Name: Phia Phoenix
Title: >.> (Untitled)
Rating/warning: 1st-2nd years, I think, no warnings
A/N: Hmm, I'm not even sure who the "Scorpio" is in this! And I apologise in advance, I have a weakness for melodramatic final lines...
Lily’s attention slipped once again from Professor Jagget; she shivered, pulling her robes closer around her, and regretted sitting beneath the frosted-over window. Around her, students blew into their hands or lit small flames at the ends of their wands to dispel some of the cold. Eventually silence fell as the Professor realised the lack of concentration.
‘Well, class,’ he announced jovially, slapping his hands together, ‘it is frosty today, eh? Winter’s nearly upon us, mark my words! And I can see nobody will listen to my lecture on retarding curses – fascinating though it is – when they are too busy worrying about their extremities. But I think I have the solution to warm us up – for the rest of the lesson we’ll be practicing in a duelling exercise the spells we’ve studied so far this term. And no, Black,’ (He anticipated the question behind the raised hand) ‘that does NOT include the Unforgivables we covered last week!’
The students were shepherded into pairs; the Marauders were quickly separated (and dealt some of the most capable students, Lily noticed), and by the time the Professor got to her –
‘Hmm, Evans – you with young Mr. Snape, I think! See if you can test him a little, he always looks altogether too bored in my classes!’
Lily exhaled between her teeth. Brilliant. The young Death-Eater-in-training himself. She hadn’t spoken to Severus for over six months, and didn’t intend to break that streak now. With a terse jerk of the head she indicated a free corner; without waiting to meet her former friend’s eyes she strode over there herself, and took up the “ready” position.
Snape’s wand flew out of his hand and into Lily’s – she felt a glow of satisfaction which punched through the biting cold. The top Defense Against the Dark Arts student, caught out by a simple disarming spell!
The next time her curse was warded off by a weak Shielding Charm; the next, she caught him with a glancing Jelly-Legs; twice again he deflected her spells, and finally she caught him with a shouted ‘Petrificus Totalus!’ Her anger towards him almost dissipated by the cheer of repeated victory, she reached out a hand to help him up from the floor –
‘Really, Evans?’ The snide voice at her ear affected disappointment, ‘Don’t you see that you’re giving him what he wants? I’ll bet,’ James jeered at the petrified boy on the floor, ‘he let you win every round in a bid to soften you up.’
Lily’s hand checked in the air. ‘That true, Severus?’ He remained frozen, but the hatred in the eyes glaring at James over his hooked nose betrayed the truth. Lily struggled to resist spitting in his paralysed face.
‘Why Snivellus, you conniving– ’
The bell rang; the students filed out, chattering with the teacher. James hooked his arm round Lily’s as they passed through the door, throwing a wink at the still-petrified Severus.
An hour later, the encroaching winter had frozen his tears to his cheeks.