I can’t take them anymore. I want to kill them! The only one good to me was that silly girl. But why? She doesn’t know what she’s doing. Just thinks it’s the right thing to do. It’s not. She should just leave me be. Why does she do it anyway? I’m a Slytherin! Wants to make me look bad as well. To show everyone she is superior even if she is a mudblood.
But I can’t help my gratitude. I should be thankful. But that’s a muggle feeling. And I should be outraged! She has defended me before. But why? It's unthinkable. What does she get out of it? I shouldn’t be thankful. A girl standing up for me, that’s shameful, especially a Gryffindor at that. Salazar would think me weak and unfitting. And the Dark Lord...I would be dead.
Severus couldn’t stop thinking about what had happen moments ago. Should he feel grateful and humiliated or embarrassed and humiliated? The red in his cheeks still burned hot red like coals. With his clothes disarrayed, he sat on the sofa in the Slytherin Common Room. He muttered a spell that made the temperature in the basement drop a couple degrees. Maybe the cold air would help his feverish flesh and cool down his jittery and blistering mind.
His books laid scattered on the table. It was lunch time, but he didn’t feel as hungry as he did before. All the students laughed. All of them. Except, Evans. He didn’t understand that girl. Actually, he didn’t understand girls, in general. Severus combed his dark slick hair with his fingers in frustration. The Marauders got him again. “That Black has it coming. I will destroy him. Then torture the rest.” He smirked, pulling back his black sleeve, to see the Dark Mark tattooed on his flesh. His loyalty to the Dark Lord and willingness to kill and torture were reflected on his face and echoed in his thoughts.
The only way, Severus could deal with the humiliation is to be malaciously poised. Walk into the Great Hall and ignore everyone and everything. “Yeah, I’ll go in there. When dinner comes around.” He couldn't help but feel irresolute and insubstantially feeble.
The Marauders sat as far as they could find seats, away from Lily. Her face was flushed with anger and some confused disappointment. She sat with her friends Alice, Mary, and Winifred. She was telling them what had happen when everyone scattered off like leaves caught in a draft, only faster. Lily told her friends what happened after everyone dispersed thinking that they would be upset at her actions.
To her surprise, the girls weren’t angry. They actually were agreeing with her decision, although they believed the Marauders won’t quit torturing the boy. While Winnie agreed, she wanted to have been there herself when it had occurred and see the pink knickers; she loved a good laugh.
“Poor soul,” Mary called the greasy haired Slytherin. “He hasn’t done anything to them! Only because he’s a Slytherin and possibly, an easy target. Someone should teach those boys!”
“Yeah, Lily should give them a taste of their own medicine,” said Alice. "I do admit, it was quite comical and I pity you, Winnie for not having a spot." Everyone giggled. Always trust your friends to make you feel better.
“So cliché!” Winifred cried. They laughed again. “I think I got a plan. But I don’t think you’ll like it, Lily. I’ll tell you gals in the dorms. Let me think more on it.”
The subject of their conversation quickly slipped onto other things such as their plans for the Holidays and gift ideas. Everyone except Winnie was going to go home to have Christmas with their families. She, on the other hand, was staying at Hogwarts for she wasn’t too fond of her cousins who was coming over during Holiday.
“They aren’t going to be that bad, Winnie!” exclaimed Lily. Her face, framed by her loose auburn hair, showed skepticism. Like herself, Winifred was a muggle-borned witch. They had many things in common except for their morals and manners.
Winifred Hughes was lazy and carefree, opposite of the uptight Lily; she didn’t worry about homework or class, but still made sure she was passing. She was more of a gothic kind of girl. On the weekends, she dressed in black and chains with heavy black make-up, and her one-time blond locks were dyed a crow’s black and trimmed to her neck. Despite all the black, she looked beautiful. She always said her inner color was black, as if that ever made sense.
Lily was the mature one in her family and in her gang of friends. Her older sister, Petunia was always wearing loads of make-up and going out with different blokes each week. As for her friends, they were as girly as girls can get. And, when Lily was with them, she gets caught up in their giggles. She always thought of Alice Green and Mary Prewett as sisters because they were so alike except Mary was raised in a larger family with boys. She and her older sister Molly were the only girls in the family. They both were kindhearted, bubbly, worry-warts, and can be outspoken when the need arise. Plus, they both sometimes dress alike.
As for their features, Mary had brownish-red hair and warm brown eyes; she's of average height and somewhat plump. Alice, on the other hand, has dark brown hair and clear gray eyes. Her face and gracefulness charmed many boys in the past years. When confronted about her appearance and the boys longing after her in the corridors, she says, "Can't help it. My face is an ongoing thing."
Sirius was still upset about losing points after dinner, when they were in the common room and James also distraught over Lily, who was upstairs doing homework. Peter wasn’t paying attention and didn’t care much about the Lily part. Remus, however, was sympathetic and amused. He, like the girls, agreed with Lily. Even though he knows he should stick with his mates, he couldn’t help but be a little more conservative considering what happened the last time.
Remus and James got into loads of trouble when Sirius tricked his friend into a prank. Although, Proffessor Dumbledore didn’t mind being one of the victims of an Easter bunny egg bomb, the other proffessors did. Sirius was found by Dumbledore, muffling his laughter by the Fat lady Portrait. He was given an amused talking to, and though, he wasn’t entirely in trouble, James and Remus did put a Luring Lies spell on him the next morning. Sirius day consisted of many girls and many slaps on the face while James and Remus received two weeks detention cleaning out the Owlery.
“You only agree because you’re a Prefect,” argued Sirius. “Wait! You’re a Prefect!” Sirius brown eyes blazed. Everyone knew what he was thinking.
“Sirius, don’t joke. I’m not adding points back. I can’t. I can’t award you for nothing. Earn it back and don’t do anything else to Snape. And if you are, deal with the consequences. But I think if you do lose anymore points, the House is going to bash you until your head looks like a bludger.”
“Bloody, what’s up with you mate? Time of the month?” Sirius howled with laughter. His friends gave slight grins and saw that people around them started to stare. The people turned back around shaking their heads, they knew Sirius was either up to something or up to something.
“We are still going through with the plan, right?” Sirius asked after calming himself down. “We got too!”
“I don’t know anymore. Lily will definitely kill us,” commented James dejectedly.
“Aww, Prongs! Forget about what she said. You never had a chance with her anyway. Although, that very diminutive, minuscule, microscopic infinitesimal percentage you did have, is lost now. But, never mind that! C’mon, mate. Wolfy?”
“Don’t call me that. I don’t mind if we lose points, but James is hurting. Let’s wait. Peter will watch for Lily. We'll concoct it after we get the supplies. And everything should go as plan. ”
“Why? Why, Remus? You’re a Prefect! You should know better!” mocked Sirius in a higher pitch voice.
Remus rolled his eyes and went back to reading. James’s head was lowering closer to the parchment he was writing for History of Magic. Peter was curled up on the floor by the fire with his Potions book lying over his face; short and soft snores erupted from him every so minutes. Sirius was also writing his assignment for class and noticed James sinking head. He rolled up a newspaper laying on the table and swatted James upside the head.
James cursed when his nose hit the table. “Oi, Sirius. What was that for?”
“Well, your head was sinking down slowly so, and I thought, I would I help you, you know. What are mates for, eh?”
“I’m going to kick your arse!” James’s chairs scooted back rubbing nosily against the stone floor while Sirius’s fell to the floor when he jumped out of it. Peter was awoken by the clamor and Remus was laughing gently to himself. The rest of Gryffindors scattered up the tower as to not be accidently stepped on or hexed by the two Marauders.