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I've finished the first draft of Chapter Nine! Woo, four days isn't bad, too bad I can't do this all the time. *grins*

As of now, it's 8,493 words. It definitely still needs to be edited and smoothed over, though, so that number will probably change. I'm proud of this chapter, especially the various character interactions. So. :)

I'm hoping to finish editing it tomorrow and Saturday, and get it posted on Sunday.

Until then, here's a really un-edited clip. I know you probably want Lily/James, but I don't want to ruin it, so here's some Sirius instead *grins*:

I sighed, picking up my spoon to play with my now-unappetizing oatmeal. “I should stop reading the news; it makes me feel so useless.”

“I’ve stopped reading it and I still feel useless,” laughed Emmeline, shoving aside my bowl and planting an apple down on the table in front of me. I quirked an eyebrow at her, silently making fun of her for mothering me, and she rolled her eyes.

“Man, can’t wait for classes to be over today,” said Sirius brightly, dropping down into the seat next to me. He gave the oatmeal a quick sniff before picking up the spoon and beginning to devour my leftovers.

Alice’s lip curled as she watched him. “You’re disgusting,” she told him matter-of-factly as Remus and Peter slid into the bench opposite Sirius. I wasn’t surprised that James wasn’t with them; he had begun having Quidditch practice every morning in preparation for their last all-important match against Slytherin.

Sirius glanced up at Alice, a wolfish grin fixed on his face, and, with a light shake of his head, flicked his shaggy hair out of his eyes. I grinned to myself; somehow, even while bolting down oatmeal, he
still managed to look attractive.

“Waste not, want not,” he quoted, turning his attention back to his meal. He leaned a little, bumping his shoulder against mine in friendly acknowledgment. “Besides, she hardly touched it. I can smell it.”

“You mongrel,” Emmeline scolded sarcastically, trying not to join in our laughter as she firmly pushed her own empty plate away.
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