The Marauders

"That's the thing, potthead, what do you want to know. Why I was looking at Sev?" she whispered so low he almost didn't hear her.

He frowned at her cause the nickname. 'Hey, i'm drug free..." He started.

"Um, yeah, sure!"

Lydia giggled at the drugfree comment. "Well, I'll explain it later when there aren't so many other people. Lrt's just say for two people in rival houses we have a lot more in common."

~Ok......recap!~

~Um, well James saw Lydia walking around after curfew, she refused under any circumstances to go back to the GCR, so he brought her into the private DADA class~

~So....your all still there?~

~Yep!!!~

James sighed, shaking his head. "You're confusing..." He commented.

"Am I?" she asked confused. "Look James. Inot only have most slytherins hating me but all of gryffindor now. I can't get a moment's peace, and if I do it's because I'm asleep or you know with Remus."

"Uh! You aren't at peace with me?" He asked innocently, acting like this hurt him deeply.

Lydia shook her head. "No, I am James. It's just the others." she said looking at the desk timidly before glancing up.

"Erm..." He started, signalling that he was lost/confused once more. Lydia just wasn't making sense right now, at least not to him...

Lydia shook her head. "You'll see tomorrow at breakfast, more than likely." she said .

James was about to ask, 'see what?' but decided against it at the last second. He shrugged, muttering, "Ok..." before starting a small scetch on a random piece of parchment he found on the ground nead their feet.

Evans was collapsed on a sofa near the great fire. A scroll was clutched in her hand explaining her father's death clearly. Tears dripped from her eyes. "Why did he have to die?" she muttered.

James yawned loudly, stretching. it had been a long night of patroling the school, which no action happening whatsoever. He looked over to see Evns crying over a piece of parchment. He approached her.

Her face was cradled in her arms. The parchment slipped from her hand.

Snape was tired.
A night of patrolling the halls-nothing to do.

Lydia, as usual had sneaked out and past potter and evans. She was getting use to this stuff. She turned the corner and bumped into snape.

James picked the letter and read it. "Oh..." He dropped it and pulled Lily into a hug.