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FIC: One Long Night
by Anya (dancinggoldfish)
at February 1st, 2006 (10:22 pm)

current mood: happy
current song: "Plastic Plan" - CKY

Author: dancinggoldfish
Challenge: #12 - While patrolling the school, Head Boy James and Head Girl Lily wind up being locked in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom all night long with an uncooperative Myrtle.
Title: One Long Night
Summary: James and Lily are stuck with each other due to a series of mistakes while they're patrolling. Lily's within an inch of killing James, James is finding himself rethinking his attraction to the redhead, but somehow, they survive it, and maybe even become friends?
Warning: Language, graphic threats
Word Count: 4189
Rating: Teen/Mature
Notes: Written a bit hastily, but looked over thoroughly. Sorry about the delay in getting it in!


Lily Evans looked down at the note Remus Lupin had handed her from Albus Dumbledore, excusing the Gryffindor prefect from that night’s patrol, and chewed on her lip a bit before she looked up again. “Look, Remus, it’s not that I don’t trust you,” she began, noting that his face paled further, if that was at all possible, and his expression became shuttered, “but is there anything you want to tell me?”

“No,” he replied quietly with great finality. “And I would really appreciate it if you stopped prying into my affairs.”

She ignored his words, press on despite the embarrassed blush threatening to overwhelm her skin. “I know that Potter can be pretty persuasive–”

“For all the good that does him with you,” he interrupted.

“– and charming and every couple of weeks, I’ve noticed that you have to beg off patrol. And almost always Potter just happens to be available to fill your shoes. Don’t you think that’s a bit suspicious, from my point of view? Is he bullying you into switching patrols – is that why you don’t want to talk about it?” she finished, looking up at him earnestly.

Now his cheekbones were dark red, and he shook his head, mumbling something she couldn’t catch. Finally, he fixed her with a bright gaze. “No, nothing like that. James is my mate – of course he knows first if I have some conflict that cannot be rescheduled or the like.” He shrugged. “And if he happens to take advantage of that in order to secure your attention – that was not my intention, I assure you.”

She pressed a hand against his shoulder, squeezed. “Alright, Remus, I believe you.” She could feel the muscles under her hand physically loosen as he relaxed. “I may not like the circumstances it puts me in, but I don’t blame you for it – well, only a little.” Her teeth flashed in a grin that was so similar in character to James’s, Remus couldn’t help but smile back.

“Thank you, Lily.”

“It’s not a problem. And Remus – if there is anything you want to talk to me about, feel free to stop by.” She gave his shoulder one last easy squeeze, then disappeared down the corridor. If she had happened to glance back over her shoulder, even just once, she would have seen Remus slumped against the wall, visibly shaking. But she didn’t, intent instead on her search for her Head Boy counterpart, and so Remus’s secret escaped, undiscovered.

She came across Potter, Black, and Pettigrew re-entering the school through the main doors purely by chance. She’d decided to check the Gryffindor common room one last time, and was just about to head up the front stairs when the three had blown in, clad in Quidditch gear. “Potter,” she said sharply, interrupting their easy banter. “I’ll meet you at eight o’clock in the common room. Don’t you dare be late.”

Anxious to leave before she was trapped by uncomfortable questions, she turned back to the stairs. A clatter behind her drew her attention though, and she found herself looking over her shoulder in time to see Black cursing as Potter’s Quidditch gear fell to the floor through his unprepared hands, and his bespectacled friend easily taking the steps three at a time. “Was that a date, Evans?” he asked, grinning broadly, fingers locking about her wrist as he turned her to face him.

“Hardly,” she replied, forcing herself to keep the amusement out of her voice. “We have patrol. Remus has some problem and was excused by Dumbledore.” Removing his hand from her wrist was difficult, but she managed to pry it off. “I suggest you keep your hands to yourself, Potter.”

The concern – and seriousness – that had clouded his face disappeared as he leered at her. “No illicit groping in dark classrooms then?”

“None,” she replied firmly. “Don’t be late, Potter, or I’ll scalp you.”

“Of course not.” The leer was gone; he was grinning easily – one might even call it charmingly – and she shook her head over how quickly his emotions had changed. As she turned towards the stairs, his voice behind her drew her back. “Uh, Evans,” he began, and she turned, resigned to another request for a date. “Was Remus alright?”

“Of course,” she replied, surprised at how solemn his voice was. “Why wouldn’t he?”

“No reason,” he answered grinning again. “Well, we’ll see you around, Evans!” he declared before clattering up the stairs, his friends following him, leaving her by herself in the hallway, shaking her head with the amusement she hadn’t let him see before.

She, as luck would have it, was the one who was late, rushing into the common room at eight-oh-nine. Potter was sprawled across one of the couches, tossing a Quaffle back and forth with Black. She smiled, then hid the expression, putting her hands on her hips and commenting, “Isn’t there some rule about having Quidditch supplies in the common room, Potter?”

“I do believe that I hear my sweet love’s voice, Sirius,” his drawling voice replied as he swung upwards on the couch. “One would think that you would be nicer, since you’re late, after you specifically threatened to scalp me if I was late.”

She flushed all over. “Expect the unexpected, Potter,” she retorted. “Shall we go?”

He looked at her for a long moment, and she was afraid that he was going to cause a scene, but then he shrugged and tossed the Quaffle back to Black, who fielded it easily. “Never let it be said that I deny my love’s desires,” he replied.

She rolled her eyes, plucked his fingers from the sleeve of her blue jumper. “Yeah, because that would be a terrible thing,” she retorted sarcastically.

“Well, hurry along,” Black interrupted as he threw himself down on the couch Potter had vacated. “I’d hate to detain the lovebirds.”

Lily groaned mentally. This was why she hated spending time around Potter and his friends. Potter would hit on her, Black would make some obnoxious comment about her supposed relationship with Potter, and while Remus and Pettigrew weren’t there, she could imagine their reactions to her presence. Remus would flush uncomfortably and murmur to Potter and Black that they should stop while Pettigrew would continue to egg them on until she lost her temper and nearly hexed them. “That’s cute, Black, real cute,” she snapped. “Think of that all by yourself?”

“Come on, Evans, let’s go,” Potter said, his hand hovering about her body as if he wished to pull her along, but didn’t dare. “We’re running late.”

Lily growled at him – actually growled at him – but let him lead her out of the Common Room. It was hardly a good way to start off the night, and it simply got steadily worse from there. Lily had intended to apologize to Potter for being late, but as always, spending more than thirty seconds with Potter had resulted in a firm animosity towards the black-haired boy.

His wand was out – despite the strict rule against magic in the corridors – and he had spent the last fifteen minutes – all nine hundred seconds – of their patrol practicing a series of lightning charms. Normally, Lily would have found it quite useful given the darkened corridors of Hogwarts if first of all, he would desist in aiming the spell in her direction. After forty-three such occurrences, the excuse of “I didn’t want you to trip” was wearing more than just a little thin. And second of all, he seemed fixated on the flashiest, most obnoxious lighting spells out there, so that instead of helping her see in the quiet darkness, she was stumbling over her own two feet, blinded by the sporadic lights. And of course, magic was forbidden in the corridors. So not only was he annoying her with his spellwork, it was against the rules and she could get in trouble for his own stupidity.

Finally, after one particularly nasty combination in flashing lights right in front of her face, which in turn made her rear back, startled, and the suits of armor lining the walls, which just happened to be directly behind her, she lost it. Potter was very gracious about helping her back to her feet, but his hands lingered just a moment to long. “Potter, get your hands off me unless you want them hexed bloody,” she snarled. “And if you play with your wand one more time, I will personally ensure that it never works again.”

Potter was startled enough to stand there dumbly for a good minute before his hands dropped away as if they’d been scorched. “Evans –”

“And if you attempt to make that into any sort of innuendo, I’ll make sure both don’t work,” she hissed vehemently. “I have had it with your fooling around during patrols.”

“Wai – hold on, Evans, wait up!” he called, hurrying after her with long-legged strides, even as she sped up her walking to get away from him. “What has gotten into you, Evans?” he demanded, grabbing a hold of her arm and pulling her around, ignoring her previous threats to his well-being.

She glared up at him. “What’s gotten into me? You’ve gotten into me, Potter! You walk around as if you own the school – act as if nothing is wrong, everything’s just peachy keen! Even during patrols, you can’t stop yourself from being obnoxious and annoying. I bet you’ve never had a serious thought in your entire life.”

He pulled a face. “Aw, come on, Evans, you know that’s not fair. I’ve had plenty of serious thoughts. What’s gotten into? I thought we’d worked things out between us.”

She yanked on the end of a hank of red hair. “No, we didn’t work things out between us – I basically bent over backwards, trying to work with you, and I’m sick of it. You don’t’ do anything unless blackmailed into it, you spend far too much of your time in detention for a Head Boy, and I would swear that you were bent on causing trouble with every breath you drew.” She took a breath, released her hair and smoothed the frazzled hanks. When she spoke again, her voice was cold, “Now, if you don’t mind, I would like to get this patrol over with as quickly as possible.”

Without waiting for an answer, she turned on her heel and strode off in the direction they were supposed to be patrolling. “Whoa,” Potter objected, “it’s bad form for you to walk away from me right now, Evans.”

She had no choice but to stop, green eyes flashing, as he pulled her around to face him once more, his superior strength more than enough to handle her. “Let go of me, Potter,” she spat between gritted teeth. “You are annoying, and obnoxious, and immature, and now you are encroaching into my personal space.”

He bared his teeth at her – no one could have called the expression a smile. “You call me immature, Evans? I’m not the one stalking off because things aren’t perfectly in line with the way I want them.” He shook his head. “No, we’re going to settle this, like adults.”

She glared up at him. “Let go of my hand,” she repeated, ignoring everything else he had just said. “I’d hate to have to hurt you, Potter.”

“Didn’t know you cared, Evans,” he retorted.

“Hardly.” She tossed her red hair over her shoulder. “A stint in Azkaban for murder isn’t worth killing you. Now let me go.”

His hand slipped down her arm to grip her own hand tightly, and he smirked as she glared at him and tried to yank it free. “We are going to settle this calmly, like the adults you so wish to emulate, Evans.”

“You’re going to go to hell, and the only pieces they’re ever going to find of you are your fingernails,” she replied viciously.

“Charming imagery, Evans.”

“I do aim to please.” He had no choice but to walk with her – she was moving very determinedly forward – and it was either that, or risk hurting her. So, of course, he chose to walk with her. They proceeded in that manner for another twenty minutes – her trying to escape his grip every couple of seconds, him wondering why he even bothered.

Lily was fighting not to wrap her free arm around his neck in an effort to strangle him for the frustration he was causing her. Finally, they stopped in front of the girls’ loo on the second floor, and she saw an opportunity to get him to let her go. “Potter, you need to let me go.”

“No, I don’t,” he replied mulishly.

“Yes, you do,” she insisted. “I have to check Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom, and you know how she doesn’t like you.” She fluttered her eyelashes at him in the most obnoxious manner she could think of.

“There’s no need to check Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom,” he retorted, raising an eyebrow in disbelief. “If there was anybody in there, she’d come wailing out to complain, and there’s no way in hell that anyone would want her for company.”

“Do you or do you not take your duties seriously, Potter?” Lily answered in turn. “We’re supposed to check all rooms and cupboards during our patrol. Now let me go so I can run in and check.”

Potter rolled his eyes. “If you insist, we’ll go together.”

Lily felt her plan crumbling together underneath her feet, and her smile drooped. “What? No, there’s no need! Besides, Myrtle doesn’t like you – why aggravate her?”

“Evans, I would almost think you were trying to get rid of me, if I didn’t know you better,” Potter commented, pushing his glasses up his nose with his free hand. “What’ll it hurt?” he asked as he pushed the door to the loo open. “She probably won’t even notice us, she’s so busy crying in her toilet because no one likes her.”

Lily winced even before despondent wailing filled the room. “Now you’ve done it, Potter!” she hissed as she pulled him along to the entrance.

Myrtle sped through the air to block the doorway, and the door slammed shut behind her. In the confusion, Lily managed to wrench her hand free of Potter’s, and began to back away from the obviously deranged ghost. “Let’s all make fun of Myrtle!” the shimmering girl shrieked as she flew about the room, causing stall doors to bang as she blew past them.

Unlocking spells didn’t work, on either of their parts, and Lily swung around to pace, forcing herself to ignore the wailing ghost-girl, unable to believe her bad luck. “I knew it,” she muttered to herself under her breath. “James Potter is bad luck, and I should stay far, far away from you,” she decided, her head snapping up on the last bit to glare at the bespectacled Head Boy. “This is all your fault.”

Potter winced. “My fault?” he exclaimed. “How the hell is it my fault? You were the one who insisted on coming in here!”

You were the one who insisted on joining me! And furthermore, you were the one who kept playing stupid pranks when we’re supposed to be patrolling and acted like a generally immature git!”

“If I’m an immature git, you’re a stuck-up, prissy bint, Evans. Always one for the rules, unless it suits you, and none of us are ever good enough!” he shouted back at her.

She glared hotly at him, their faces so close their noses were practically touching them. “Then why don’t you leave me alone, Potter?” she taunted.

“Excellent piece of advice,” he shot back. “I think I’ll take it.”



The two stormed off in opposite directions in the girls’ loo. Lily collapsed onto the floor, then leaned her head back against the wall. Instead of focusing on the hysteria that was encroaching on her mind, she forced herself to think on ways to get out of being trapped with Potter for several hours – for, she had to admit to herself, no one would be coming to look for them until they’d been gone for a while.

“I like having company,” the girlish voice said.

Lily focused her attention forward, to see the ghost-girl Myrtle practically in her lap, cooing up at her. “Bloody hell!” she swore, automatically rearing away from the shimmering ghost. She cursed some more as her head ricocheted off the wall she’d been leaning against. “What are you doing, Myrtle?” she asked, too tired to think of a way to make the question polite.

“Why, making conversation, of course,” Myrtle replied, giggling in an affected manner Lily found highly irritating. “That’s what you came here for, isn’t it?”

“No, we were just doing a quick check to make sure no one was here before we finished patrols,” Lily replied, yawning.

Myrtle’s face crumpled and she began to wail again. “I’m nobody, is that it? To make sure nobody’s here? I’m always here! Am I nobody? You’re so mean, forgetting what it’s like to be alive, and free, and happy. People don’t make assumptions about you then, when you’re alive!”

The redheaded girl winced. “Jesus, Myrtle, keep it down, will you?” she muttered.

“No! I will not keep it down! You cannot tell me what to do! Just because you’re alive and I’m not doesn’t mean that you can just forget that I have feelings!” Myrtle screeched, drawing herself up to what Lily assumed was her full height. The affected giggling the Head Girl had found so irritating was nothing on the willful stubbornness the ghost-girl was displaying.

“Myrtle, shut up, alright?” Potter called from the other side of the loo. “I’m trying to get my beauty rest, and you’re not helping.”

That set the moaning ghost off again, and she flew to his side of the loo, screeching all the way, working herself up to full gear. “You hateful, hateful boy! You think it’s funny to laugh at Myrtle, make fun of Myrtle! You make jokes about me! Don’t you ever wonder what it would be like to be dead? I don’t need to wonder – I am dead! You cruel, mean, hateful boy!”

Lily smirked, but did nothing to distract Myrtle’s attention to Potter. He deserved it, she thought as she drifted off in a doze.

She woke up some time later to the ever musical notes of Myrtle’s screeching. Enough was enough. She didn’t know how long the ghost-girl had been going at it, but she had no intention of letting Myrtle run what little was left of the remnants of a decent day. “Myrtle!” she shouted, trying desperately to make her voice audible above the din. “Myrtle, if you don’t quiet yourself this instant, I’ll go to Professor Dumbledore and ask him to banish you from Hogwarts.”

That got the dead girl’s attention for a span of several seconds.

“I swear I will,” the redhead said determinedly. “Just like Olive Hornby got the Ministry to force you to leave her alone.”

With a quiet wail, Myrtle dove into one of the toilets with a splash. Her murky mutterings could still be heard from within the pipes, but it was much less of an irritant than it had been before.

“Thank you, Evans,” Potter said quietly.

Lily scoffed. “Don’t thank me; I acted out of purely selfish interest. Myrtle woke me up and gave me a headache.” There was a short pause, then she asked, “Had she been yelling at you all night?” Too late, she remembered she wasn’t talking to Potter, didn’t like Potter, never wanted to come near him again.

“No,” the Head Boy replied, “she hadn’t. Just off and on. I think she thought I was ignoring her and wanted to make sure that I couldn’t.”

“Hmm,” Lily answered, mumbling a noncommittal answer as she leaned her head back against the wall.

Silence descended after that, punctuated by Myrtle’s sobs, and the occasional dripping of a faucet. “What do you think of the Ramones?” he asked suddenly.

“What?” she replied, too startled to ignore him, turning to look at him.

“The Ramones? Muggle band? What do you think of them?”

“I know who the Ramones are,” Lily snapped. “I suppose that I like them.”

“How about the Sex Pistols?”

“They’re alright too, I guess. Why do you want to know so much?”

“Just making conversation,” Potter replied, his voice coming closer to her as he moved towards her.

“Conversation.” Her tone was flat, doubtful.

He grinned, his face finally visible in the early morning light as he began to sit down next to her. “Yes, conversation. You know what it is Evans – a group of people talking about different topics.”

She rolled her eyes, inched away from him as he slid to the floor.

“Alright, so music is out. How about films? What do you think of Jaws?” he asked.

“What are you doing, Potter?” she returned instead.

“Asking you questions? Passing the time? Making conversation?” he offered. “Take your pick.”


“Because I felt like it?” She could hear his sigh next to her after he spoke. “Come on, Lily, I was just making conversation. Stop being so suspicious.”

“It’s hard not to be, around you,” she muttered.

Potter laughed. “You say the nicest things,” he said, causing her to giggle slightly.

The silence fell between them again, this silence much more comfortable than its predecessor. “Well, Evans,” he said, “thank you.”

She was instantly wary. “Thank you for what?”

“You helped me win my bet.”

“Your bet?”

“My bet with myself that I could get you to laugh at least once tonight,” he told her. “You helped me win it.”

“A bet – with yourself,” she said slowly.

“That’s right. And you helped me win!”

Lily shook her head. “You are, by far, one of the most ridiculous people that I’ve ever met, Potter.”

“Such a lovely compliment, Evans.”

“Prongs? Evans?” Sirius Black’s voice interrupted the comfortableness of the moment. “You guys in here?”

“Black!” Lily shot to her feet, smoothed her rumpled jumper. “How did you know where to find us? What took you so long?” she demanded through the door.

“Evans,” Potter whispered, his quiet voice slipping to her ear.

“What?” she asked, turning her attention away from the door to look at him. She was startled to note his lips hovering mere inches from hers, and then they were on hers for a brief, shining instant before he pulled away.

“I apologize,” he said. “I should never have taken advantage of you that way. I apologize.”

“Potter –” she began.

The door to Myrtle’s loo swung open before she could say anything else, and an exuberant Black filled the entrance. “There you lot are! We’ve been looking for you!”

All Lily could manage was a weak smile. “I think I’ll go get some sleep then. I’m very tired.”

After she had left the loo, she could hear Black’s loud voice, now muted, as he asked, “What happened here?”

“A wild and crazy orgy, Padfoot. I’m sorry you missed it,” James retorting, mumbling.

“Sounds like some good, clean fun, then?”

“Of course,” Potter retorted.


Lily decided that she really, really didn’t like James Potter, and the next person who asked her about her “secret passionate affair” with her co-Head was going to get it with both guns. Ever since they’d been trapped together in Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom, she had been unable to escape such questions.

“Hey, Evans, wait up!”

The call behind her had her turning around and glaring at the owner of its voice. “I blame all of you for this, Potter,” she declared as he approached her.

He faltered only slightly. “Me? What did I do?”

“You’re the one that got us trapped in Myrtle’s loo!” she exclaimed. “And ever since then, everyone’s been asking me about my grand, secret, passionate affair with you! I even had a girl ask how big your – your wand was!”

Potter choked on what she suspected was either laughter or surprise. “My wand, huh? You know, Evans, if you wanted to see it, all you had to do was ask.”

This time it was her turn to choke, except it was more of a combination of embarrassment and shock. “That wasn’t what I was trying to hint at, Potter!”

He grinned, slung an easy arm around her shoulders. “Of course it wasn’t, Evans.” His arm across her back and shoulders propelled her forward, forcing her to walk alongside him in the very intimate fashion of having his body so close to hers. “What do you say, Evans? Do you think we could be friends?”

She smiled, couldn’t help but be charmed, yet didn’t mind it. “Perhaps. Why, Potter? You need some?”

He laughed. “I always need friends, Evans. People to fill my need for sycophantic followers.” That got a giggle out of her, and he smiled as he continued, “Now, I need some advice…”

A sixth year Gryffindor watched them go, sighing, before leaning over to jab her friend in the ribs. “I told you they were going out!” she hissed. “Now pay up!”


Posted by: Crime Scene Investigating Champion of Justice (astronomylover)
Posted at: February 2nd, 2006 08:11 pm (UTC)

This was excellent, especially the ending. Everyone would be betting over Lily and James getting together. Keep up the wonderful work, and if you ever need a beta, let me know.

Posted by: Anya (dancinggoldfish)
Posted at: February 9th, 2006 03:38 am (UTC)
Lily & James Art

Thank you! I'm glad you liked it so much - and you might want to be careful about that beta offer, you might just find yourself being taken up on that ;p

Posted by: Crime Scene Investigating Champion of Justice (astronomylover)
Posted at: February 9th, 2006 08:39 pm (UTC)

I wouldn't mind whatsoever. I'd love to be able to read the chapters before everyone else - and plus, grammar errors really bother me. Don't know why, they just do.

Posted by: Anya (dancinggoldfish)
Posted at: February 14th, 2006 12:09 am (UTC)
Hermione Green

How lovely! Anything specific that you prefer - ships, time periods, fandoms, characters, genres, ratings...?

Posted by: Crime Scene Investigating Champion of Justice (astronomylover)
Posted at: February 14th, 2006 01:21 am (UTC)

Well, any rating is okay with me. I generally read James/Lily, Ron/Hermione, Harry/Ginny, and Remus/Tonks stories, but if you have something else you want me to beta, just ask. I think that's about it... if you have something that you're not sure of, just email me asking. dadsbbd@comcast.net

I look forward to reading your stories!

Posted by: Anya (dancinggoldfish)
Posted at: February 20th, 2006 02:15 am (UTC)
Viktor Krum Champion

Oh, quite fabulous! I'll definitely keep you in mind the next time I need a beta ;p

I don't have anything new written just yet, but I do have a ton of stuff posted over at brightest_light that I urge you to check out :D

Posted by: Crime Scene Investigating Champion of Justice (astronomylover)
Posted at: February 21st, 2006 08:26 pm (UTC)

I'll make sure to do so! Thanks for keeping me in mind.

Posted by: Anya (dancinggoldfish)
Posted at: February 28th, 2006 01:59 pm (UTC)
Lily & James Art

Lovely! Actually, if you'd be willing, would you like to beta this before I put it up on brightest_light?

Posted by: Crime Scene Investigating Champion of Justice (astronomylover)
Posted at: February 28th, 2006 08:18 pm (UTC)
Harry Potter Made Obsolete

I just want to make sure - you want me to beta THIS story? If you say yes, I'd love to.

Posted by: Anya (dancinggoldfish)
Posted at: March 1st, 2006 12:45 pm (UTC)
Harry Potter

Yes, THIS story. It wasn't beta-ed because I finished it late, and I would like to get it beta-ed (because I've already caught a couple of my mistakes).

Love the icon, by the way :D

Posted by: Crime Scene Investigating Champion of Justice (astronomylover)
Posted at: March 1st, 2006 10:24 pm (UTC)
Harry Potter Made Obsolete

Okay, I've beta'd the story - you did a really nice job, I didn't find too many errors. How would you like me to get the edited copy to you?'

Also, thanks for the comment about the icon - it's one of my favorites.

Posted by: Anya (dancinggoldfish)
Posted at: March 18th, 2006 07:49 pm (UTC)
Lily & James Art

Whoa, good thing I check my inbox ;p Um, why don't you email it to me? My email is babblinggoldfish171@yahoo.com.

It is a very lovely icon :D

Posted by: Crime Scene Investigating Champion of Justice (astronomylover)
Posted at: March 19th, 2006 01:20 am (UTC)
Harry Potter Made Obsolete

Okay, I emailed you the beta'd version of the story. I hope everything's okay and that I didn't miss anything. If you have any questions or need me to beta something else, just email me. Also, if you want to chat, I'd like that too!

Posted by: starslight (dulcepericulum)
Posted at: February 5th, 2006 04:59 am (UTC)
team black!

I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but what I really loved was the brief appearances of Sirius and Remus. I thought the whole thing was very well written, but for some reason the other tw Marauders, particularly Remus, struck me.

Good work!

Posted by: Anya (dancinggoldfish)
Posted at: February 9th, 2006 03:44 am (UTC)
Lily & James Art

Now why on earth would I take that the wrong way? I always love to hear that the other Maruaders were well done, and striking, especially since I don't feel entirely comfortable with their characters yet and are still working them out :D

I'm glad you liked it!

Posted by: kivx (kivx)
Posted at: March 5th, 2006 12:53 pm (UTC)

Brilliant. I loved it!

Posted by: Anya (dancinggoldfish)
Posted at: March 18th, 2006 08:10 pm (UTC)
Darcy & Bingley

Thank you! I'm glad you liked it so much :D

Posted by: sobohemian (sobohemian)
Posted at: April 27th, 2006 07:31 pm (UTC)

I really loved this. I love one-shots, as I don't have to (impatiently) wait for chapters and such. ^^ Lovely work. LilyxJames owns. As do you.
It was... realistic. Most aren't.
That's why I love it so.
Keep it up!

Posted by: Anya (dancinggoldfish)
Posted at: May 7th, 2006 09:25 pm (UTC)
Lily & James

Thank you! *blushes* Wow, thank you! I worked hard to make it realistic and such, so I'm glad to know it was appreciated. And if you like Lily/James (as you obviously do ;p), I have some more posted over at brightest_light. There is at least one other one shot, plus a chapter fic.

Thank you! :D

Posted by: sobohemian (sobohemian)
Posted at: May 8th, 2006 03:44 pm (UTC)

Consider them read.

Posted by: Anya (dancinggoldfish)
Posted at: May 9th, 2006 12:01 am (UTC)
Lily & James Art

Fabulous ;p

Posted by: Paws (rowzy)
Posted at: July 9th, 2010 08:12 pm (UTC)

beautifuly written. i loved it, it was safe and not over the top yet interesting and juicy ! :D I simply loved it.

Posted by: thehellcatshala (thehellcatshala)
Posted at: December 11th, 2011 04:34 am (UTC)

I think I'm a little bit late, but still... Even after years I think this is beautiful. People suddenly started hating on James after Deathly Hallow's conclusion, but I still think he's one of the best characters of Harry Potter, and he wasn't really portrayed on the books! And you did it perfectly. Congrats!

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