Professor Evans: A Sample of Chapter One, She Plots

Hello, hello.

I decide that it would be fun to post up a sample of Professor Evans, a fanfic cowriting project between Stefani and I. I totally fell in love with the idea when she told me about it on MSN. It's Johm Tucker Must Die, Harry Potter and.... a pinch of.... well, something and I haven't decided yet what is it. But I absolutely love it. And with permission of my co writer, Stefani, here's a snippit of Chapter One: She Plots. We're still half way through chapter two: He isn't suspicious.

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Chapter One: She Plots
Lily left the Great Hall next to her, hoping that their particular scene wouldn't escalate. When would James ever give up on her?
When would he that Sirius was right?
Sirius followed them, as well, and once they were well out of earshot of anyone still at breakfast, James stopped, he stopped, and so did the other two.
"If I'm right...why can't you just ask me in front of the others?"
Lily knew that James would not shy away from a crowd, especially when he wanted to impress her.
"You don't have to worry about it," James said. "I wouldn't do it to you."
Lily stared at James contemptuously.
"What makes me any different than the other girls?" she asked.
"Most of them aren't redheads...aren't green-eyed...aren't named Lily...especially all in one," offered Sirius, then, as an afterthought, "...and he named his last owl after you."
Marlene exchanged glances with Lily.
"What are you playing at?"
"...You asked a question, I answered," Sirius replied innocently.
"She asked me a question," James pointed out, though he had no answer ready for it.
Lily looked unimpressed. "No one names their owl ‘Lily'."
"Right as usual, Evans!"
"Black, shut it, you're as bad as he is!"
Sirius turned his back to the three, hands in the air, tone...exasperated. "I answer her questions, I compliment her and she tells me to shut it. Prongs, remind me why you want to go out with this one again?"
James did not remind him.
He turned from Lily and Marlene, also, and they walked away. Not a sound was heard from either until a good distance down the hall when they resumed conversation, sounding perfectly, joyfully casual.
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Hehe. As usual, James is hitting on Lily. If I were Lily, one good ol' slap across the face would do.

Until chappie 2 is done,
Sam