on being created on a whim; homeless, for now

[hopeyouchoke]

All due respect, but are you sure this is a good plan? I'm not confident in your....anything really, and in the coming year I'll be Head Girl. Head Girl.

It's more important than you know, and I don't have time to be here. Doing what you want me to. I've got a life, you know!

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[pottershotter]

Oh, Evans. So attractive when you're angry.

But, all of those entirely valid points are exactly why you should come to entranceway with me! Time stops, so it's not as though you'll lose anything. I'm in the same boat you are, but that Head Boy title will be there when I get back.

[hopeyouchoke]

[Eye narrow.]

Are you stalking me?

And no, the idea is to get away from here and back to-- to home. Not some place where time stops.

[Pause.]

Did you say 'Head Boy'?

[pottershotter]

I did. Surprise! Or maybe congratulations? Either way, I really should have brought a cake for the occasion.

[Oh, that's going to be a fun year when it eventually happens.]

And well, I know that. But it's got to be better than being here, right?

[hopeyouchoke]

No cake necessary, thank you.

[The 'thank you' is stilted, just so we're clear.]

I would say yes, but I can't imagine any place with you there as well can be any more tolerable than this.

[Okay, that was mean. She knows it. And it's not you, James-- well, actually it's mostly you, but she's also upset because she's in a new place. A new, strange place. So take anything she says with an extra grain of salt.]

[pottershotter]

Ouch. That one hurt.

[He's bland and dry about it though, as if it didn't. He shrugs. I suppose we'll never really know. What a mystery.]

You should come anyway. It's an interesting place. And I know some people who would be very happy to meet you.

[There's something a little mischievous about that smile, like he knows something she doesn't. You know, like that she has a son there. Like they have a son there.]

[hopeyouchoke]

[Well, good job, international man of mystery James. Now she's interested.]

Who would?

[pottershotter]

Oh, I don't know if I should ruin the surprise. Maybe you should come to Wonderland and find out for yourself.

[Yep. She pretty much walked right into that.]

[hopeyouchoke]

[Eyeroll.]

Or you could tell me.

[pottershotter]

Or I could not tell you, and let you find out for yourself. In Wonderland. With your own eyes.

Besides, you wouldn't believe me anyway.

[hopeyouchoke]

Do you have to be so difficult about everything? Why can't you just tell me?

[pottershotter]

I already said you won't believe me! You'd have to meet him for yourself, or you'd call me a liar and never come to Wonderland.

[hopeyouchoke]

Forgive me if I already doubt your credibility. [Yeah, she remembers the time with the mandrake in herbology, James. She'll never believe you. Ever again.]

I could call you a liar right now and still never come.

[pottershotter]

[Oh, come on! That was foreeeeever ago probably not really!]

I'm telling the truth. And I think deep down you know that, so if you don't go you'll be left wondering forever about just who was going to be so excited to meet you. The curiosity would start to eat you alive.

[hopeyouchoke]

Why would anyone want to meet me?

[She's not special. Well, not in the larger sense (because being Head Girl is pretty damn special, she knows) at least.]

You must be lying. Tell me why.

[pottershotter]

Why wouldn't anyone want to meet you?

[It's a serious question. She's smart, she's gorgeous, and she's just all-around incredible. James would love to meet her over and over again. You'd have to be some kind of idiot to not want to meet Lily Evans.]

Sheesh, I'm lying if I tell you and I'm lying if I don't tell you? That's harsh, Evans. You should really just come see for yourself.

[hopeyouchoke]

How do I know you're not trying to kidnap me?

[pottershotter]

Are you serious right now, Evans?

[IT'S SO RIDICULOUS HE'S LAUGHING.]

Do you honestly think I'm that creepy? I'm hurt!

[Yes he's so hurt. That's why he's saying all of this between fits of laughter. A KIDNAPPER, REALLY?]

[hopeyouchoke]

[Yeah, okay, okay, laugh. Go ahead. Please. Laugh more. Lily loves it.]

Oh shut it.

[And then he keeps laughing. So she shoves him. Not hard! Just a good shove to his shoulder.]

[pottershotter]

[He's still laughing, even after the shove, but it's calmed down to a little silent fit that's left him barely breathing.]

Just in case...in case it isn't perfectly clear...I'm not trying to kidnap you!

[HA. HAHA. HA.]

[hopeyouchoke]

[She rolls her eyes and waits for him to calm all the way down.]

I'd hardly put it past you.

[pottershotter]

[Okay, he's good. Really. I promise.]

I am not that creepy! I wouldn't kidnap you. I may break the rules on occasion, but person-snatching is going a bit too far, even for me.

[hopeyouchoke]

So you'll kidnap my underthings but not me?

[She raises an eyebrow.]

I'm not sure whether or not I should be insulted.

[pottershotter]

[He scoffs!]

When you put it like that, it sounds like you were hoping I'd kidnap you!

["Oh, no! James Potter took my underwear, but he didn't take me too! I so wish he had. I'm been dreaming of it for ages!"]

Besides, it's not kidnapping if it's just underthings. And certainly not when it was a panty raid of the entire girl's dormitory. And especially not when it was almost entirely Peter.

[Oh, the perks of being a rat who can sneak into drawers and run off with things.]

[hopeyouchoke]

Stop blaming things on Peter. Or Sirius. I know you're the one who took my perfume. Your whole bed smelled like it when I got it back.

[And she absolutely does not think about how creepy that was to experience.]

[pottershotter]

I have no regrets. None.

[His bed smells so great now, whether he did it or not. He has wonderful friends.]

Besides, you got it back, and it was months ago now, so I'm not really sure what the problem is here.

[hopeyouchoke]

[It was still really, really creepy! He probably hasn't even cleaned his sheets, either, which Lily finds doubly creepy and disgusting. Boys. Eurgh.]

You used half the bottle, there's one problem. Invasion of personal space is another. Need I go on?

[pottershotter]

[You make an awful lot of assumptions, young lady.]

Oh. I never realized that much was gone. Err, I could replace it for you?

[He could easily see Sirius dumping half the bottle on the bed though. Oops.]

[hopeyouchoke]

[Call her a detective.]

That won't be necessary, I can replace it myself. [She doesn't need a man's help, all right?!]

You'll simply have to do something else to make it up to me.

[usskickass]

They...don't tend to listen when you yell, girlie.

Or, uh, ever.

[hopeyouchoke]

I'm beginning to see that.

How do you make them listen?

[usskickass]

Sometimes I've heard it helps to stop talking altogether. But we wouldn't be here if we stopped talkin', so.

Depends on if you're okay with not existin', I guess.

[hopeyouchoke]

[That's.....incredibly sad.]

I...never thought of it that way.

[She'd always rather exist than not.]

Thank you, Ms...?

[usskickass]

Beiste. Shannon Beiste.

It's French.