"James Potter, i would e ashamed to lower myself to the level of where it seems my intellegence can serve no purpose and I have to use brute strength. Please, I beg of you to stop this ridiculous feud. I'm not moving." Lydia's eyes were starting to fill with tears. James was her best friend and she didn't want him to go looking for trouble.
James glared with anger at Snapes' retreating figure. He growled in frustration. Lily looked pretty darn angry too, with James.
"If you're done making a fool outta yourself..." she muttered, recieving a less hatred filled glare. "then lets go." James didn't, however, argue. The two began the other direction, and Lily aughed, rumpling his already messy hair.