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27 July 2005 @ 02:58 pm
Hello, gang.

After finally reading HBP -- I recieved my copy from Amazon on Friday and finished it by Saturday -- I was mildly relieved to see that there doesn't seem to be too many adjustments I'll need to make, just a few. I'll work on those when I can, mostly just tweaking some of the staffing and whatnot. It won't affect the plot too majorly -- at this point, if it had been going to, I would've ignored it anyway. Heh.

Regarding the actual book itself, I don't want to ruin it for anyone, so I won't -- I'll just say that I liked it, a lot, unlike a great number of people. I'm not a "shipping" sort of person, so I was not upset wth anything Rowling did, and I rather liked the characterisations. I think it is probably my second favorite book, after PoA, which I doubt will ever be ousted from its slot as my favorite. Teeehee I <3 PoA.

Onto other matters -- the next chapter! I apologize for the delay. I avoided this lj, TGB and just about everything vaguely Harry Potter related to avoid spoilers (although I ended up knowing who killed who, anyway. Gah.)

Chapter Fourteen– Make War

Because the truth is, gossip is as good as gospel in this town
You can save face but you won’t ever save your soul
And that’s a fact, so hurry up and run to the one you love
-Make War,
Bright Eyes


“Oh, goody,” sneered James, breaking the silence. “I’ve always wanted to see my name in print.”

With that, he took a rather long sip of pumpkin juice.

“Wonderful,” Melanie muttered, dropping the paper onto the table and staring at it as though it was contaminated with every infectious disease known to man, “just wonderful. Did you know them?”

The question was clearly directed at James. He and Melanie were the only two present with solid magical backgrounds, although the Mastronardis only went back a couple generations. James shrugged, swallowing the juice and setting his goblet down.

“Not well. My mum was friends with Agatha, and they were always at those parties my parents attend, but I can’t say I ever spent much time with Gideon, Fabian or Molly. They were too much older than I. Spent most of my time harassing Frank and Peter.”

Melanie shook her head, stabbing her egg rather sharply. “This war is really starting to get on my nerves,” she noted, cutting a slice off the egg and accidentally dragging the knife across the surface of the plate, eliciting a shriek-like noise.

None of them spoke for a while.

Lily poked absentmindedly at her omelet. The article in the Prophet, aside from being threatening and foreboding, was a bit disheartening. She’d never noticed before that she and James were interesting choices for the Head positions – she was a Muggleborn, a girl, a minority, the kind of minority half the world was trying to get rid of, and he was pureblood, wealthy, from a long line witches and wizards… If Dumbledore was trying to make a statement, it made sense that he would choose the pair of them. They were even both Gryffindor.

Even if she hadn’t wanted to boast much about it, and even if it was a pain at times, she had wanted Head Girl and receiving it had been an honor. It was nice to be recognized for years of hard work, studying and keeping people in line… Had it really only been because she was the most convenient Mudblood? She didn’t want to be shoved aside because she was a minority, but she didn’t want to be pampered, either.

“Do you think it was true?” she asked after a moment, glancing down the table at James. “What they said about us, I mean. That we’re a ‘political statement’ or whatever you want to call it?”

James looked over at her, their eyes met, and for a reason she couldn’t explain Lily hastily looked down at her food again.

“Evans, Dumbledore gave you that badge because you deserve it. You’re a model student, top of our year, and you’ve proven yourself eager to enforce rules for six years. He didn’t give you that badge because you’re a Muggleborn, he gave it to you because you’re a mature, responsible example.”

She didn’t care to ask how he knew that was what she wanted to know, nor did she care to ponder why she could feel herself flushing.

“As for him selecting me,” James continued, pausing in thought for a moment, “…I’m not sure.”


The day wore on and eventually conversation drifted from the contents of the Prophet. By the time it was half-past eleven, James left Anna to find his friends, whom he said ought to have woken up by now, and Lily had to wonder what they had done that had tired them out so much. At some point in the hallways Anna had wandered off to go talk to a Ravenclaw about a joint project they had in Arithmancy, and that left Melanie and Lily.

Winding the corner and heading up a staircase, Melanie glanced over her shoulder as if to make sure no one was going to ambush them. With a conspiratory look, she looked at Lily.

“Oh, lord, Lily, tell me you find it odd,” she said at last, sounding as though she could speak freely for the first time in ages.

Lily took her eyes from the portrait of the savannah and looked over at Melanie, brow furrowed. “What d’you mean?”

“James and Anna!” Melanie exclaimed before glancing behind her once again. “Surely I’m not the only one who thinks it’s bloody insane?”

“Oh… that…” said Lily as she processed it. Shrugging, she shoved a piece of hair behind her ear and continued climbing the stairs. “I don’t know. I mean, it’s weird, I suppose, but it’s her choice if she wants to date a … a…”

For the first time she could recall, Lily’s vocabulary couldn’t quite put into words what exactly Anna was dating.

“a… him,” she finished after a moment, sounding a bit flustered.

“But don’t you think it’s weird?” repeated Melanie, hopping up the stairs swiftly to keep up with Lily. “They just sort of… sit near each other. They never really do anything, except they whisper things a lot, and sometimes he shows up and nods his head and they walk off to talk or something, I don’t know, but it’s weird…” A new idea seemed to occur to her and her eyes lit up. “Have you even seen them kiss?”

Lily sent her a weird look and turned down a hallway, well aware they had no destination planned. Had she seen them kiss? Of course she had. They…

…Well, come to think of it, she hadn’t seen anything, save first walking in on them. Maybe they’d become more reserved? Was she supposed to tell Melanie about that? She wasn’t sure. “No. Look, Mel—“

“Isn’t that weird? How long have they been going out for, anyway? Three weeks? I don’t think it’d be rushing things to kiss after three weeks.”

“Melanie, I don’t care if—“

“But it’s so weird, Lily!”

Lily rolled her eyes. Feigning a sudden epiphany, she glanced at Melanie. “You know all those times he shows up and motions for her to follow and they go of God-knows-where?”

Melanie nodded, eager to hear Lily’s revelation.

“Maybe it’s just an excuse to snog,” Lily finished, rolling her eyes again and smirking.

Melanie sent her an unimpressed glance, shaking her head. “No, I really don’t think it’s that.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know, I just don’t.”

“Oh, no, Melanie, don’t go all Martinkovitch on me.”

Melanie shrugged. “I don’t know, it’s just a feeling.” She ran a hand through her hair and shook her head, looking frazzled. They passed a couple of forth-year girls and they eyed Lily before sniggering amongst themselves. Lily opened her mouth to make a comment, but Melanie spoke before she had the chance.

“Since when does she like him, anyway?”

“Sixth year,” Lily replied instantly, still wandering down the hall.

“Sixth—sixth year?”

“That’s what she said, anyway.”

“She never told us that!”

“Evidently. She said she didn’t want us to freak out. Look, Melanie, it doesn’t mat—“

“That doesn’t make any sense,” Melanie said after a moment, staring over at Lily.

Lily sighed. Why, oh why, was Melanie making this so difficult? “Melanie…”

“It doesn’t!” she continued, shaking her head. “She was head-over-heels for Amos Diggory last year, don’t you remember?”

The words struck Lily and she froze, looking over at Melanie, brow furrowed. That was right – how had Lily forgotten? When Lily, Melanie and Anna had been in sixth year, there had been a seventh year – Frank was friends with him – by the name of Amos Diggory. A Hufflepuff, a Quidditch player, and, Lily had to admit, pretty good-looking, Anna had spent all of sixth year save a few months at the beginning gushing over Diggory every chance she got.

It didn’t make sense that she have a crush on James at the same time. Anna was, once she got it into her head to like someone, typically a very one-man woman.

“You’re right,” Lily said slowly, shaking her head. “You’re right! That doesn’t make sense… Why would she lie?”

Melanie shrugged. “I have no idea. Merlin, Lily, what is with the two of them? Something is seriously off about their relationship.”

At least now Lily thought Melanie had a valid argument.

“I guess. I don’t know, Mel, it’s Potter, what can we expect?” Lily sighed.

Melanie groaned. “What a bad idea. I could have told her going out with someone who spends most of his time wooing your best friend is a bad idea.”

“Well, I’m glad one of you thinks so.”

They walked in silence for a moment, each mulling it over in their head, trying again and again to put two and two together and end up with four.

“If he hurts her, I will murder him,” Melanie announced after a moment.

“Agreed,” said Lily, “and at the same time, I hope she doesn’t hurt him.”

It came out before Lily realized what she had said. Melanie’s head snapped in her direction and two eyebrows rose up.

“Why?” asked Melanie.

Honestly, Melanie? I don’t know. She decided for something a little more believable – something a little more Lily-like. “Because then he’s going to be trailing after me again.”

Melanie’s startled expression faded a bit and she laughed, smiling. “Fair enough.” Her mouth opened and she appeared about to say something else, before a figurative light bulb went on and her eyes widened. “Oh! That’s right! I left something in the Muggle Studies room last night I ought to go pick up – want to come with?”

Lily considered the prospect for a second before shaking her head. “No, I don’t think so. I’ve been meaning to go to the library, anyway.”

“The library,” Melanie repeated, rolling her eyes. “How scandalous. Well, I’ll see you ‘round, then.”

Waving, she darted down the staircase and scared a couple of second-years in her mad dash. Lily gave her head a shake. Where Melanie got her energy sometimes, she had no idea.

“See you,” she said, although it was far too late for Melanie to hear her.

When she turned around, she was pretty sure she heard the girls behind her start muttering amongst themselves, but she shrugged it off.

Oh honestly, Lily, stop being paranoid. You aren’t that fascinating.


Her finger ran over the spines of the books, most of which were leather and smooth to the touch. Her head tilted to the side, she bit her tongue in the way she always did subconsciously while thinking, and her eyes took in the titles.

Silver Bullets and Wooden Stakes: A Look at an Age-Old Rivalry…

The Big Bad Wolf: A Study of Werewolf Iconology Through Magical and Muggle History…

Monthly Monster: An In-Depth Study of Lycanthropy…

A Child’s Guide to Creepies, Crawlies and Other Dark Creatures, Volume 4: Werewolves…

Cold Nose, Warm Heart: Memoirs of a Werewolf…

The Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing: How to Identify a Werewolf…

So Someone You Know Is A Horrible Monster: 25 Easy Steps to Quickly and Painlessly Isolating Yourself From Them…

Really, the number of books on the subject surprised her. She could easily say that she had never gone to the library before with the sole purpose of researching werewolves, but she saw now that, if she wanted to, it would be easy. The collection here at the school was expansive.

They had studied werewolves in Defense Against Dark Arts, she remembered, but she could also recall the lesson seeming a little abrupt. When compared to the amount of time they’d spent on vampires, the werewolf unit seemed almost inconsequential, although she wasn’t sure why that was the case. The professor had seemed almost hesitant to teach the topic at all.

There’d been a question about identifying werewolves on the exam in fifth year, Lily recalled, and she was sure it was one of the few questions she did not get full marks for. The lessons had been abrupt, to the point, brief, and forgettable.

Come to think of it, she remembered being surprised that neither Black nor Potter had howled once during the entire unit.

She plucked The Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing from the shelf, flipping it over in her hand. The cover, featuring the title and the text ‘by Anita Noposy’ in large font, displayed a rather peculiar image of a wolf on its hind legs in a rather pitiful sheep costume being chased by an angry mob of villagers, most of which seemed to be sporting pitchforks. Hands moving diligently, she flipped it open.

Chapter One: Recognizing the Snake in the Grass

Perhaps the —

“Are you sure?”

“Well, don’t look at me, that’s just what I’ve heard.”

“Who told you?”

“I heard it from Raven who heard it from Lenore who heard it from Narcissa.”

“Are you sure? Lily really doesn’t seem like the type to do that.”

Lily’s gaze jerked up from the first chapter of the book and she glanced around. Through the bookshelf, she could find the source of the noise. There was a huddle of girls – Hufflepuff, it looked like – talking amongst themselves, apparently oblivious to the fact that Lily was standing the next shelf over. Curiosity piquing, she listened for a second longer.

“So? You can never tell!”

“Yes you can!”

“No you can—“

“Shut up, you guys, she’s right over there!”

A slightly bemused smile twitched at the corner of Lily’s lips as she looked down at the book once again, pretending she hadn’t heard a word of it. What in the hell were they talking about? It certainly sounded rather…rather like something she didn’t particularly want to fathom.

The girls hushed each other awkwardly before the one girl, obviously boldest of them all, cleared her throat.

“Excuse me? Lily Evans?”

Looking up from her book and turning to face them, Lily smiled a falsely warm smile. “Yes?”

“Is it true what they’re saying about you and James?”

Lily’s eyebrows rose. “Well, I suppose that would depend on what they’re saying about Potter and me.”

The girl hesitated momentarily, looking behind her for support from her friends. Her friends, in turn, giggled, blushed or looked away. With an impatient sigh, the girl leaned forward to speak hushedly through the bookshelf to Lily.

“Well they’re saying… they’re saying you tutor him in Charms,” the girl said, eyebrows rising.

Lily regarded her curiously. Some of the girls were still giggling, and Lily found it bizarre. Why in God’s name was everyone so mystified at the concept of her tutoring Potter? It wasn’t like she ever would, but was it really that amusing?

She hesitated. It wasn’t a lie she wanted to perpetuate, but at the same time, she figured it would be best that there was some explanation floating around the school, lest people get other… cruder ideas.

She just hoped James was swift enough to catch on and play along.

“Yes, yes I am,” Lily replied with a bit of a smile.

“Are you good at Charms?”

“The best.”

“Are you serious?” asked one of the shyer girls, gaining confidence as if heartened by the fact that Lily hadn’t yelled at them yet.

“Of course I am,” replied Lily offhandedly, putting on her level babysitter voice, “Why would I lie? Besides – Potter needs a lot of work.”

Another one of the girls snickered. “He’s that bad?”

“Oh, he’s dreadful,” Lily remarked absentmindedly. “Hardly knows what he’s doing with his wand.”

Looking pleased and giggling wildly now, the girls thanked Lily for the insider opinion and shuffled off. Bewildered and deciding that young girls were far too easily amused, Lily shook her head. Distraction gone, she turned her attention back to the book, finally.

Perhaps the most difficult thing about identifying someone as a werewolf is acknowledging that fact that, indeed, someone may be a werewolf. Oftentimes, it seems, we tend to overlook the possibility. Of course they aren’t a werewolf – what are the odds of that? Why would we know a werewolf? Werewolves don’t socialize, they aren’t part of society and they most certainly are not people we know.

These, of course, are all false notions. The fact remains that if someone displays the symptoms and seems to be a werewolf, they probably are a werewolf. In order to truly find out of someone is or is not a werewolf, you must accept the fact that there are two possibilities. Once you have accepted the fact that, yes, they just might be, there are easier steps to take to confirm or deny the possibility.

Intrigued enough, Lily furrowed her brow and snapped the book shut. Perhaps the book would offer an interesting insight, and perhaps, somehow, it might help to explain the events of the previous night. She felt sure that James knew far more than he let on, but getting him to talk would be next to impossible, requiring nothing short of spiking his drink with Veritaserum. Not quite in the mood to pull something borderline illegal, she figured it was a better bet to do what she did best – research.

“I want this back by Saturday,” the librarian informed Lily as she checked out the book. One of the newer additions to the staff, Madam Pince was young, skinny and strict. She regarded Lily with no sign of the motherly affection a lot of the female professors had, and Lily saw her tap her wand to the cover of the book, a sure sign that Lily would not want to press the due-date.

“Alright,” said Lily, arching an eyebrow and waiting patiently.

Done with the spell, Madam Pince made to hand the book back to her before she caught sight of the cover and hesitated, arching an eyebrow.

“A book on identifying werewolves?” she asked, stern look falling for a moment as she regarded Lily with a peculiar expression. It could even be considered suspicion.

“Yes,” said Lily, tilting her head. “Is that a problem?”

While her suspicious look did not fade, Madam Pince did not seem in the mood to elaborate and she shook her head swiftly. “No.” She handed the book to Lily briskly and pocketed her wand before dusting off her hands again. “Back by Saturday, understood?”

Without waiting for an answer, she swept off to scold a fifth year who was talking much too loudly.

Glancing at the book in her hand, Lily arched an eyebrow.

Why is everyone in this school acting so damned illusive?


“Damnit, James, we can’t tell him. You know how he’ll react!”

The infamous duet rounded the corner of the deserted hallway to the Hospital Wing, Peter at their heels. However tired and worn out James had looked at breakfast, Sirius and Peter were exponentially worse. Peter looked capable of curling up on the stone floor and sleeping the rest of the day through; there was a dark bruise beginning to make itself apparent on Sirius’ face where the Concealing Charm was wearing off. Next to the pair of them, James looked rested and rejuvenated.

He rolled his eyes impatiently.

“We can’t not tell him, either! He has every right to know, Sirius – he’d want to know!” argued James, sending a meaningful stare to the boy at his side.

Sirius rolled his eyes and he smirked. “Oh, come off it, James, what’s the point? What’s it going to achieve? We both know he’s just going to be pissed – at himself, mostly – and then he’ll be self-loathing and depressed for a week or two. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

“It isn’t like anything happened—“

“You know that doesn’t matter to him!”

“You two, keep it down,” implored Peter suddenly, quickening his pace to catch up to them. “Someone might—“

“Oh, get off it, Peter, no one’s around,” snapped Sirius. His mood was not the least bit compatible with Peter's paranoia.

“You don’t know that!” protested Peter, peering up at Sirius indignantly.

“Does it look like anyone’s around, Peter?” sneered Sirius in return, gesturing to the deserted hallway they were standing in.

“You never know! They could be around that bend in the hallway!”

James let out a growl of impatience. Typically, the friendly spats that Sirius and Peter got in amused him to no end. Sirius would grow annoyed with Peter at some point and make a snide remark, and for a moment or two they would bicker, James and Remus laughing all the while. At the moment, however, James had no patience for it. Sensing Sirius was about to retaliate, he decided to interfere.

“Drop it, the both of you. Sirius, keep your voice down,” he instructed firmly. He didn’t give either of them a chance to argue. “Look, the fact of the matter is we’re obligated to tell him. Don’t you think he’s going to wonder why he’s more battered than usual? You know, almost like there’d been a human involved…”

Sirius smirked. “What good is it doing, telling him? You know it will just freak him out and he’ll pull the 'oh no I’m a horrible, vicious monster' thing... You just want to be able to tell someone the story of how Evans-“

James sent him a dark look. “It hasn’t got anything to do with her!”

“Of course it does! It always has something to do with Evans for you, James! You just want someone to be astounded by your heroic recount of how you stormed in on a white steed to save your girlfriend’s life and—“

“Anna is my girlfriend,” James pointed out promptly.

Sirius laughed. “God knows why, though. What the hell is with the two of you, anyway, James?”

“What do you mean, what’s with us?”

“I mean it’s bloody bizarre, that’s what. What aren’t you telling us?”

“Nothing! There’s nothing to tell. Merlin, Sirius-“

“Don’t lie to me, James,” said Sirius, shaking his head. “I know when you’re lying.”

“I’m not lying,” James snapped, glaring. “And can we please return to the topic at hand?”

“Right,” said Sirius with a smirk, “so, about keeping our mouths shut for the sake of not leading our friend into depression…”

“He deserves to know what happened! He’s going to know something went wrong when we all dodge his questions, anyway, and then what? Merlin knows his imagination would be worse.”

“Act like nothing happened, it’s not that bloody difficult, James! He doesn’t need to know that he came this close to mauling Evans a—“

Sirius was cut off abruptly as the three of them turned the corner and collided with the girl in question. Submersed in a book, Lily didn’t look up until she found herself walking headlong into James’ chest.

Staggering away from him dazedly, the girl looked up from her book and blinked. James took a step back, cursed, and rubbed the area from his collarbone to shoulder with one hand, grimacing. Sirius and Peter exchanged glances that expressed a uniform concern.

Had she heard anything?

“Sorry,” the pair of them muttered at about the same time, awkwardly. Lily shook her head and James continued to rub his shoulder.

“Well, speak of the devil,” remarked Sirius dryly, arching an eyebrow. “Not that you’re the devil, or that we were speaking of you.”

Lily looked over at him oddly, arching an eyebrow. “What happened to your face, Black?”

The Concealing Charm had worn off completely, now, and a large bruise marred Sirius’ renowned looks. His brow furrowed for a second and his hand found his cheek before he seemed to realize what Lily was talking about.

“Rough sex,” he replied with a smirk.

Lily rolled her eyes. “Disgusting prick.”

“You asked.”

Snorting softly, Lily looked from Sirius to James to Peter. There were only three of them – that was unusual. It was not so odd to see two of them together at once, or all four at once, but three was an odd number. That meant one of them was alone, and unless in the company of a female, it was rare to see one of them alone.

“Where’s the fourth musketeer?” she asked.

The three of them exchanged glances and Lily got the impression they were making use of their unusual ability to communicate without words. Whatever information they passed to each other, it seemed unanimous that James be the one to take that question.

“Made the mistake of nicking seafood from the kitchens,” said James.

“Nasty stuff,” added Sirius.

“It’s like instant Ebola.”

“It’s probably not even seafood, it’s probably lake-food.”

"Or squid-spawn, or something equally disgusting..."

The two continued on like that for a moment, but Lily stopped paying attention. Remus was sick because he ate seafood? Come to think of it, he had looked sickly the day before…

The boy always looked sick. He was perpetually missing school, Lily realized. Oftentimes he missed school to visit a sick relative – it was his mother, usually. The woman seemed to be on her deathbed for seven years. It was unusual. Whatever Mrs. Lupin had, Lily was quite sure she’d passed it on to her son.

“Right,” Lily said after a second. “Well, I hope he feels better. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go get some lunch; it’s nearly noon.”

With that, the girl worked her way through the three of them.

“Merlin,” Sirius remarked once she was out of earshot, shaking his head. “Bad situation. That girl is too smart to be kept in the dark very long.”

James frowned, tearing his gaze from the direction Lily had walked off. “She’s been kept in the dark for six years, we can pull off a seventh.”

Sirius exhaled, shaking his head. “We’d better be able to pull off a seventh.”

Peter was staring at the spot Lily had been standing, dumbfounded. “Did either of you notice what she was holding?” he asked after a moment.

James and Sirius turned their attention to him, shaking their heads.

“What was it, Wormtail?” prompted James.

Peter looked up worriedly and swallowed before reciting, “The Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing: How to Identify a Werewolf.”

There was a long moment of silence before Sirius voiced what they were all thinking.


Well, that's it. No real authors notes regarding this one, I don't think. =)

And so we reach the end of my reposting. Chapter 17 is already about 12 pages, but it isn't finished -- it wil be the first new material posted.

Current Mood: boredbored
Current Music: time to waste ; alkaline trio
likeatuesdaylikeatuesday on July 27th, 2005 07:40 pm (UTC)
“Oh, he’s dreadful,” Lily remarked absentmindedly. “Hardly knows what he’s doing with his wand.”

*falls off chair*

Oh, that was beautiful. Lovely chapter, lovely. Heh, I do love your characters, they have so much life in them... plus it's rather reassuring to know that James thinks she's competent enough for the job. His opinions, and all that.

Nice to see a bit of the political aspect of magic... JKR put it in there for a reason, after all. *snarks at GoF directors who left plotlines-not-to-be-named out*

At any rate, update soon!

Love from,


(any chance you'll be posting at the new archive, once UR is up?)
Kali_thirty2flavors on July 27th, 2005 08:06 pm (UTC)
Oooh, I most certainly will be. LJ is not really my ideal hosting site. *die* I've had a look around at other things, of course, but most of them I'm not particularly fond of -- I'm just going to wait for UR. =)

And glad you liked the chapter. Hee.

likeatuesdaylikeatuesday on July 27th, 2005 08:31 pm (UTC)
*goes off to squee*
rebeka13rebeka13 on July 28th, 2005 05:39 am (UTC)
was that a double meaning line cause it was pretty darn funny. again wonderful chappie and please update again.
ilk_girl on July 27th, 2005 08:48 pm (UTC)
PoA is going to be hard to beat. It is definitely one of my favorites. I loved the Quidditch (if it really exsisted, I would be a die-hard fan), the total twist that I wasn't expecting (of the Marauders Map and Remus and Black and Pettigrew and Prongs and Animagi and all that jazz) and it was very great to read. I really loved that book.
Sarabug_in_a_rug on July 27th, 2005 10:05 pm (UTC)
Lovely work, as always. :)
Lexilexith on July 27th, 2005 10:16 pm (UTC)
Padfood's Contribution.
Anya: Hermionedancinggoldfish on July 27th, 2005 10:39 pm (UTC)
Heehee, I loved this chapter.

Peter was staring at the spot Lily had been standing, dumbfounded. “Did either of you notice what she was holding?” he asked after a moment.

James and Sirius turned their attention to him, shaking their heads.

“What was it, Wormtail?” prompted James.

Peter looked up worriedly and swallowed before reciting, “The Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing: How to Identify a Werewolf.”

There was a long moment of silence before Sirius voiced what they were all thinking.


LOL. And I like your Peter. He's not stupid or cowardly- but actually smart and more observant than the other two at any rate. Anyway, great chapter!
(Anonymous) on July 27th, 2005 10:41 pm (UTC)
well, obviously, this chapter was wonderful, abslultely wonderful .. but I've been keeping an eye on Peter's character in most fanfics now... and I'd like to say that you portrayed him nicely .. I'd say he's observant and cautious .. really tho .. Sirius is just PERFECT .. but he should really be more careful .. you'd think he'd take Remus' lycanthropy more seriously seeing as how they all got in a big row after the whole "Snape incident" .. and I loved how you made Melanie notice it .. it also showed that Lily really HAS accepted Anna and James' ... erm .. "relationship" .. wonderful cahpter altogether..

awaiting chapter 15 ..
(Anonymous) on July 28th, 2005 01:40 am (UTC)
amazing stuff. you're definately one of the best writers out there. so thanks for sharing your work with us.
Traceytraceria on July 28th, 2005 04:40 pm (UTC)
Ha ha ha ha ha....(in that evil, knowledgeable sort of way...)

This was a fabulous job with the Marauders' (minus one) conversation. It flowed soo well. And nice touch having Peter be the one to notice the book. The personalities were spot-on in my opinion.

As always, eagerly awaiting the next chapter.

And incidentally, are you back to solid food? ;)
Camilla: Fred and George // potterpuffsmo_chan on July 28th, 2005 08:46 pm (UTC)
YESSSSS!!!!!!!! New chapters now! I'm glad you re-posted your old ones though, because now I'm all caught up (again) and ready to read your new stuff. When you get a new hosting site, be sure to let me know!
get_over_urselfget_over_urself on July 29th, 2005 04:29 pm (UTC)
Lol, very nice chapter. *sigh* I love James...

Yay, new chapters!

And I agree with you - HBP was my second favourite, after the brilliant POA...

...except no chapter can beat 'Snape's Worst Memory', in my opinion...
Austinjohnmayergirl23 on July 31st, 2005 02:43 am (UTC)
Love, love, love, love it. And love the "hardly knows what he's doing with his wand" bit. Nothing like a sexual innuendo to lighten the mood.

Love this story, girl. My favorite fanfic of all time, and I've read hundreds. =) Keep up the good work, Kali.
(Anonymous) on August 11th, 2005 05:58 pm (UTC)
Great job with this chapter, though, of course, many of have read it before. Anyways, I hope you update soon with the next chapter!

~A RandomReader

ps- Speaking of silly love songs, one that I think fits James' view perfectly would be the song called "Just the Girl" by the Click Five. He was the first thing that came to mind after listening to the song.
downdown_igodowndown_igo on August 14th, 2005 07:06 am (UTC)
ahh! i loved it =)

i'm still waiting for mooooore!

i miss your work <3
Sophiecookiegirl18 on August 18th, 2005 04:44 pm (UTC)
Very good! Can't wait for the next one!