Logic in a way was like the magical world's abused step-child when-
"Sirius?" I blinked at the sudden interruption, turning on my feet towards the only other first-year to arrive early for the lesson.
I, well we, were currently standing outside the door to History waiting for our fellow students, from at least the other house, to arrive.
"Evans." I tilted my head slightly as I took in the approaching girl. "You're here early."
"I am always early." The girl remarked, offended at the words. "You missed breakfast." She added on with the same expression, this time somehow offended for the elves that made it.
"Oh?" I raised an eyebrow at her, a small grin showing up on my face. "Missed me, did you? I wasn't aware I had a fan in you."
She rolled her eyes at me.
"There weren't many students on our table- It was hard to miss." She shook her head. "Most of our house is still in the tower, passed out in the common room."
"There's your answer." I shrugged. "I am not a fan of being flogged down by hundreds of questions from our fellows."
She blinked a few times at that, before a small smile filtered onto her face, amusement clear in her eyes.
"Yes, well, that's what happens when you put five dragons to sleep, electrocute a magical terrorist, and cause the tower to have a party so loud it breaks through the magical protections in the castle."
By that, the redhead meant our tower had turned the Gryffindor party into a every house but the snakes party- Even if a few Slytherins- "I am talking out loud again, aren't I?"
She nodded, the amusement still in her eyes.
"Hm."
She giggled at the disgruntled expression on my face, before shaking her own head. "Still, dragons, magical terrorists- I may have not known what to exactly expect from magic, but that sentence was one I never thought I'd say..." The girl remarked, seemingly having held in her thoughts on the matter the moment I'd decided to go off on a tange-
"I am doing it again aren't I?"
"Yup."
I let out a sigh and turned towards the door. "Where's Potter when you need a good elbow jabbing to keep your mouth shut..."
The girl let out another giggle.
"There's another sentence I never thought would make sense."
"Evans, some words of advice to avoid having to repeat those words for the rest of your life-" I started up, watching as the girl raised an eyebrow at me. "We live in a bullshit world, full of so much bullshit it makes the word bullshit look like an understatement." I finished, every swear word eliciting more twitches out of the girl's expression, before eventually, she settled for a resigned sigh.
"You know, if you're going to swear and break the rules anyway, at least keep it original- There's no need to use the same one three times."
"On contrary Evans, I believe in the rule of three and if you don't use the same swear word three times in a sentence, are you even magical?"
She rolled her eyes at me, even if amusement still danced in them.
"You know, you can just call me Lily?" She eventually added on, her expression turning indecisive for a moment before schooling into a neutral one. "We're friends right?"
If friends were the sort to throw magical hexes at you randomly throughout your first week, then yes, I suppose-
"I need to stop doing that." I deadpanned, only noticing the moment the girl's expression rapidly started changing between amusement, guilt, and then more amusement. "As for being friends... Why would you want to be friends with me?" I questioned genuinely, I hadn't exactly endeared myself to her. "If you were a Slytherin, I'd call you a gold digger." She twitched. "A Hufflepuff- Well, mad and lost would be an understatement." A sigh was her response. "Ravenclaw? Knowledge-digger." I shrugged. "If you were a newspaper, I'd probably think you we're trying to get into my good graces given I am evidently the next Dark Lord in the making- Dumbledore? I'd call the authorities because you've clearly been brainwashed."
I took in a deep needed breath.
She blinked at, presumably, the last two, though elected to at least let me continue.
"Point is, you look like you got your mudblood head screwed in right, so I don't see why you'd think it'd be a good idea." A single beat passed. "As far as bullshit goes, I am the cream of the magical crop." I finished with a grin.
I took in the bemused, albeit hurt expression on the girl's face after my tirade, though for whatever reason, her expression turned more... Hopeful? No, no, I'd say it was more resigned with a dash of pity.
"Why indeed..." She shook her head, pausing for a moment. "You don't... When you use that word, you don't really mean it as a slur right?" She questioned, a conflicted expression on her face.
"'Course not, slurs depend on a need to hurt someone- And I don't need anything." I grinned. "Though, I wouldn't take it from anyone else."
"I don't think anyone else uses it." She deadpanned in response. "So far, you're the only one who has."
I shrugged at that, idly leaning against the wall- Evidently we were really early given no one else had shown up, not even the professor.
"For what it's worth, I only use it 'cos it's just shorter and flows off the tongue easier than the word Muggleborn- Ugh, who thought that was a good idea."
She had an answer for that, even if I didn't intend it as a question.
"Historians?"
"Historians are dicks."
She nodded, evidently in agreement as her gaze turned towards the door. "They certainly love taking their time getting to their lessons... Which you'd think wouldn't be hard considering our ones a ghost!"
I let out a snort at that one.
"Ghosts are dicks too," I added on. "Making us stare at their bare souls- Yet, we expose ourselves and suddenly we're the crazy ones!"
The girl seemingly couldn't help the disgruntled expression at that one, her face clearly thinking it over in a new light.
"...You know, you never did tell me why Gryffindor's would want to be friends with you."
I snorted at the question. "Isn't it obvious? It's 'cos I am bloody awesome."
She rolled her eyes at me for that one.
It'd involve about fifteen minutes more of mild conversation before I realized- The girl just didn't bother telling me, that I'd started calling her by her given name.
It took another half an hour after that before we realized the lessons had been canceled for some reason.