Synopsis:
Lily Evans, Head Girl, top marks, top on everyone's list, most wanted, most loved, and as popular as the Marauders to the nines—and then some. So what's her extreme and unnatural fascination to the rain? Utterly alone?
Chapter One: Storm's Coming
The rain drizzled lightly and the clouds above thundered—threatening to overtake anyone caught out there as if they were a mile long lightning-rod. The sounds it made upon the lake seemed to hardly connect with the lake as it made ripples upon its otherwise perfect surface—disturbing any fish that might be underneath the watery surface. The grass was green and fresh, revelling in the blessing from heaven before the cold winter came and threatened its life.
Everything in the grounds were silent and everyone was inside, enjoying a hot cup of cocoa—as the rain was unusually cold today and only idiots or those very close to insanity were caught outside. The fire was warm, chasing off the scare of cold that the rain gave. Laughter and smiles could be heard throughout all the common rooms. Heart-felt greetings were given to those coming in from the cold and a touch and a smile from that special someone was all you needed to warm yourself up.
All those warm feelings were absent out in the rain. The rain stole something away from you—and gave nothing in return for keeping it company. It stole away everything—your happiness, your dreams, your desires, yourself and everything you are. It became a part of you until your heart beats in tune with the raindrops—to you, slowly splattering on the ground. It stole away everything from you and gave itself in return—gave nothing in return. The rain was nothing and yet everything.
Sitting out in the rain, in a section by the lake secluded from the eyes of passing students at a window, Lily sat at the edges of the lake. The giant squid was not much of a rain person and, generally, Lily was out here every chance she got—even skipping one or two classes. This slight lack of responsibility due to her obsessive-like behaviour made McGonagall her least favourite teacher because she came down upon her hardest for it.
The rain fell down and soaked every bit of her. It was unnaturally cold and Lily felt it take away more of herself now than it ever had before. Something was going to change this year. Six years of sitting out in the rain for as long as she could and getting sick as a result of it would change this year. In her seventh year, something would happen, something would change and for the first time in her life, the rain was giving her more by taking everything away this time.
Thankfully, no one knew about this secluded area—except for when it was sunny and bright—where all manner of good feelings were present. No one came here when it was cold, wet and raining. Especially when the rain took those feelings away from you—everyone thrived on happiness.
Popular in every way; with teachers, with boys, with friends, Lily found solace in the rain—the rain where she had nothing. The clouds above her would not care whether she failed a course, or whether she dated that boy or even whether she died the next day—it hardly even cared whether she was happy or not. Her fascination with the rain could hardly even be explained by herself—it was just natural and since she was five, she stood at the window, hours a day, watching the rain fall.
The clouds above growled hungrily and lightning flashed among its altitudes. Lights in the castle turned on and Lily glanced at her watch to see the time. It was supper now and she was to make a speech for the beginning of the year to the first years and returning students. She was made Head Girl this year—something that delighted her parents to no end. The boy opposite her—James Potter—was an unlikely candidate and she hardly cared to dwell upon why such a delinquent was chosen.
Getting up, she stood for a while, at the edge of the lake. The rain fell upon her, soaking through her robes and falling down her face and through her hair—making it somewhat frizzy and soft at the same time. Lily had envious hair—when it behaved and when it was fresh out of the rain. Water did not do it—rain did. Funny how the rain took away so much from her, but gave it all back once she was gone. It was almost as if it needed to strip it all away to bring her down to its level.
Normally, after getting up, Lily would be walking towards the castle. However, she also loved the rain because no one could ever see her cry in it.
Whoa, these 'page break' things are soooo cool. Like, wicked cool.
Anyway, this is 'RAIN' A personal favourite I like to write. It's... ah, I can't completely describe it. I can tell you I like writing this one lots. And the chapters are short, but I'm satisfied with the way they turn out every time.
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- Minute Maid
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