They Seem To Be Infectious
Love among the Ruins wanted more. More it is.
Sorry about the premise. I never really planned for this sequel to Scars Are A Family Trait, though I'd entertained the thought before people demanded a continuation. (Thank you for the excuse, by the way, Love among the Ruins!)
Disclaimer: If I were Jo Rowling, I'd MAKE more.
"You little tease," Mary accused, and Lily flung herself backwards onto her bed. It was the last day of winter holidays; they were going back to Hogwarts later that day, and Lily had finally cracked and told the impatient Mary what had happened at James Potter's house. Her blushing practically illuminated the room.
"You like him!" Lily groaned. Mary smirked. "Oh, you so do! And now you're red as a Quaffle!"
"Thank you, Mary," Lily grumbled. "That really makes me feel like he could like me back."
"SO YOU ADMIT IT!" Mary crowed, leaping off the bed and dancing in a circle.
"You admitted it for me!" Lily accused, but she was drowned out by Mrs. MacDonald calling that it was time to depart.
Lily snatched up her trunk. "You're being ridiculous," she said loftily and shut the door smartly, leaving an indisposed Mary laughing on the carpet.
Coughing and spluttering, Lily emerged in Headmaster Dumbledore's study. Mary helped her up and Lily dusted off her uniform.
"Good afternoon, ladies," Dumbledore greeted jovially, nodding to them from his desk. "I trust that your holidays were satisfactory."
"Oh, Lily was satisfied, all right," Mary snickered. Lily gave her an it's-the-headmaster-what-the-hell-are-you-playing-at look.
"Have a good term, Professor," Lily called as the girls departed the office and moved for the entrance hall. The sounds of the school greatly improved Lily's confidence, and she walked with a new spring in her step, becoming once more the self-assured Head Girl, nose in the air.
Of course, this impaired her ability to see, and combined with the two weeks' vacation from the familiar halls of Hogwarts, Lily forgot how far it was to the marble staircase, and proceeded to trip and fly head-over-heels down it.
Tuck and roll, Lily thought pragmatically, and did so, feeling the control just fly back into her muscles.
Lily gracefully landed at the bottom of the stairs in a little ball to the tune of Mary cackling at the top, although she did nick her elbow on the railing, the cause of a deep gash that was sure to become a puckered scar.
The final thing Lily noticed while dusting herself off for what had to be the fourth time that day was James Potter, standing slightly to the left, his arms outstretched and a befuddled expression on his face. Lily smiled a bit, trying to hide how very entertained she was by an unhinged James Potter.
"I – but – you fell," James tried to explain, going red.
"Yes, but I don't need you to catch me," Lily retorted, walking off toward the infirmary and trying to keep her composure as she felt James' eyes on her back the entire way.
And now to finish me some Beowulf. Enjoy your week!