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"You are one work of art."
"It's nice to see you too, James." Lily said with a pleasant smile as she sat next to him in the unusually crowded library, drawing stares. "I guess I should ask if you have a girlfriend."
"Not at the moment. Are you interested in fulfilling the position?"
"Not at the moment." Lily mocked. "I just don't relish the idea of being attacked by a jealous girlfriend."
"I don't date jealous girls."
"You don't, do you? What if it's a sudden personality twist?"
"Normal people don't have 'sudden personality twists'. And even if they did, they would be the people I tried to avoid."
"I think Sirius is one of those sort of people."
"I think you're one of those sort of people."
"That was rude."
"We've already established I'm ruder than the average golden boy. And you really shouldn't be pointing out rudeness, considering you blabbed by secret!"
"Everybody already knew that stupid secret!" Lily said, slapping her palms on the table in frustration, causing the nearby occupants to look up at her again.
"Remus didn't know what I was looking for."
"You act like it's a big deal. Really, peop-" Lily found herself pulled not harshly from her chair, and propelled across the room. "What?"
"If you feel the need to interfere in my own personal business, you can interfere where other people don't hear us. Accio chairs." James pointed his wand at two unoccupied chairs from opposite sides of the room, making them rocket across the room, and lowered his voice slightly. "In case you're too thick to realize, I would prefer that the entire magical community didn't know that I am trying to find my father."
"That statement has boundless layers of stupidity in it. So many, in fact, I'm not going to comment further on it." As James dropped her bookbag in her lap, she drew out a few books. "I'll wait until you crack."
"Aren't you the witty one."
"You really are an annoying prat."
"And you really are an insufferably snoopy little girl, and I refuse to continue this conversation." James opened up a newspaper and began scanning. Lily, for lack of anything better to do, since her Transfiguration homework was nearly impossible, watched his gray irises dart back and forth. "Don't you have anything else better to do?"
"Nope."
"I don't see how you can carry a relationship with Junior when you're spending all this time stalking me."
"Don't worry about it."
"So why won't you leave me alone now?"
"I'm curious."
"So? What makes you so special among the hundreds of other curious witches and wizards?"
"I guessed on my own. Nobody told me. I have no previous experience with your family, bad or otherwise, and I still figured it out. That should be worth something."
"I'll give you a cookie to leave me alone."
Lily laughed, finding the buy-off amusing. "Not hardly. I will start negotiating at a cake."
"Then by all means, let's proceed to the kitchen." James smiled, albeit reluctantly, at her, and didn't make an attempt to get up. After a little bit, he sighed. "Get a paper and start looking."
"Great…great. So how exactly are you going to go from scanning papers to finding your dad?"
"Simple. My family gets their faces pasted across the papers if they so much as set foot outside our door. I will merely locate every article featuring my mother around the time of my fated conception."
"So why does this have to be a secret? People go searching for their parents every single day."
James rolled his eyes. "There is a point, Lily, when naivete merges into stupidity. You obviously don't know the Slytherins and how much they hate me."
"How much do they hate you?"
"I'm captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. I beat out their own golden child, Severus Snape, for Head Boy. I have top marks in all of my classes, including traditionally Slytherin-ruled subjects. Figure it out."
"Oh. I see. So they would rub it in?"
"What a keen observation." He answered sarcastically, which was pretty much his typical tone of voice to one of Lily's most keen observations.
"Why are you so angry?"
"With what?"
"The world?"
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