DISCLAMER: I own nothing. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Chapter 1:

Questioning Lily's Sanity

"I'M BRINGING SEXY BACK

YEAH

THEM OTHER BOYS DUNNO HOW TO ACT

YEAH

I THINK YOUR SPECIAL WHATS BEHIND YOUR BACK"

"Alice, please. Stop."

"YEAH

SO TURN AROUND AND I'LL PICK UP THE SLACK

YEAH"

"Alice, I'm warning you-"

"DIRTY BAAAAAAAABE

YOU SEE THESE SHACKLES

I'M YOUR SLAAAAAAAAVE"

"ALICE!"

I wake with a start, and by of some oh so fortunate cause, fall off my bed. Lovely. What a great way to start a Monday morning. Curse Alice for interrupting my dream, curse whoever was yelling at Alice. Yes I'm talking to you!

My fellow Gryffindor roommate and best friend Gilda chuckles.

"Fin-a-lly. Took you long enough. This is her like third horribly sung song in ten minutes this morning. I cannot believe it took you that long to wake up."

I try to hide my face as I blushed furiously. I have a habit of not noticing my surroundings when I'm having pleasant dreams.

Fortunately, Gilda is too occupied in looking for her left sock to notice my face.

I get up slowly to give Alice a piece of my mind. Don't get me wrong. I love that girl to bits. Except her singing in the morning. Correction: I don't like her singing at any time. It's horribly off key, and would put a crow to shame. (Hey crows, your finally not the worst singers! Sorry Alice)

Clearing my head, I could finally distinguish the lyrics.

"MAKES ME FEEL THIS WAAAAAAAY

COME HERE GIRL

GO AHEAD BE GONE WITH IT"

Hmmmmmm. Interesting. Not something I recognize. Probably a muggle song. Alice always had a thing for muggle music for some reason. I know, I know. I'm a muggle-born. I should know what she's singing. But I never really had a thing for music.

This has to stop. I can't think with all the noise.

"GO TO THE BACK

GO AHEAD BE GONE WI-"

"Alice!" I open the bathroom door.

"Wha? Lily? Is that you?" Alice stops her lovely singing. For now.

Her voice barely reaches me through the noise of the shower and all that steam from the hot water.

"Yes it's me. And I'm not happy. Now, stop the singing, hurry up with the shower, and I'll consider forgiving you for interrupting my dream."I say through gritted teeth.

Wait a minute Lily. Do you really want to go back to that dream? NO! What's happening to me! I shouldn't be feeling this way!

"Oh? And what dream would that be?" she sings.

Oh my goodness, she did not just sing just to annoy me. She did NOT!

Alice. Out. Now." I say dangerously.

"Ok. Ok. Don't get your panties in a twist. I'm coming out."

Her wet arm reaches for her towel. Taking it, she wraps it around her body and starts humming that same song. Her short, spiky hair is plastered to her head and her wide eyes are a little red from all that water that probably got into them.

I sigh. It's just so hard to stay bad at Alice sometimes. She does the whole cute elf thing on purpose. Not fair. Why can't I do that?

"Look Ally, I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you like that."

"Oh it's alright. I was starting to use up all the hot water anyways. Then everyone would've gotten mad at me." She grins.

Still humming that unfamiliar tune, she walks past me to her trunk.

"By the way," she looks at me over her shoulder. "I suggest you take your shower now before the witches wake up." She winks.

Smiling to myself, I get into the shower. Ah, the witches. Or as an inside joke to Gilda, Alice and me, the pair that rhymes with witches. More commonly known as Mary McDonald and Lena Janzernot. They are some of the school's most annoying, and bitchiest girls. I swear, if their parents had taught them a thing or two about deserving what you have, they wouldn't have thought that the world revolved around them.

Boy, am I glad to be sharing dormitories with Alice and Gilda too. Otherwise, I might not be able to survive. At least with them, we can laugh about them behind their backs.

Huh. Who knew thinking about your not-so-great roommates would get you to appreciate your friends.

Hmmmmmmmmm. Let's see.

Alice is kind. She listens to your problems. She's the perfect student, always studying. She's not top of the class, but she's not at the bottom either. She's pretty much close to perfect, except for the little singing problem. Her dirty blond hair is always in a short pixie cut and her eyes are deep blue. Her skin is alabaster, and not a freckle in sight. Completely the opposite of me, who has freckles pretty much all over her body. She's pretty petite, and walks with a grace that no one other than herself can accomplish. And I know for a fact that she has a little thing (by little thing I mean huge crush) on Frank Longbottom but she just won't admit it. I mean come on! Is there even a point in denying it when you know you're lying?

And then there's Gilda. Where to start? Let's just say that if Alice and I don't stop her, she could out do all the pranks that the Marauders have done in their Hogwarts career. Yup. She's that good. Like, Alice, she also has a thing for muggle music, but more rock and punk. She's always cracking jokes. Her thick and straight hair is so black it's almost purple, and her eyes are a deep chocolate brown that sparkle when happy and flash like firecrackers when she's in dangerous moods. I've never seen her wear pink clothing. (I think the colour pink reminds her of the witches, queens of pink) she's got this curvy body that makes all the boys drool. Literally. Too bad she's always the one that's hard to get.

While thinking of my friends, I realize I'm using up all the hot water. Quickly, I shut it off, and slip into my towel. I take one look at myself in the mirror and sigh. Why couldn't I ever be a brunette or a blond? At least with that people can't relate your hair to fruit. I know what you're thinking. Oh? Is it carrot head? Oh I wish it was. Unfortunately, my hair isn't just averagely red. It's fiery, tomato red. Or cherry red. Or whatever. And don't even get me started on the perverted nicknames. I'll give you a few so I can just get it over with. Menstrual blood. Popped cherry. There. You happy now? And wipe that smirk of your face.

Oh yeah. That's right. I'm watching you. In fact, I've been watching your every move. In fact-

Wait a minute. Who am I even talking to? AAAAAAAAARGH! I think it would be a good idea right now to question my sanity.

I rush out of the bathroom and see that the bitches- I mean witches have woken up. Wow. Apparently they slept through Alice singing a pervy song. In-ter-es-ting. Wonder how they did that?

I shake my head, and start to get dressed.

Ahhhhhh, the start of term. Very important, as it's officially my first day as Head Girl. No one told me who Head Boy was for some reason. Hmmmmmm. Maybe it's Remus. Always like that boy.

Without realizing it, I now notice that I'm the first one dressed. Probably because I'm so organized. Gilda thinks it's a disease. Bless her; she's still looking for her left sock.

"Uh, Gilda? Don't you think it would be wise to just put on another pair of socks?"

She looks at me blankly, and then smacks her forehead with her hand.

"Oh yeah! Why didn't I think of that? thanks Lily. You just saved me from a half hour lecture from McGonagall. "

I smile.

See? Being a know it all is helpful sometimes. IN YOUR FACES! Wait what? Lily Evans, you have officially lost it. Yes. I just admitted it. There. Happy?

It's been five minutes.

Five minutes and 12 seconds of waiting for Alice and Gilda.

Five minutes 23 seconds

26 seconds

30 Seconds

Alice is ready. She looks normal. I like that. Normal people I mean. Ahhhhhh! Why I am I like this?

6 minutes of waiting for Gilda

6 minutes 43 seconds

45 seconds

50 seconds

Yes, I'm an exceptionally impatient person. Meanwhile, Alice stands patiently as she examines her fingernails.

7 minutes.

7 minutes 10 seconds

14 seconds

FINALLY!

She's ready! I look her up and down. Her blouse isn't buttoned all the way. Her tie is really loose. Did that girl not notice that she's grown taller? That skirt just shows just way too much thigh.

Oh what am I saying? I'm not her mother for heaven's sake! Let her be.

I grab her hand and literally drag her down the staircase.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?"

"Taking you to breakfast!" I said in a false cheery voice. "we're late." I add in sourly.

"What are you talking about? We're fifteen minutes early!"

So? Your point is?

"I think our Lily pad has gone insane." Gilda whispers loudly to Alice.

Yeah. Sure I have.