Summary: Lily Evans finds that her first day as Head
Girl has its ups and downs, and one or two surprises. (An outtake from “A Most Unusual Student”.)
I do not own JK Rowling’s characters, or make any claim to them. <span style="mso-spacerun:
yes"> </span>She invented them and the wonderful world of
Hogwarts. I am just happily visiting her world for a while.
hugged and kissed her parents, assuring them that of course she would have a
wonderful last year at school; yes, she would write soon and tell them all
about her first week as Head Girl. Would have been nice for Petunia to come too,
this last time, but that might mean she’d meet one of those ‘freaks’. Oh well … Hitching her bag securely over her shoulder,
Lily wheeled her trunk towards the barrier.
A burly purple-jacketed guard waved her on – Ministry official, she
presumed – and next thing she was surrounded by the familiar start of term
chaos on the crowded platform.
not to feel too self-conscious about the silver badge pinned to the front of
her jacket, she muttered a Levitation charm over her trunk and started to
manoeuvre it towards the front of the train, eyes scanning the crowd for her
friends and the other prefects. Progress
was slow: the little badge seemed to announce itself like a blazing neon sign,
and she found herself constantly pausing to answer the greetings and
congratulations that showered her from all sides. They
seem genuinely pleased I’m Head Girl, she thought. I just
hope I can live up to it all … wish I knew who’s Head Boy …
waved to Portia Staples and Ambrose Mitchell, the seventh year Slytherin
prefects, who seemed to be caught up in a group of parents and relatives. He’s
not wearing the badge, so it’s not Ambrose, though I half expected it – he’s
not one of the Dark crowd. Must be
Charles Plummer then – Remus is a lovely person, but he isn’t really a Head
Boy, and I can’t see Robert Goodall being appointed. Too officious.
ahead, someone called her name, and to her relief she saw Amanda Fisher and
Fiona Martin waving and beckoning from a large group of fellow seventh years. I
thought Fiona might have been Head Girl – hope she’s not too upset. But when she reached them, the Ravenclaw
prefect was the first to hug her and offer best wishes.
knew you’d be Head Girl,” Fiona enthused.
“I’m so glad for you - as if they’d appoint any one else!” Remus was next, kissing her shyly on the
cheek as he wished her well and said how pleased he was; then the others were
crowding around, hugging her, patting her on the back, everyone speaking at
once. Peter, Susan, Amanda, Jeffrey …
they were all there. So Remus wasn’t Head Boy either.
owe me five Galleons, Potter.” Sirius’
voice carried above the others, and she turned to face the inevitable duo. Well, I’ve
managed for two years as a prefect – another one shouldn’t be too hard.
looking Head Girl in years.” Sirius
seized her and spun her into an exuberant hug, planting a kiss on each cheek almost
before she realised what was happening.
“And you’re the best person for the job too,” he murmured as he released
her, grey eyes meeting hers in a disconcertingly shrewd look. “You’ll be fine. I really mean it.”
at this unexpected vote of confidence, she found herself thanking him, even as
she braced to deal with the inevitable reaction from James.
matching silver badge to her own winked and glittered in front of her.
James? How … what … how could he be? James was Head Boy? Quidditch Captain and now Head Boy? But … he wasn’t even a prefect! How … what was Dumbledore doing? How could James Potter be Head Boy? She stepped back, raising her eyes
to his face, hoping that her confusion didn’t show. She could feel her cheeks growing red: why
didn’t he say something? Why is he just looking at me like that? Why is everything suddenly so quiet?
Girl, meet Head Boy. His name’s James
Potter, by the way. Head Boy, your Head
Girl. I believe her name is Lily Evans.” I’ll definitely kill Sirius later, Lily
Lily.” There was genuine warmth in
James’ voice and smile.
she managed to respond in kind. “Thank you, James. And to you too.”
quite the Head Boy you expected?” he teased.
He had no right to have eyes that
could twinkle so much behind glasses. “No. I thought Head Boys were supposed to be
law-abiding people who set a good example to the rest of the school.”
mean, like perfectly behaved Head Girls?
Or is that perfect Head Girls?” Damn that
twinkle and the way the corners of his eyes crinkle like that. Though at least my detention records will fit
on six inches of parchment, unlike his.
may be a prefect, but I’ve never pretended to be perfect,” she quipped, realising too late that she had left herself
to her confusion, he didn’t rise to the challenge. Again, merely that maddening scrutiny and knowing
smile. She felt herself growing warm; her
cheeks must be as red as her hair by now.
She knew the others were watching, but somehow the only people in the
world were the two of them.
… Lily, I need to speak to you alone. Just
for a moment.” She was about to retort that it was no use
asking her out yet again, but the words stuck in her throat. The tone of his voice, the sudden slight
frown - something wasn’t right. Out of
the corner of her eye, she registered that despite his previous jocularity,
Sirius too was no longer smiling.
Now. Please, Lily.” Please?
Since when did James ask like
Lily, I’ll put your trunk on the train.”
She allowed Remus to take it; somewhere in the background, a cloud of steam
hissed and whooshed from the Hogwarts engine.
what’s so important, James?” She stepped
aside to the shelter of a nearby pillar and stood with arms crossed. He’s
got new glasses – they’re a different shape.
Not black this time – tortoiseshell.
They suit him. And his hair’s a
bit longer. Still messy though …
called me by Floo early this morning. Your
home’s not on the network, so he asked me to tell you.” James took a deep breath, and continued in a
low voice. “There was another Death
Eater raid last night – it won’t have been in today’s Prophet, and maybe hasn’t been on the WWN news yet.”
“Who … who was killed this time?” She
Appleton and his family. All of them. Their
farm’s rather isolated, so it wasn’t discovered for a few hours, even though
the Dark Mark was overhead.”
Not Derwent. Not the Appletons! She thought of the fourth
year Hufflepuff in their Charms Club, a tow-headed boy with a gap-toothed smile
who’d started going out with Pearl Goldman from Gryffindor. She’d sometimes noticed them holding hands as
they left Club meetings, and on one evening’s patrol Remus, slightly
embarrassed, had discovered them kissing enthusiastically in the alcove behind
Sir Mallory’s statue. Derwent was the
eldest of four – younger twin sisters and a brother, all in Hufflepuff.
She couldn’t even find the usual expressions
of sorrow. It was so unfair - they were just normal people, trying to live a
normal life, and now the Death Eaters had come and …
unaccountably threatened. Angrily, she pushed
back her hair, hoping a surreptitious swipe with her sleeve would get rid of
any telltale moisture. I’m not
going to cry in front of James Potter. Not
on the first day of term. Not ever. I’m the Head Girl, and Head Girls don’t cry in
was standing very close to her, shielding her from passing students. “I’m sorry, Lily. You OK?”
His voice came from somewhere above her.
“Yes. Just – just shocked. Derwent - he was …” She
took a deep breath, blinking rapidly as she focused on the silver badge pinned
so firmly to the front of his jumper. I am not going to cry.
“I know. The Appletons were a good family. I didn’t know him very well, but he seemed like
a nice kid.” A pause. “Dumbledore’s going to tell the school this
evening of course, but he wanted us to know before the prefects’ meeting. He’d made Derwent a prefect this year, and the
others might ask why there’s no Hufflepuff fifth year boy.”
are we supposed to say?”
nothing, but he’ll leave it up to us. He
said Derwent missed the train once before when he was ill, so people may think
that’s why. Though if they don’t see the
other Appletons …”
else they’ll think his parents have taken them out of school.” She met his eyes squarely. “How many won’t be coming back this year,
know. Sirius and I got here very early,
tried to head count those in our year.
So far, everyone’s back. Even the
Slytherins - alas. Don’t know about
other years though.”
Patrolling with Sirius already. “Sirius is going to be your trusted assistant, is
he?” she snapped.
eyes narrowed. “I hope I have a trusted
Head Girl as my equal partner this
year.” There was a gentle rebuke in his
That was bitchy of me. “Sorry, James – I shouldn’t have said that.”
need him this year. With all his jokes
and mayhem,” he replied, his expression softening. “He won’t let us down. And you know what he thinks of the Dark
smiling while people are dying and the world is falling down around us?”
like that. At least in public.”
nodded, and they stood there in sudden awkward silence. The war
isn’t going to end soon. There’ll be
more deaths - we won’t want to read the paper, in case we see the name of
someone we know. Just hope Mum and Dad
will be safe – haven’t told them very much about what’s going on – they
wouldn’t really understand - hope they won’t be targets because I’m Head
She pushed that thought down very firmly: it
had kept her lying awake at times ever since the letter with its little silver
badge had arrived from Hogwarts a week ago.
A Muggle-born Head Girl – if she wasn’t already a target, her parents
Maybe I should have done something -
I know some good defensive charms, I could have put a few up, but they wouldn’t
stop Death Eaters for very long. I could
have even asked Remus to come and help me – he’d probably have brought James
and Sirius – they know much more about those things than I do, and I know they’d
have helped – maybe we could have done it at night so’s not to worry Mum and
Dad - but it really wouldn’t matter. I
can’t protect Dad at work, or Mum when she goes shopping - they can’t do magic,
they could be killed anywhere – so could Petunia ... At least we’ll be safe with Dumbledore at
Hogwarts. But he’ll expect us to set an
example - we can’t show we’re frightened too - I don’t know if I can do that all the time - but
James is strong. Wouldn’t matter what
happened – he’d never let people see he was scared.
James is strong. The thought startled her: she turned it over
carefully, examining it for flaws. But I’ve always known that. Ever since first year. I could kill him sometimes when he and Sirius
behave like gits – but underneath it all he’s just - a strong person. And he was better last term – not so
big-headed. I’m glad he’s Head Boy. That
realisation had been lurking there too, ever since she saw his badge. She faced the idea, prodded it, shied away
and came back to it. It was still
there, as steady and solid as James himself.
I AM glad he’s Head Boy – none of the others would have been right for the job – they just aren’t
... Head Boys. People look up to James, they follow him, he’s
a leader. And I can trust him - I need
someone I can rely on. What did he say
just now? ‘A trusted Head Girl as my
equal partner’ - we’ve both got to trust each other - we have to work together
“Lily.” He reached out and hesitantly put a hand on
hers. His fingers were warm; his hand
covered hers easily. Last year she would
have shaken it off, but now his touch was strangely reassuring.
not going to be easy this year. This war
– we’ll have to help Dumbledore hold things together at school. He needs us.
You and me. We’re not going to
let Voldemort win.”
Where did he get this confidence,
this assurance? How does he know what I’ve
just been thinking? Doesn’t he have
doubts too? How can he say that name
when so many others can’t? When did he
suddenly - grow up?
train whistle gave three loud blasts, saving her from the need to reply. Doors slammed, voices called out.
“C’mon. We’ll miss the train.” He seized her hand, pulling her towards the
nearest carriage. She scrambled aboard
just as it started to move, a familiar figure reaching down to haul her inside before
grabbing James, who was swinging up behind her. The train gathered speed, rocking as it
crossed some points, and she clutched a doorframe to stop herself falling against
it a bit fine, you two. Mustn’t leave
the Head Boy and Girl behind – questions would
be asked!” Sirius was smiling, but she caught
his wordless exchange with James.
find a suitable way to stop the train for us,” she retorted, and he
carriage is that way,” he jerked his head.
“Remus put your stuff in there, Lily.
They’re probably all waiting for you.”
He stood aside to let them pass, and James followed her down the swaying
paused outside the door to the prefects’ compartment, listening to the murmur
of voices and occasional laughter. How were they going to react? What will they think about James? Will we have to tell them about Derwent – it’d
be a horrible way to start the year. She turned to glance at James, once again
oddly glad of his presence.
the lion’s den?” he suggested. “Courage, my lovely lioness - we’re
Gryffindors!” He winked, reached across
her and turned the door handle. “After
was quite unprepared for the cheering and clapping that greeted them, spending
the next few moments in another flurry of good wishes, hugs, kisses and
handshakes. She was dimly aware that
James too was receiving congratulations; he seemed totally at ease, shaking
hands, smiling, and joking. Once the
initial fuss had died down, she spent several minutes seeking out the new fifth
year prefects, trying to say a few personal words to each of them. If the newcomers were startled at James’
appointment, they didn’t show it: indeed, she suspected that one or two of them
were quite taken with the prospect of being closer to their idol.
last the noise died away and everyone took their places. Feeling proud yet strangely vulnerable, Lily settled
into one of the two ornate seats traditionally reserved for Head Boy and Head
Girl, and took out the notes she’d prepared yesterday for the meeting. She wondered briefly whether James would want
to speak first, and darted him a quick look.
He smiled, and she realised that for once in his life, James Potter was
quite content to let her take the lead. She
cleared her throat and took a deep breath.
a moment, Lily. Think we’re missing a
fifth year Hufflepuff,” said Wendy Chetwood, the seventh year from that
House. “Don’t know who it’s supposed to
be though. You know, Violet?” The fifth year girl shook her head mutely
I don’t like deceiving them. Do we say something? She glanced surreptitiously at James again, raising an
eyebrow, but he shook his head slightly.
“No,” he mouthed soundlessly. “Go on.”
heard some parents are taking their children direct to the school. Using the Knight Bus. Won’t let them go on the train,” said Enid
Chilton, the sixth year Gryffindor. “If they’re not here by now, let’s get started
then. Maybe that’s it.” Lily forced a bright smile. “So here we are, a new year, and some new
faces.” She looked down at her notes,
and managed not to drop them. The words
“Well done – just keep going” were
scrawled across the page in faintly glowing letters. A second or two later, they’d vanished. Wandless
magic like that – he is good. She
took another deep breath.
other Head Girls, she’d tried to plan a short speech that morning – nothing too
formal, just a bit of a welcome - but the events of the last hour had somehow
made it irrelevant. So she found herself
thanking them for their good wishes, and then acknowledging each of the new
of course, we can’t forget our new Head Boy.”
Lily smiled wickedly, her confidence restored. “I’m probably not the only one to be a little
surprised – but I’m sure the Headmaster has made an excellent choice. We all
know James is a brilliant student, and he’s Gryffindor’s Quidditch star and captain. Perhaps more importantly, though, he has an extensive
knowledge of the school rules and a very detailed understanding of the House
points and detention systems. Mostly, I
believe, from personal experience!” I’ll give you ‘my lovely lioness’, James
Potter, she thought, as the laughter erupted.
not everyone seemed to be so relaxed about it, she realised. Over to her left, Robert Goodall was frowning
as he spoke in low tones to Charles Plummer next to him. As the merriment died away, Robert spoke up.
“Congratulations on your appointment, Potter,”
he said, nodding at James, “An honour for Gryffindor to have both Head Boy and
Head Girl. But I was wondering - isn’t
it a little – unusual – for someone to become Head Boy without being a prefect
first?” He glanced around the
sudden silence was absolute. I should have expected this. I just
didn’t think it would be so open, and so immediate. Better to deal with it now though …
she began, hoping James would hold his tongue until she could smooth things
over. But before she could say another
word, support came from an entirely unexpected quarter.
the situation may be unusual, Goodall, but there’s no rule against it as far as
I know. I am sure the Headmaster has perfectly
good reasons. You could always ask him,
of course.” Ambrose Mitchell had a
clipped, precise voice. “I certainly
don’t have any problems with Potter’s appointment. He and Black are the top students, and Potter
is Quidditch Captain. You wouldn’t
perhaps be suggesting that he is - unsuitable - in any way?”
course not. I – I merely meant that –
well, it was all a bit unusual.” Robert
was clearly thrown by the Slytherin’s response.
good.” Ambrose let his gaze linger on
Robert, then switched back to James. “Of
course, it may be that the Headmaster simply thought that the badge looked
better on Potter’s chest than yours.”
tried to keep a straight face; there was a slightly nervous titter of
laughter. Robert Goodall was a scrawny
boy of medium height and a rather pale complexion. James was a good four inches taller. And I
bet he has a much better chest, she thought, not daring to look at him.
know, that’s an interesting idea,” drawled Portia Staples, leaning forward and eyeing
James up and down suggestively. “Maybe we
should start a new way of selecting Head Boys – best chest wins!” She surveyed Robert with the same
calculating look, and the titters became open laughter.
we have to line up all the seventh
year boys to choose?” asked Fiona, casting Lily a relieved “let’s keep them
have to share Sirius with us!” called out Clothilda, the sixth year
Ravenclaw. “We’ll help you inspect him.”
There were several appreciative whistles, and even Robert was smiling
held up his hand, and waited for the chance to speak. “A very interesting suggestion, Portia,” he said
gravely. He looked innocently round the
gathering. “But gentlemen, don’t you
think we should insist that the Head Girl be selected on exactly the same basis?”
took some time to restore order.
said good night to the last of the first year Gryffindor girls and watched their
dormitory door close behind them. She
sighed and stretched: it had been a long and rather emotional day. A couple of passing fourth years smiled at
her as she made her way back to the common room.
the appointment of a Gryffindor Head Boy and Head Girl would have been the
cause of much House celebration, but despite the pleasure of returning to
Hogwarts and meeting up with friends once more, there’d been an unfortunate
gloom over the welcoming feast. The
Sorting Hat had sung a strange song about standing together to fight the evils
ahead; Dumbledore had broken the news about the Appletons, causing considerable
grief, especially amongst the Hufflepuffs; there had been a few gaps at House
tables, with some students not returning after the holidays. And she was sure that the first year numbers
were down slightly – only nine in Gryffindor this year. This
war – this stupid damned war …
crossed to the noticeboard and rummaged in her pocket for the list she’d
written out on the train. There – names of Gryffindor prefects – at least the first years know whom to contact if
they have any questions or problems. It’s quieter now - maybe I can just sit down
by the fire for a few minutes’ peace.
few people were left in the room, but as she reached the fireplace Lily saw two
familiar black-haired figures lounging in nearby armchairs, talking
quietly. They can be impossible at times, but they’ve
been wonderful today. They looked up
and smiled, and Lily felt a surge of affection.
She sank into a chair opposite.
“Thanks for the speech, Sirius,” she said, and
he grinned. As the Gryffindors had crowded
through the portrait hole and into their Tower after the feast, Sirius had
climbed onto a table and yelled for silence.
For one awful moment she feared he was about to be completely
insensitive and launch a noisy party despite the sad news about the Appletons, but not for the first
time, he’d completely surprised her. His
speech had been brief and oddly heartfelt – a simple statement about what it
meant to be in Gryffindor, a welcome to the first years and fifth year
prefects, and congratulations to her and James, “two of the very finest people
I know. The school will be in good hands
you didn’t let off any fireworks though,” she added.
some ready, for James – but it wouldn’t have been right this evening. Save them for the Quidditch.”
“Planning to end the year as winning Quidditch
captain as well as Head Boy?” she teased James.
course. Trials start next weekend.”
careful you don’t have to award yourself a detention on match days.”
probably do that instead.”
just have to behave.”
rolled his eyes and stood up. “Think
I’ll leave you two to discuss James and his reformed character in private. Night, Lily.
See you in the morning.” He gave
her a friendly pat on the shoulder. “Sleep
well. Glad I don’t have to decide who
has the best chest for a Head Girl!”
Chuckling, he strode off towards the stairs to the boys’ dormitories.
I’m never going to live that down. It’ll be round the whole school by tomorrow. She
sighed and leant her head back against the comfortable cushions, closing her
eyes briefly. Though the Head Boy contest would be funny – could just see James and
Sirius organising that - and at least it lightened things up after Robert’s
your first day as Head Girl?” James
broke into her thoughts.
smiled tiredly. “It’s had its
not worried about Goody Goodall, are you?”
He’s doing it again – reading my
not really. Though I wish he hadn’t
brought it up like that.”
out in the open than muttering about it in corners. Anyway,
it was Mitchell who made him look an idiot, not you.” James smiled reassuringly. “Look, you know Goody - he likes things in
black and white. Letter of the law stuff
– even if nothing’s ever been written.
Takes everything too seriously.”
Yes, that describes Robert exactly. “Taking things seriously is rather expected
of prefects.” She sighed. “I don’t think he meant it to sound like it
did – and I don’t think he expected to be Head Boy himself. Just wish – well, that he hadn’t said it in
the way he did.”
thought Charles would be Head Boy?”
“Mmm. He was the logical choice – good student,
most people like him. Or at least don’t
dislike him Maybe Ambrose if Dumbledore
was worried about Slytherin feelings – though he’s a bit too prickly at times.”
Remus though?” James raised an eyebrow.
didn’t think he’d be appointed?” Lily
dodged the question.
hesitated; these were treacherous waters.
“James, I really like Remus,” she said, keeping her voice down and
choosing her words with some care. “He’s one of the nicest, kindest, fairest
people I know. And now I know about him – “she paused again, “I like
him all the more. But you know he
wouldn’t be right for a Head Boy.”
he’s sometimes looked the other way when it comes to his friends?”
So you do realise that? “It’s
not just that. But you two haven’t made
it easy for him. I think – I think he
feels he owes you, and,” she took a deep breath, “deep down I think he’s
frightened he’d lose you and Sirius as his friends.” I really
don’t want to have this conversation, not right now. I’m tired.
But I have to say it.
stared at her, sitting up a little straighter.
“That’s really what you think of us?
Sirius and me? That we’d give up Remus
because he pulled us into line?”
“No. I don’t think you would. Or Sirius.
But – well, I think Remus might think that.”
don’t have a very good opinion of us, do you.”
Well, you asked. “Not all the time.”
didn’t reply. I really am in dangerous waters here – I shouldn’t have said it like that. Why did I come and sit down here anyway – why
didn’t I just go back to the dormitory and put up with Mavis’s giggles and Susan’s
questions? Whatever I say now is probably going to be wrong.
– where does that leave us? This
year.” James’ voice was oddly flat.
Lily tried to inject a lighter note into the word.
“Yes. Lily Evans, Head Girl. James Potter, Head Boy.” He leant forward, nodding at her badge. “Whatever you think of me, we still have to
work together this year.”
“I didn’t say I had any objections to that,
did I?” The waters swirled and eddied
around yet another dangerous reef. “I
don’t dislike James Potter – I just don’t think very much of some of his
“Ah.” His glasses had slipped down his nose, and he
pushed at them absently, before running a hand through his hair.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen him
with tidy hair – maybe it will never stay down. He’d probably look a mess even on his
wedding day. Wedding day? Why did I think of that ….? He studied his hands, then looked up at her, and she
was relieved to see the beginnings of a smile.
– could you ever come to like James
You are an idiot, James. Why do intelligent boys have to be so thick
when it comes to girls? Of course I
like you – why would I be sitting here talking to you if I didn’t? And one of these days you might realise just
how much I like you underneath all that – and how that funny little smile of
yours makes me want to hit you over the head and then hug you and run my hands
through that hair – and …
already do like James Potter,” she said softly.
“Most of the time. And – I’m very
glad he’s Head Boy.” Which was the whirlpool – Scylla or
Charybdis? Either way, she was in real trouble
now. It was probably time to leave … She
stood up, realising that they were the only two people left in the common
do like me?” He rose too, looking like a little boy whose
mother had scolded him for his latest misdemeanour, and then given him a
chocolate biscuit because she was glad he was home safely.
“Yes. For some very odd reason, I do.”
nodded. “Shame then. That I’ve decided to mend my ways.”
What on earth …? “Oh?”
“Yes. I know I’ve been a real pest – always asking
you out. Never taking no for an answer.”
have been – persistent.” She smiled
have. But as Sirius said, I am a reformed
character. I won’t annoy you any more –
I’m not going to ask you out again.”
she could only stare at him. He was no
longer smiling. Oh no – I don’t want that! Don’t
tell me I’ve ruined it … me and my big mouth.
Lily Evans, telling the painful truth – nothing like brutal honesty to
drive a boy away.
held up his hand. “No, I’ve decided. I’m not going to pester you again. Good night Lily. Sweet dreams.” He made a funny little bow, turned and strode
off towards the boys’ dormitories.
night, James.” The waters receded, the
flotsam of six years swirling around her feet as she watched him go. Well, at least he wasn’t angry, though that
might have been preferable. She could
deal with anger.
the door, he paused. “Um, Lily?”
faced her again, a look of the purest mischief on his face. “Of course, that doesn’t mean that you can’t ask me out. I might even say
yes!” He blew her an extravagant kiss,
That arrogant …! That insufferable,
impossible …! That …! Lily ran through a long list of choice adjectives
as she climbed the stairs to her dormitory.
So he expects me to ask him out,
does he! Hex him into a purple donkey, more likely ...
and sleepy after her bath, Lily carefully placed the little silver badge next
to the photo of her parents on her bedside table, and climbed into bed. The pillows were deliciously soft, and the
freshly laundered sheets welcomed her tired body. She closed her eyes. Head Girl, meet Head Boy. His name’s James Potter, by the way ... my lovely lioness … a warm hand on hers, an
oddly protective presence … So – could you ever come to like James Potter,
perhaps? Her last thought as she drifted into sleep
was a pair of mischievous hazel eyes and a shock of messy black hair.
Author’s Notes: This is an outtake
from “A Most Unusual Student”. For those
who picked up the little reference to Lily knowing ‘about’ Remus, in my fic she
finds out about him over the summer holidays between 6th and 7th
My thanks to those who have helped
with advice and feedback on this fic, including Clarimonde and Violet Azure,
Seriously Sirius, Eir de Scania and Gryffinjack.
Oh yes, and this is written with a
very big smile to those members on the “Fluff”’ thread here on SQ, especially
those who enjoy Fluffy Tuesdays! Thank
you for inspiration and encouragement.