A FORK IN AN EYE

Hello all!
This particular Lily and James fanfiction is a little something called a Round Robin: where a group of six experienced authors get together to write a fiction, with one catch: we all write our own chapter. With absolutely no control over how the following chapter will pan out, or how the next author will interpret what we write. No input will be allowed! No suggestions shall be made! No discussion shall take place! It's all up to the writer of the next chapter. Resulting in lots of laughs, sharp turns and unexpected twists of events for the readers: as well as the authors!

The author line up, who are known collectively as the Round Robin Ducklings, is as follows:

-Jestin
-Procrastinator-starting2moro
-Weird Not Boring
-Daisy Pennifold
-Drumer Girl
-Celina Black

We will loop in this order until the story is finished!

If you're ready for a whole host of different talent, writing styles and gregarious fun, read on: we invite you to journey into our wild and extroverted world of Lily and James – from six different perspectives.
Enjoy yourselves, leave a review, and most importantly, keep in mind that nothing is ever what it seems.

All events that take place in the following chapters are kept to a strict rating level of 13+.

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Chapter One: Of Rowdy Quidditch After-Parties - By Jestin

"And he dodges around Benforth– excellent swerve – and a nice strong throw there...But is it enough to make it? Keeper Jeffery dives and it looks like– No! Yes! Captain James Potter scores! 10 more for Gryffindor!"

The screams were deafening as James Potter did a victory lap around the pitch, punching the air. It was the first match of the season–if Gryffindor made it through this one…

"–they'll go through to play against Slytherin. And they're doing well – 60 points ahead of Hufflepuff, and captained for two consecutive years by Chaser James Potter...Those training sessions really have paid off for him, eh? Wait…Oh my! Gryffindor Seeker, Summers, has gone for the dive! She's streaking down the pitch there, the Hufflepuff seeker way behind her… this could be it for Gryffindor–"

The tension was so thick you could almost taste it. All the players had stopped in mid air – the Quaffle had been dropped, but no one bothered to catch it…James Potter was motionless, suspended on his broom, his hazel eyes narrowed.

She has to make it. The first match… we'd make a stunning start to the season; my last year… And everyone's watching… including Lily.

All eyes were on the rapidly descending scarlet and yellow streaks –

"YES! Gryffindor has got the snitch! Such a start to the year! And what a game that was–we can be sure of some rowdy celebrations for the scarlet team tonight–"

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"It'sh amazing it ish… I mean, there I am, shtreaking down–burning up the grassh–and wham!" James Potter swayed drunkenly, and clapped his hand on his thigh. "I get hit by a Bludger! My head wa'sh pounding–but I pulled through it, naturally." He raised his voice over the gramophone blaring in the corner of the Gryffindor common room, and pulled Remus's head up off his arms, whilst grinning reassuringly at the rest of his audience, which mainly consisted of girls.

"Remush…mate…Getsh up…the party hasn't even begun yet–"

"Prongs–it hurts, just shut up."

"Buts we need to impressh the ladies." James argued petulantly, winking at a pretty brunette.

"You go do it alone, I'll stay here." He moaned and curled up, clutching his head feverously, and knocked over a half-empty bottle of Firewhisky.

"Just take it – just take it away," he moaned, flinging a hand towards the bottle. "I don't think I can stand looking at it anymore–let alone drink it…."

James Potter swayed, looked down at his friend on the floor at the foot of the armchair, and managed to cast a disdainful look.

"You're pashthetic my man. Totally pashthetic."

Remus groaned, and so James wandered away from him and the others, surveying the scene. A large group of people was crowded around the coffee table, cheering at someone who was standing on it, gyrating to the music. On closer inspection, it turned out to be Sirius, who was swaying his hips in a rather alarming manner, and singing at the top of his voice. James chortled, and debated on joining him. But out of the corner of his eye, he saw a more attractive option. Lily Evans was sitting on the couch with about five others, wearing a Gryffindor scarf, and laughing at something.

"Aaah–Lily–you're sh'so beautishful." He stumbled towards her, grinning manically, his arms outstretched, and grasping at the air. "Lily–ohh Lily–you came and yooou went wishout taking, and I sh'sent you away. Oh Lily…." He raised his voice and sang out of tune, and she looked at him in alarm.

"Potter, what are you doing?"

"I'm serenading you with da shweet, sultry shound of my voice, Lily…Cos I need you…" His voice cracked as he strained to reach the high note, but then gave up, and jumped onto her lap instead. "Kissh me, Evans"

"Get off, Potter, you're drunk!"

"I'm fine, but not'sh as fine as you are…" He grinned and leaned towards her, his lips pursed into what he imagined was an attractive pout; and she shoved him.

"Get OFF!"

Her friends were in hysterics, but Lily looked disgusted, and was pushing James with all her might, who protested, and would not budge–he had grabbed obsessively onto her scarf and held on tightly.

"No–wait Lily, before you shend me away, don't you think it was about high time you admitted dat you s'love me too?"

She gasped for air, and turned red from his consistent yanking on the tightening scarf: or perhaps it was from something else.

"Potter–yo–you're gonna kill me!"

"No't–not kill you Lily, just kissh you. I thought you'd want to since we won the game–I won it jus' for you!"

However, as James leaned in towards a spluttering Lily for the second time, someone grabbed him from behind, yanked him backwards, and sent his arms flailing.

"Man, you're outta your mind. Sorry about that, Evans."

It was Sirius, who looked a little out of it himself; the crowd around the coffee table was booing at his sudden departure.

"Come on, James, let's get going."

James gave into submission, and allowed Sirius to steer him away from the couch and a gasping Lily who was massaging her throat.

"You shtoped me from kishing her!"

"No, I stopped her from beating the hoola hoopout of you. Stay here with Summers. She'll look after you."

He deposited James next to a girl with long blonde hair, who was resting on the arm of the couch, and punched James on the shoulder reassuringly.

"Don't worry, James, it'll all be alright."

"Where you going?" asked James; and like a needy two year old, he grabbed Sirius's arm, and would not let go.

"I'm going back to dance."

"But–but Sirius–you know that white men can't dance'sh!"

However, Sirius wasn't listening. With prowess like many had never seen before, he detached himself from James's iron grasp, and sped away to his spectators, whom were all clapping and wolf whistling at his reappearance.

"He went." James sighed, and put his head on the girl's lap who opened her eyes, and started patting his head.

"It's okay–really."

"It'sh not okay–I want Evans."

The girl sighed, and flicked her long hair out of her face. "Honey, you ain't gonna get her. I'm afraid to say she hates your guts. You just need to get over it."

James put his hands on his head and groaned, as Remus had done earlier.

"It'sh hard, Laura–"

"Lucy."

James raised his head, looked at her and squinted.

"Lucy–where do I know you from?"

The girl laughed, unaffected. "Lucy Summers, Gryffindor seeker. Your team."

"Lucy!" James let out a yelp of ecstasy, and sat up to hug her. "You's were brilliant–winning catcsh! Sh'so, sh'so proud of you!"

Lucy laughed again, "Most people are. I'm resting from their jubilation over here. It was getting a bit much to be lunged at all the time out of pure joy."

She detached James's hands off her waist, which he was hugging in pure joy, and chuckled. "You see, I told you that you could forget about Evans. You just need to let your mind slip more often!"

James looked up at her, astonished. Suddenly he let out a yelp. "You'sh right! You'sh right!" He jumped off the sofa swiftly (but rather unsteadily), winked, and grabbed Lucy's hand, who was looking thoroughly bewildered at the rapid movement.

"Let'sh go Lauren!"

"It's Lucy…Where're we going?"

James grinned, and dragged her towards the portrait hole, stumbling over a groaning Remus who had been joined by a moaning Peter, and the now-empty Firewhisky bottle on the floor.

"You'll sh'ee!"

And she did see. Actually, quite a few people saw, including Lily, when she set off to go to the girls' bathroom to inspect her red throat ten minutes later.

"Potter!"

Authors Notes:

Hey, this is Jestin, and I'm very pleased, (and extremely privileged!) to have done the first chapter in such a project with 5 great and talented girls! I can personally guarantee that the proceeding ones will be fantastic.

About the Chapter: J.K said that James was a Chaser (not a seeker) for Gryffindor in the Red Nose Day Interview some time ago, and yes, in Hogwarts they do have gramophones. Slughorn has one, plus look at Remus and the swing music in PoA movie. Also, the song that James was singing was "Mandy", before it was re-done by Westlife. Eurgh.

The Next Chapter: The next installment, which will be done by the brilliant Procrastinator-starting2moro, shall certainly have a lot of surprises...and not only for the characters ;-D! Expect the unexpected! CONSTANT VILIGERANCE!

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Best, Jestin