“How would I know?”
“Oh, I don’t know, because your favorite student told you it?”
“Fine, then. The password is ‘Mudblood’,” muttered Professor Bigglebog.
“Let the pranking begin!” stated Peter happily.
“Can you hold the eyeliner?” asked Potter.
“Are you kidding? No!”
“I’ll hold the lipstick!” volunteered Black. Potter tossed Black’s object of choice to him.
“Remus, take the eyeliner,” said Potter, tossing it to him.
“Peter, take the eyeshadow. I’ll have the mascara. Sirius, mate, you look ridiculous wearing lipstick.”
“Can I have high heels?” asked Black eagerly.
“NO, you can’t,” I said.
“Esperanza, do you happen to have an extra pair of high-”
“Sirius, shut your face.”
“I’m borrred,” moaned Professor Bigglebog.
“We don’t care,” snapped Esperanza.
“Plus, you’re a professor. Boredom doesn’t matter,” pointed out Remus.
“Come on. Before they wake up,” whispered Black.
“Okay.” I tiptoed over, face lotion bottle in hand, and I squirted some onto Lucy Malfoy’s face.
“I’ll give Snape lipst-” started Black.
“Don’t you DARE, you creep!” I whisper-yelled.
Black looked alarmed. “Okay, okay, be quiet!”
“Only if you leave Sev alone,” I growled.
“Okay, I will!” He sounded panicked now.
“Good,” I said in satisfaction.
“James, you didn’t tell your girlfriend about the prank, did you?” Black said.
“Yeah, I did, why?”
“James, you git!” complained Black.
“Why couldn’t I tell her?”
“She’s friends with most of them!”
“Oh, no,” mumbled Potter. “She didn’t tell me…”
“Of course she didn’t.”
“I would appreciate it if you shut up, Sirius.”
“I DON’T FEEL LIKE IT.”
“Guys, I’m going to bed,” I said.
“What? Why?” asked Potter.
“I’m sick of this, not to mention I’m tired. Good night.”
“I’m bored. Can we go visit Summer?” asked Sirius.
Something flitted across Remus’ face, but it disappeared just as fast. “Sure.”
They set off, James in the lead, and then Remus, following closely behind. When the four Marauders, Bane and Esperanza reached the hospital wing, Remus and Sirius flung open the door at the same time
Then that awkward moment when they stared at each other in surprise, and then looked away.
"Stop exchanging looks, will you?" said James, irritated.
"Where's Summer?" whispered Remus.
"She's there," muttered Peter.
Sitting on a narrow cot was Summer. She was pale and her arms were still looking horrible, but she was sitting. She wasn't asleep anymore.
"Are you okay, Summer?" asked Sirius.
Her face lit up. "Yes, yes I am."
"Okay then," muttered Remus.
"What happened?" Summer asked.
“You...got scratched,” said Remus carefully. “Do you feel okay?”
Summer looked puzzled. “I feel fine...a little weird, but fine. What are you all worried about? How are you?”
“Summer, you were knocked out! You’re actually okay?” squeaked Peter.
Summer giggled. “Yes, I am, silly boy Pete!”
Peter beamed. “Yay! So, who wants marshmallows?” He produced a packet of pink and white marshmallows.
“I take dibs on all the pink!” shouted Sirius.
“What the-fine,” gave in Peter. But the next second, he tipped the whole packet down his mouth.
“YOU DIDN’T SHARE!” yelled Sirius.
Peter’s hand flew to his mouth. “I’m so sorry! I forgot!”
“How the hell did you-you know what, never mind. I don’t want to know.”
Peter quickly took the marshmallows from his mouth. “Do you want them?” he asked.
“EW!” yelled Sirius. “GET THESE AWAY FROM ME!”
“Are you sure you’re not a girl?” said Remus in wonder.
“I’m a boy,” muttered Sirius. “Why would you think I was a girl?”
“Gee, I don’t know,” said Remus sarcastically. “Maybe because you ARE ONE.”
“And don’t forget that his dearest wish is to have boobs,” muttered James.
“Hey!” complained Sirius.
“Hi,” grinned Peter.
“That’s not what I meant,” grumbled Sirius.
“I know,” said Peter happily, bringing out another packet of marshmallows. He picked a fluffy white one and began chewing on it with deliberate slowness.
“Pete, do you have any gum?” asked James.
“How come you offered HIM a marshmallow and not me?” yelled Sirius, outraged.
“You can have one too, chillax, chillax, man, chillax, chilla-”
“Peter, I will chop off your head with a axe, and then I’ll be VERY chill,” cut off Remus.
“Y-yes,” stuttered Peter.
Bigglebog, who had been quiet until then, interrupted: “Threatening another student with weapons is against the rules of Hog-”
“Do shut up, Bane,” said Esperanza.
Sirius grinned. “I like you, Peranza!”
“What the frick,” said Esperanza in disbelief.
“I am currently debating the best way to kill you,” muttered Remus.
“Hurtful,” sang Sirius. "IT'S SO HURTFUL I'M GONNA DIE OKAY-"
“Sirius, I find it hurtful that you’re still alive.”