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23 June 2005 @ 10:35 pm
chapter nine -- angry  
Another day, another chapter. It's summer now for me, so there ought to be more frequent updates. I really want to get working on the new chapter. As in, new, neverbeforeread chapter. Hee. This chapter isn't edited very much, there was no need for it to be, but anyway, here you go.

Chapter Nine - Angry
I'm not angry it's never been enough
It gets inside and it tears you up
I'm not angry but I've never been above it
You see through me, don't you?
Angry - Matchbox 20

“You successfully broke up three friendships simply by going out with someone?”

It wasn’t unusual to find people seated beneath the large beech near the lakeside during the summertime. The tree was large and nice enough to cast a fair amount of shade for those who wanted it, and still leave the option of sunlight for anyone who felt like tanning. It was positioned next to the lake in order to offer quite a scenic view, but not near enough to be within range of any splashing done by any bored first years messing around with spells or something of the like. No, the tree was pretty ideal.

Ever since first year, the tree was very oft occupied by the four Gryffindor males of Hogwarts’ class of ’77. Reflecting on it, none of them could be quite sure how that had come about. It was quite a nice tree, really, an ideal location, and it was likely that other older students would have enjoyed having the tree claimed for their use. Somehow, though, it had been come widely excepted as their tree, and had been such for quite near seven years now.

At the moment, all four of them were seated in the shade. Peter was sitting, hands in his lap and up straight. Remus was leaning back against the trunk of the tree, gazing at the other three. Sirius was sitting back, leaning on his hands, and James had his hands folded behind his head as he lay staring up at the sky.

It was early evening; the four had just returned from dinner. Anna had eaten with them again, still speaking to neither Lily nor Melanie, who in turn were not speaking to her or each other. When Anna had gone off to do homework or some such thing, the boys had headed outside, and James had given them a brief synopsis of what Anna told him had transpired. Now, with his explanation finished, Sirius offered his much quicker summary.

“Apparently,” James said, still staring upward.

Sirius snickered and shook his head. “Good job, Prongs.”

James’ heavenward gaze broke and he sent the other boy a small glare. “It’s not funny, Sirius.”

Sirius snickered and shook his head, not meeting James’ glare. “It is if you ask me. I mean, you chase her best friend around for a couple’a years, grow tired of that, ask her out, she says yes, and suddenly none of the friends are speaking to each other?”

“How is that funny?”

Sirius’ response came with a shrug. “Some form of irony, I’m betting. Ask Moony, he’s the smart one.”

From his seat at the base of the tree, Remus shook his head. “Not quite sure I see the humor, Padfoot.” His gaze was turned on Sirius, who shrugged, before going to rest on James. “None of them are speaking to each other?”


Peter’s head tilted to the side and he, too, gazed down at James, arching an eyebrow. “I don’t get it. Why aren’t they talking to each other? Why do they care if Anna’s dating you? Shouldn’t their friendship be more relevant?”

James shrugged. “I would think so, but evidently that’s not how females function. I haven’t the foggiest why Evans is so mad—“

“Because she’s a stupid fatslag!” Sirius chirped cheerfully.

“—and I think Mastronardi’s mad because they’re both mad.” James shook his head and lifted it from the grass to glance up at the other three for a second. “Girls are bloody insane.”

There was a general murmur of consent from the other three.

“They always have been, James,” said Remus, stretching.

“It’s something in the extra x,” Peter added.


Anna spent most of the night with James. After he and his friends returned from outside and she ran into him, she sort of latched on to his side. After half an hour or so of the five of them attempting conversation in the common room, Remus, Sirius and Peter exited rather hastily and left James and Anna alone.

Melanie spent as much of the evening as she could with friends in other houses; they were Ravenclaws, mostly. She finally told them, after much prodding, why it was she was refusing to speak to Anna and Lily; Melanie got the impression that everyone in the school would know by the next morning, and yet she didn’t feel like caring. Perhaps Anna and Lily would be jerked to their senses if the entire school was whispering about how stupid they were.

Lily, however, was in the library. That was her usual retreat when she didn’t want to be caught dead in the Gryffindor tower. She’d hidden there a few times before, and found the room to be quite nice. It was quiet, something she’d always adored. The room was cozy, in her opinion. In the evening, it was filled with an orange glow from the westward windows. Surrounded by books and silence, two things she loved quite dearly, Lily felt at least slightly able to escape from everything.

Usually. Tonight was not one of those instances.

She was sitting at a relatively isolated table in the corner of the room, books and parchments piled up around her. She’d finished her homework for the night, the homework due in a few days, and even done the rough draft of something that wouldn’t be due until a week from the day. With no homework left to occupy her, she found herself sitting there, chin in her hand, gazing vacantly at nothing in particular and lost in thought.

It was the first time in at least a few years that she and her friends weren’t on speaking terms; they’d had little bickers before, but nothing of this magnitude had really happened in a long time. It was one of those situations – one of the few, she figured – where she really didn’t know quite what to do. A simple ‘sorry’ probably wouldn’t cut it, and it besides that it was a situation where she wasn’t sure who was at fault. Her? Anna? Both of them equally?

Probably the latter, but that didn’t make matters any easier.

She sighed and gave her head a shake. Things like these worked themselves out eventually, they always did. It was like in kindergarten when you accidentally broke your friend’s crayon and she stormed off in a huff. Most often neither of you ever said ‘sorry’, but the next day it was forgotten and all was well again.


Now that she thought about it, actually, Lily recalled he most prominent friend-fight – in grade three, probably two weeks from the end of the year, she’d been playing tag with her best friend at the time, Zahara, and ended up pulling her hair accidentally. Of course, in grade three, this was grounds for a fight, and so Zahara had swept off and Lily had assumed they’d forgive and forget the next day. A week rolled by, and then another, and summer started – Lily never apologized and so Zaraha never forgave her.

Lily’s family had moved that summer; Lily switched schools, and they never saw each other again.

She blinked.


It was awkward that morning in the girls’ dormitories. Since none of the three Gryffindor girls were speaking to each other, it was dead silent, a silence that was very awkward indeed. They all avoided each other’s gazes and broke eye contact if it was ever established. None of the three seemed very eager to make a first move toward apologizing, and so the silence stayed. They showered, dressed and exited the room with a notable haste, which launched the other years into discussing what on earth was wrong with seventeen year olds.

The Gryffindor table, at breakfast, was equally awkward. The younger years continued on as normal, of course, but the very end of the table, where the seventh years sat, was shrouded in a rather awkward silence. Although Anna sat amidst the guys, Melanie and Lily were forced to sit reasonably close to each other, and the awkward tension between the three girls refused to be defused even by Sirius’ offhanded jokes. Halfway through the breakfast period the guys basically gave up attempting to lighten the situation and lapsed into basic silence.

The only blessed relief from the tension was the fact that the girls did not have the same classes to start off the day. Although she did not come from a long or well-known line, both of Melanie’s parents were magical, and so the first class of her day was Muggle Studies, something Lily had coaxed her into taking the instant electives were possible. Lily said that, since she was so dismal at anything vaguely relating to Muggle culture, she really ought to take the class. It had helped.

Anna, however, had ended up in Arithmancy – like Lily, she’d attended a Muggle elementary school, but unlike Lily, she adored numbers for some reason. It was a natural thing, they figured; for some people it clicked, and for some people – like Lily – it just didn’t.

With her hatred of mathematics in mind, Lily had stayed with Divination. She found the course to be rather a waste of time, but the lesser of three evils. Muggle Studies she knew would be useless – she knew everything about Muggles that there was to study, since she’d grown up as one, and Arithmancy … well, Lily disliked a course that might make her look stupid, and if anything had that potential it was numbers. Since it was not an option to not take the maximum number of courses possible, she’d signed up for the last choice, Divination. It was better than the alternatives.

Or at least that had been her thinking at the time when she’d selected her courses. Heading up the stairs toward the Divination classroom, however, she felt it had been a dismal decision. The class was rather small, because by seventh year most people had realized that inventing things out of thin air only worked for so long. Some of the students in the class Lily honestly thought believed what the teacher told them. They made up most of the class, with the exception of the remaining six or so students.

Unfortunately, five of those six were she and the four Gryffindor boys.

She didn’t really know why they’d decided to stay with Divination throughout their schooling. It certainly didn’t seem to ‘come naturally’ to any of them, although they pretended it did with over elaborate predictions of everything from death to the latest in student pairings. Lily was quite sure that James had tried to ask her out in the class using the excuse that he’d ‘Seen’ it more than once.

It was a class she was dreading, at the moment, because of who she had it with. They were incapable of taking serious things seriously – something as easy to mock as Divination was insane. With a feeling of dread, she entered the classroom and sat at one of the little tables next to a boy from Hufflepuff, Robert Perks. Much to Lily’s displeasure, James, Sirius, Remus and Peter came in laughing a second later and all crowded around one table.

The Divination teacher had to be one of the queerest people Lily had ever met. Professor Martinkovitch reminded Lily strongly of those old widows with seventy cats – she had a deep sort of voice, dark eyes, and a strange love for ranting on about things Lily were sure didn’t exist in any world, magical or not. She also seemed to have an unusual penchant for cats, which was the reason, Lily was sure, that she and Filch got along so well. When she swept into the classroom that day, Lily got a strange feeling of dread and wondered if gut feelings counted as Seeing.

“Today, my dears, I have a most exciting lesson for you, because it is a skill you can do anywhere, without the aids of crystal balls or tea leaves…”

“Imagine that,” Lily heard Sirius mutter to the other three, who stifled chuckles.

Professor Martinkovitch glanced in their direction and arched an eyebrow before continuing. “Today, my dears, I will teach you the art of palm reading!”

There were definite chuckles from James’ table, but Professor Martinkovitch seemed not to hear them. “If you open The Future: Know It Like The Palm Of Your Hand by Torie Odle to pages six and seven, you will see a diagram of the major lines on the palm and indications…”

With a groan Lily heaved the book out of her bag and opened it. Nothing on my hand is going to tell you about my future, sorry to disappoint.


Twenty minutes into the lesson, Professor Martinkovitch had spent the entire time talking about the various lines of the palm and the various signs that can be read from them. It was all very well, but hardly anyone had paid her any attention – at least not at the table of Sirius, Remus, Peter and James. They’d taken Divination for the past four years for one reason only – it was so fun. It was the one class in which even Remus did not care particularly what his grades were, and thusly the four of them had complete leeway.

“I suggest you start with those at your table… remember to refer to the diagrams on pages 68 and 69 if you aren’t certain of the signs!” called Professor Martinkovitch, which instantly enlisted chuckles from the table of the four males.

Sirius’ hand shot out instantly to grab James’ and jerk it forward, holding it up to his face for obvious close inspection. “Why, James, this lifeline of yours is dismal!” he informed with a cluck of his tongue and a shake of his head. James did not look overly concerned by the dismal quality of his lifeline and snickered.

“How so, oh amazing knowledgeable Padfoot?”

Sirius jerked James’ hand even more forward to hold it to the light and squint at it curiously. Peter was already chuckling madly and Remus was resting his head on his chin and snickering. With a series of over exaggerated facial expressions of horror, Sirius twisted James’ hand into a particularly awkward position.

“Well, this six-pointed star around your … er… Life Line, obviously indicates that you will make an ass of yourself in the near future,” Sirius informed matter-of-factly.

“Oh really,” said James dryly, although he was grinning as he tried in vain to wrench his hand out of Sirius’ grip.

“Not much fortune telling there, Sirius,” Remus remarked, “that would merely be history repeating itself.”

Sirius grinned and Peter laughed, although the humor was apparently not quite as appreciated by James, who sent Remus a friendly glare and swiped a hand at him. Remus intercepted the swipe, grabbed the offending hand by the wrist and held it in a manner very similar to the way Sirius was. Being pulled forward by both arms, James ended up with his torso sort of awkwardly sprawled across the table, arms held out at awkward positions on either side. Looking somewhere between amused and annoyed, James tried once again to wring his hands free and succeeded only in having both Remus and Sirius tighten their grip.

“Ahh, Padfoot, you see this mark over here?” He gestured vaguely with his head, “That, I believe, is a sure sign of unrequited love-”

“For a male,” interjected Sirius.

“… Yes.”

Remus, Sirius and Peter snickered wildly and James rolled his eyes. Despite his efforts at tugging his hands away, the other two proved to have the upper hand and Peter slid over to peer over Sirius’ shoulder at James’ palm.

“I think the abrupt end of the Life Line means that he’ll obviously die a seventy-eight year old—“ Peter began.

“Virgin,” added Sirius.

“…Cross-dresser,” finished Remus.

The three of them sniggered and Sirius glanced over his shoulder at James, grinning lopsidedly. “What a bright future you have!”

James smirked. Lily glanced over at the four of them, two holding their friend’s arms out at odd angles and one sprawled across the table, arched an eyebrow and shook her head. James caught her gaze for a moment and stared back at her, arching an eyebrow.

Have I ever seen that girl have fun?

He had not much more time to ponder this, because that was around the exact moment Professor Martinkovitch decided to exercise some control over the four males. Her disciplining always was lacking, mind you, and she merely stood there for a second, blinking at them, before Sirius and Remus reluctantly let go of James’ wrists and he pulled back into his seat, rubbing them and glaring at the other three.

“Any luck, boys?” she asked.

“Oh, yes,” Sirius said eagerly with his trademark grin, “The secrets of James’ future were literally stumbling over each other in the mad rush to reveal themselves!”

Professor Martinkovitch blinked and decided not to fathom that.

“Might I have a look at one of your palms?”

The four of them groaned inwardly because anything being analyzed by Professor Martinkovitch was overanalyzed time and time again. The woman could not let anything go, and whatever she claimed to See, she believed in firmly. It didn’t seem to matter that most of what she predicted never seemed to happen – ever – or that no one really listened to what she said, anyway. She always delivered her readings with great gusto and usually the class was glad to be able to stop what they were doing and listen to her make up stupid stuff.

Professor Martinkovitch seemed not to notice, mind you, and she reached down to take Remus’ hand and held it up to her face for careful inspection. Both James and Sirius covered their mouths behind their hands, obviously to stifle the inevitable snickers and smiles.

“You have a rather long Life Line, my dear,” she remarked rather absently. “A good sign.”

“Moony’s gonna be a geezer,” James remarked quietly to Sirius, who snickered. Remus ignored them and blinked up at her as she ran her hand over his palm several times before finally seeming to spot something worthwhile.

“Your Life Line has a very noticeable chain-like pattern,” she observed after a moment, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Remus merely stared blankly at her. Lifting her gaze from his palm she noticed all the blank stares and added, “which is a typical sign of varied physical and emotional problems.” Remus arched an eyebrow and Professor Martinkovitch suddenly glanced up as though she’d made a revelation. “Do you have allergies?”

Apart from silver? he wondered dryly before staring back at her. “No.”

Professor Martinkovitch fell silent in the way she often did when one of her predictions was shot down, acting rather as if it had not happened or that she had not spoken at all. It did not particularly work on the class, but she ignored that fact and continued on anyway.

“Your Health Line is very broken,” she said matter-of-factly. “That tends to mean that poor health will lead to problems in business situations.” She examined his palm for a moment longer before pointing to somewhere near his thumb.

“Ahh…” she began, “Toward the very start of your Life Line – early childhood, I’m sure – there is a break in the chain!” When this failed to be an amazing revelation, she rolled her eyes just slightly at her class’ incompetence and continued. “A break in the chain signifies the occurrence of an event such as an accident, or in some cases a sudden illness. A break like this usually means that, as a result of said accident or illness, there has been a dramatic lifestyle change.”

In the next moment there was silence. Most of the class was sitting there, looking fairly nonplussed. Sirius, James and Peter’s not so hidden grins faded slightly and Lily noticed that all three of them turned their gaze to Remus, who was still staring at Professor Martinkovitch with largely the same expression, if not slightly darker. Professor Martinkovitch, seemingly oblivious to the subtle hostility, simply stared back at him.

With a little tug, Remus pulled his hand out of the Professor’s grip.

“…thank you, Professor,” he said coolly.

Professor Martinkovitch blinked at him for a moment before moving on to her next victim, grabbing Peter’s palm and holding it up for inspection. Looking slightly disturbed, because for the past few years Martinkovitch had always predicted particularly nasty futures for Peter, the boy glanced over his shoulder. When his three friends merely shrugged, he glanced back at the teacher.

“A long Life Line here, too, dear, although you do not have the chained pattern. It’s shallow, though – do you have a tendency to let yourself be manipulated into things? These lines extending upward, those mean a natural ability to recover from situations.”

Peter, along with the rest of the class, actually seemed to be somewhat interested. This was probably because at least this lesson did not seem to involve great amounts of doom foretelling.

“Your Head Line is more interesting, though… right here, right around the transition from the childhood section to the adult section, there’s a break in the line. Breaks in the Head Line,” she elaborated, “represent drastic changes in your way of thinking. Right before the break in the line there’s a very noticeable line crossing over the Head Line, indicating a major decision.”

Peter glanced back at the other three and they all shrugged. Professor Martinkovitch, they figured, was having quite a fun time making stuff up. She inspected Peter’s hand for a second longer and looked a bit troubled but said nothing. She dropped it eventually and instantly moved on to Sirius, who did not bother to stifle his groan.

After a moment of studying it, she spoke. “Your Life Line is not quite as long as either of theirs, I’m afraid. It is very swooping … I believe that indicates strength, enthusiasm… and quite an active love life… The Heart Line here seems to be quite wavy, often an indicator of many relationships but very little meaning behind these.”

There was a loud bark of laughter from James, who clasped a hand over his mouth to shut himself up a second later, glancing over at Sirius. Sirius looked on the verge of laughter himself, though in a cockier, self-satisfied way. Remus and James exchanged glances and it was quite obvious the four of them were struggling not to make some blatant remark. It seemed rather like one of those jokes that’s just so obvious it doesn’t even need to be said for it to be funny.

The woman continued squinting, seemingly interested, before arching an eyebrow. “Your Heart Line also seems to have several tiny lines intercepting it at this one particular point – lines like that usually indicate emotional loss – the end of a relationship, perhaps, or even the death of someone close.”

“And I’ve got a lot of these?” Sirius asked, arching an eyebrow. It was fairly obvious that he was not putting much stock into what she was saying.

“Oh, yes, quite a few, all in one spot,” the teacher replied simply, as though quite a few emotional losses occurring at one time would be similar to stubbing your toe.

“…Well, sucks to be me,” Sirius mused aloud. James and Remus snickered, but for whatever reason, Peter did not seem to be overly amused.

Clearly unimpressed with Sirius’ lack of interest, Professor Martinkovitch let go of his hand and moved over to take James’. Upon lifting it into view, her eyebrows shot up almost instantly.

“Oh, dear, your Life Line isn’t very long at all, is it?”

Still snickering with the other two, James glanced up at her and blinked. “That bad?” he asked.

“….well, yes. It’s deep, which indicates a good quality of life, but it’s not particularly long, which tends to indicate-”

“I’m going to die young?” he grinned lopsidedly. “Damn.”

The other two chuckled.

“You do, however,” continued Professor Martinkovitch, ignoring him, “have a very dark line right here-“ she prodded part of his hand “-that is very deep. Lines like that usually indicate marriages. The line extending from it would seem to indicate one child.”

James arched an eyebrow, obviously feigning sharp interest. Sirius snickered, making a remark about the fact that James was going to reproduce at all.

“Your Heart Line is very long, though – long and curved. That means you’re quite likely to give all of yourself to love, despite the cost and consequence. A line like that would mean a pleasant, warm, romantic nature.”

James was pretty sure he heard a derisive snort from the table of Lily Evans, but he ignored it.

“The Heart Line hosts a star – usually indicative of happiness in marriage. The Angle of Luck, though,” Martinkovitch added, “is very small indeed, which tends to illustrate poor luck. Similarly, your Lucky Triangle is terribly small.”

“Maybe that’s why I break so many mirrors,” James remarked sarcastically.

Professor Martinkovitch regarded with an arched eyebrow and let go of his hand. Not done with the fortune-telling, however, she slid one table over and took the hand of Lily Evans. Lily did not look particularly pleased, but sighed and glanced up at the teacher anyway. Despite circumstances, Lily liked being respectful of teachers.

“You, my dear, have just as short a Life Line as Mister Potter – peculiar, really, because it is unusually short.”

Wonderful, thought Lily, I better stop leaving the house now, I’m going to die young just like Potter.

“Unlike Mister Potter, however, your Heart Line isn’t long at all – very short… very deep, though. That usually means that despite your disinterest in love and affection in general, your feelings are quite stable once they develop. Yours, too, has a star at the end. The way your Head Line is deep, long and straight means you’ve got a very logical, direct way of thinking. The line is very straight, and the straighter the line the more realistic the thinking. The way the Head Line and the Life Line join indicates that your mind tends to overrule your body.”

“Mmmhm,” was all Lily said.

“How interesting…” Professor Martinkovitch remarked, and Lily found herself doubting that it was particularly interesting, “…Your marriage line seems to be very similar to Mister Potter’s.”

Lily arched an eyebrow. Professor Martinkovitch was glancing between her and James thoughtfully now, and James was staring over at the two of them blandly with an eyebrow raised and an expression similar to Lily’s.

Lily was quite glad when Professor Martinkovitch dropped her hand and proceeded to go around the class reading everyone else’s palms, which apparently were the keys to the future. Hardly anyone seemed to take the advice particularly seriously, and Lily had thought everything she’d said to be asinine. Her marriage line was similar to Potter’s? What was that supposed to mean?

Lily doubted it was very worth thinking about, and so she shoved her books into her bag at the end of class and hurried out.


“I must hand it to Marty,” Sirius said to his three companions while they stalked down one of the many staircases, “She does keep coming up with new and creative bullshit each time.”

James snickered in agreement. “Mmhm. Personally I think you two were doing a better job of reading my palms.”

He seemed not to realize what this entailed, although the other three did, which prompted Sirius and Remus to start laughing. Sirius threw his head back and cackled for a minute while Remus arched an eyebrow and glanced over at him.

“Is that so, Prongs?” said Remus.

“I knew you were going to die a 78 year old cross-dressing virgin!” proclaimed Sirius, loud enough that a second year on a staircase below them looked up and stared for a second.

It was too late to amend his mistake, James realized, but he attempted anyway. “That is not what I meant, twats. Still, though, the only thing she seemed to come up with was that I have bad luck and I’m going to die young.”

“I bet she actually saw that you were going to die a 78 year old virgin dragfag but decided not to voice it aloud because she didn’t want to mortify you,” said Sirius. He said it as if it were the most logical thing in the world.

“I bet she actually saw that you are going to die soon when I kill you,” James noted, lifting a hand to hit Sirius upside the head.

Flinching, Sirius raised a hand to rub his head and glared at the offender. “Ow. Prick,” said Sirius, reaching over to hit James upside the head.

“Jerk,” replied James, returning the thwack.

“Asshole.” Sirius hit James over the head.

“Moron.” James returned the favor.

“Buttpirate.” Sirius whacked James on the head.

“Arsebandit.” Whack.

“Ignoramus.” Whack.

“Prat.” Whack.

“Idiot.” Whack.

Whack, whack, whack.

Remus grabbed both of their wrists and moved between them, arching an eyebrow. “That’s enough, children,” he said, sounding rather amused. He dropped their wrists and the both of them snickered, staring at Remus.

“Sirius,” said James, “He did that thing again.”

“Ah! So he did.” Sirius shook his head sadly and clucked his tongue. The pair of them put on a sad look and stared at the ground for a moment.

Remus arched an eyebrow. “What thing?”

Both of them failed to answer and continued on dramatically.

“I’d hoped it was just a phase!” cried James.

“I hoped he’d grow out of it!” cried Sirius.

“What thing?” demanded Remus.

The pair continued to ignore him and act like melodramatic fools.

“Cruel and unusual punishment!” bemoaned Sirius.

Why hast thou forsaken us so?” James asked, gaze turned upward toward the ceiling.

They reached the bottom of the staircase and both James and Sirius rounded into the hallway at a rather brisk pace, continuing to make dramatic exclamations that Remus could not seem to decipher. Remus rolled his eyes, not bothering to keep up with their pace, and glanced over at Peter.

“What’re those two on about, anyway?” he asked.

“You did that thing where you sound like McGongall,” Peter replied with a bit of a shrug. “They think it’s hilarious.”

As if on cue, James and Sirius turned around, one of them making some remark in which the only phrase decipherable was ‘Professor Lupin’ before they turned and darted down the hall. Remus stared at them blankly before shaking his head. Peter chuckled.


“Yeah…” said Peter absently, shifting the bag on his shoulder.

Remus glanced at him. The boy seemed awkward, and he couldn’t quite place why. Gazing with his eyes narrowed in a slightly scrutinizing fashion, Remus’ head tilted to the side. Of the three of his friends, for whatever reason, Peter was the one Remus felt he knew the least about. He wasn’t sure why – he didn’t really think Peter was hiding anything, and as someone who hid something from almost everyone Remus was pretty confident in that judgment. It just seemed that, for some reason, Peter was the hard one to read. While Remus was pretty positive he could read Sirius and James like open books, Peter was a little more opaque.

When the few seconds of scrutinizing gaze failed to do anything, Remus asked, “what is it, Pete?”

Perhaps startled by the question, Peter glanced over at him. “Nothing…” he said slowly, one hand rising up to scratch the back of his head, “just…” He trailed off for a second as he often did, the short time elapsing used, no doubt, to formulate exactly what it was he wanted to say. “You don’t think anything Professor Martinkovitch said was accurate, do you?”

Remus blinked, genuinely surprised. “No” was the prompt reply. “Why?”

Peter shrugged. “Well, I don’t know, it’s just that… none of her predictions seemed too outrageous this time, you know?”

Remus arched an eyebrow, although not incredulously, and glanced forward. Sirius and James were still visible far down the hall, but Peter and Remus had adopted a much slower pace and lagged behind and no doubt out of earshot. “Lies don’t have to be outrageous to be lies, Wormtail,” he said after a second.

“I know, Moony,” said Peter, “but… well, I mean, what she said about you had to have been pretty true, didn’t it?”

Remus turned his gaze from Peter down the hall, staring at nothing in particular.

“Any one of you three or anyone on the teaching staff could have read my palm and come up with that, Peter.”


Whatever deity existed must have disliked her greatly, or at least Lily was of that opinion by the time Astronomy class was almost over that night. The only thing that made it particularly bad was Melanie and Anna’s presences, and while she knew there was nothing she could do to change that fact, it was still reasonably annoying. She was quite glad when the class was finally over and she ought to be able to make her escape.

Escape wasn’t quite the word; the girls would be there back in the dorms, too. She supposed there was a difference, for some reason, perhaps because in the dorms she could draw the curtains around her bed and go to sleep, blocking them out. In the classroom situation, somehow, it was much more difficult. Reaching down to sling her book bag over her shoulder, she was quite ready to sweep out of the tower and head back toward the Gryffindor common rooms. As luck would have it, though, the astronomy teacher seemed to have other plans.

“Lily?” came Professor Skentelbury’s voice right as Lily reached the doorway. Groaning inwardly, the girl spun on her heel and walked back over.

“Yes?” Oh, please, just let me go back to the dorms!

“I… have a favor to ask you, actually,” she continued, motioning for Lily to follow her over toward her desk and then motioning for the girl to take a seat. Lily stayed silent and took the seat, letting the bag slip off of her shoulder and to the ground. Professor Skentelbury correctly took her silence as an offer to continue.

“There is a particular group of twelve second years this year that I’m afraid have trouble with my class, for whatever reason,” she began, “and since the beginning of the year I’ve been tutoring them every Friday night. Unfortunately, a staff meeting that I cannot miss has come up on the 15th, and as you are such a good student and this year’s Head Girl, I was wondering if perhaps you’d be able to fill in for me. The work they’re doing is very simple and I’m sure you’d be able to handle it.”

Oh, of course, because I’m a good student and Head Girl this naturally means that I want to look after twelve year olds for—

“It would count as extra credit, of course.”

Lily blinked, considered for a moment, and then said, “What do I have to do?”


It wasn’t until after the explanation, after getting back to the Common Room and after getting ready to relax for the night that Lily remembered there was a meeting with the prefects. Feeling rather as if being Head Girl had a lot more cons than pros, Lily headed off to the library. Upon arrival and the discovery that she wasn’t late this time, at least, the girl grudgingly took the seat next to James. Although he was high on the list of people she wanted nothing to do with, that was how things worked.

This meeting, at least, was not as chaotic as the first. There were no oddball propositions from James, he and Regulus only got into one mild spat for a minute or two, and all in all it was a lot less of a train wreck. When the subject came about of the next meeting, it designated that the current meeting was quite nearly over, and Lily couldn’t help but feel it went well. She supposed it was a miracle what could happen when those in charge behaved themselves for once.

“What about October fifteenth?” suggested one of the prefects, looking to James and Lily for verification.

October fifteenth… thought James with a blink, October fifteenth… damnit, that’s something, what is it? Merlin, I hate dates. Dates and birthdays. Keeping track of time is the best way to waste time.

It didn’t seem to matter what exactly James was forgetting, anyway, because the next second Lily vetoed it. “I can’t,” she said simply, “I have to help some second years with Astronomy.”

Some of the people present stared at her, James included.

“Extra credit,” she mumbled, irritated. Not up for answering a load of questions as to who what when where and why, she merely put on a smile for the others and said: “dismissed!”

The prefects shuffled out of the library rather quickly. Lily had to admit that even the prefects did not seem overly eager about this type of thing. Usually there was a prefect or two who took the badge very seriously, enforcing rules most people forgot existed and always eager for the next meeting. This year, she thought they were all rather lackluster.

As she moved toward the door to leave, but James caught her by the arm. Taken by surprise, Lily turned around instantly and stared at him incredulously.

“Off, Potter,” she commanded, jerking her arm out of his grip, “there are plenty of reasons why you shouldn’t be touching me. One – you’re going out with Anna. Two – you are supposed to stay away from me for a month, and it has not been a month. Three –“

“Relax, Evans,” James said with a roll of his eyes, “I’m not trying to come on to you.”

Lily snorted. With the way he said it, he made it sound like it was something he never did.

“What is it you are trying to do, then?”

“I want to talk to you,” James said earnestly, taking a seat on top of the library’s table and leaning back on his hands, gaze fixed on her. Lily considered him for a moment, gazing him up and down. Talk? Ha, when did James ever just want to talk? Nonetheless she sighed, folded her arms over her chest and leaned back against the doorway.

“You never just want to talk,” Lily objected.

“I do, Evans,” he said simply, staring her in the eye. “I’m sorry, I know that for the past few years I’ve been pestering you constantly, but I’ll have you notice, Evans, that other things do cross my mind from time to time, and sometimes those other things are just talking. I want to talk, and I’ll swear on whatever you want me to swear on that it has nothing to do with asking you on a date.”

Lily considered, frowning. Was he telling the truth? Could she believe that?

Well, he never had said that.

“Talk away, Potter.”

Chapter 11 - To anyone who's interested, the little anecdote about Lily and her friend Zahara I tossed in merely because it happened to me. Ah, yes. I pulled her hair and she was so mad at me. Heh. Unlike Lily, though, I saw her at the mall a week or so before I moved, apologized, she forgave me, and /then/ I never saw her again. Heh. Little kid fights are funny.

I feel guilty about Martinkovitch as a character, because I feel like I ripped off Trelawney and changed the name. I /did/ try to make her somewhat different, and if it seems that way, I'm glad, but if it doesn't, I'm sorry. I figure any divination teacher is bound to be a little off the wall and bizarre, and I couldn't resist having Martinkovitch be a little zany, as she's based (loosely) on a good friend of mine.

The palm reading itself was something I just really wanted to do. It was fun. I actually researched it, and all the things I mentioned are actual indicators in palm-reading. Here was my wealth of information. I wanted a bit of obvious foreshadowing, and I figured here was a good place to do it. I also wanted Peter to be the only one unnerved simply because it seemed to fit. Peter, I imagine to be a sort of nervous boy, and the foretelling of doom in such an ominous manner would probably unnerve him. I realize that every divination class would probably be the same, but I hoped that -- as Peter pointed out -- the element of truth in Remus' reading might make him think otherwise.

The fight between Sirius and James is part homage to the friendly spats I typically have with best-friend-and-beta Lexi and part an excuse for me to use the words 'arsebandit' and 'buttpirate' in context.

Mmmhm. I love you guys for the feedback I'm getting. LJ is way better for that kind of thing than ff.net or anything, because it's a lot easier for me to reply, so if you've any questions or any of that sort of thing, ask away! =)

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Anya: Hermionedancinggoldfish on June 24th, 2005 03:30 am (UTC)
Oh, I loved this post. And I thought it was really interesting how their life lines seemed to reflect what we know of their lives. The interaction between Sirius and James and Remus cracked me up :D

And the Lily/James relationship is evolving... ;p
(Anonymous) on June 24th, 2005 06:23 am (UTC)
i really like the humorous convos between the marauders. they're realistic.
Ju of Liastripedundies on June 24th, 2005 08:26 am (UTC)
omg! I looooove it! You're sucha good writer! Please put out chapter 10 soon! I'm already impatient! Lol.

And I must agree, the convos between the mauraders ARE very realistic.

The palm reading thing/life lines was so crafty, too =F
Sarabug_in_a_rug on June 24th, 2005 03:56 pm (UTC)
Wonderful job, as always.

And I don't think Martinkovitch is too similar to Trelawney. She has her similarities, but she seems a little more... sane? So it's not really as if your ripping off her personality too much.
Traceytraceria on June 24th, 2005 07:30 pm (UTC)
"The palm reading itself was something I just really wanted to do. It was fun. I actually researched it, and all the things I mentioned are actual indicators in palm-reading. Here was my wealth of information. I wanted a bit of obvious foreshadowing, and I figured here was a good place to do it. I also wanted Peter to be the only one unnerved simply because it seemed to fit. Peter, I imagine to be a sort of nervous boy, and the foretelling of doom in such an ominous manner would probably unnerve him. I realize that every divination class would probably be the same, but I hoped that -- as Peter pointed out -- the element of truth in Remus' reading might make him think otherwise."

Complete agreement with your choice to include the palm-reading/foreshadowing/unverving of Peter. Loved, loved, loved that part. Gave me a few chills, too...
Lexilexith on June 24th, 2005 09:01 pm (UTC)
Kali_thirty2flavors on June 25th, 2005 06:39 pm (UTC)


Lexilexith on June 27th, 2005 03:40 am (UTC)
I hope you can see this because I'm doing it as hard as I can.

You're sleeping on the couch tonight.
ilk_girl on June 24th, 2005 10:46 pm (UTC)
Can't wait for the update! That was probably my favorite chapter so far. I think that the palm-reading, like everybody else, was good. I thought it was pretty cool. I'd be a bit unnerved if somebody told me that my marriage line is similar to somebody I hated, however...but...I can't wait. This is a great story.
lilyflower23: Yodalilyflower23 on June 25th, 2005 02:16 pm (UTC)
I love this story. This is my favorite chapter so far. The palm reading scene was perfect. Your response from each of the Mauraders was SO realistic. You really have each of their attitudes down perfectly.
Can't wait for the next chapter!
ilk_girl on June 25th, 2005 08:29 pm (UTC)
oh, by the way, I befriended you. Just tellin' ya.
Camilla: Jigglypuff // SunTemplemo_chan on June 27th, 2005 02:20 am (UTC)
Glad to see you posting again, and I remember really liking this chapter the first time I read it. The second time around was good too! And Martinkovich IS a tad Trelawney-ish, but that's really no biggie; it's pretty oxymoronic to have a sane Divination teacher anyways.

I can't wait until you get to the new stuff.
Tayloroh_fine on June 27th, 2005 05:31 pm (UTC)
Lovely chapter! I really liked the foreshadowing with the palm reading.

Update soon!
(Anonymous) on June 28th, 2005 07:20 pm (UTC)
Good chapter!
(Btw because Lily lived in Britain, her school would be in Years as opposed to Grade)
likeatuesdaylikeatuesday on June 29th, 2005 05:49 pm (UTC)
Lovely chapter.... I remember this fic on ff.net, I do believe I fangirl-ed it for quite a while. Pardon me for any excessive squeeing that goes on.

Hope you don't mind if I add you to my flist!

Love from,

Harrietmontlake on June 30th, 2005 07:04 am (UTC)
Oh, foreshadowing makes me sad :(. But lovely chapter. Missed it before and am now off to read ten. And I like fights between Sirius and James because I see them like that... lot's of bickering that means nothing. ;D
Mandswhite_tulips on July 28th, 2005 04:55 pm (UTC)
Isn't October 15th the second Friday of the month? I do believe that the Marauders have a plan for that certain date...

And because I'm really hungry as it's 1 in the afternoon and I haven't eaten since dinner last night, I'll leave you with one word: SQUEE!