Why Her, why his little Lily Evans
Lily Evans awoke that morning to the beautiful sun shining into her room. When she looked around she saw the usual 4 other roommates and the magnificent room they lived in. "I love Hogwarts." Lily would say this to herself every morning, it because sort of like a tradition for her.
Quietly she got out of bed (it was 8am on a Saturday) and tiptoed to the bathroom. She brushed out her just below the shoulder auburn-red hair and through it up into a messy bun. "Oh well, the easiest thing to do with it!" she said to herself. Lily looked back into the mirror into her eyes; so many people would tell her they were her best feature. "Well, it's the best I'll ever look, I'll never look like Arabella." With a final look back into the 4th year dorm room she walked down the stairs into the common room, only to bound right up the stairs opposite the ones she just came down.
Lily ran into the room marked 6th year boys and looked for her best friend. Spotting the messy dark brown hair she walked over and sat down on his bed. "James… James darrrrrrrrling!" she called softly. Lily shook him ever so slightly. Being the light sleeper that he was he woke up quickly. "What's wrong, what is it…Lily, what's the matter?" Whoa De-javu... dreaming of her and now here she is he mumbled, obviously still half asleep. "Nothing silly! Just come to wake up my best friend! Meet me downstairs in 10 minutes! We haven't got to have our yearly back to Hogwarts chat!" Saying that, Lily got up and pranced out of sight down into the common room.
James got dressed as quickly as he could. He looked at himself in the mirror. "She's like a little sister, snap out of it! It would never work, now go down there and be the big brother type you should be." James shook himself a little, he was James Potter after all, Prefect, head-boy to be, quidditch captain, Maurder, and a player at heart, why was he having these feelings for Lily.
Lily Evans awoke that morning to the beautiful sun shining into her room. When she looked around she saw the usual 4 other roommates and the magnificent room they lived in. "I love Hogwarts." Lily would say this to herself every morning, it because sort of like a tradition for her.
Quietly she got out of bed (it was 8am on a Saturday) and tiptoed to the bathroom. She brushed out her just below the shoulder auburn-red hair and through it up into a messy bun. "Oh well, the easiest thing to do with it!" she said to herself. Lily looked back into the mirror into her eyes; so many people would tell her they were her best feature. "Well, it's the best I'll ever look, I'll never look like Arabella." With a final look back into the 4th year dorm room she walked down the stairs into the common room, only to bound right up the stairs opposite the ones she just came down.
Lily ran into the room marked 6th year boys and looked for her best friend. Spotting the messy dark brown hair she walked over and sat down on his bed. "James… James darrrrrrrrling!" she called softly. Lily shook him ever so slightly. Being the light sleeper that he was he woke up quickly. "What's wrong, what is it…Lily, what's the matter?" Whoa De-javu... dreaming of her and now here she is he mumbled, obviously still half asleep. "Nothing silly! Just come to wake up my best friend! Meet me downstairs in 10 minutes! We haven't got to have our yearly back to Hogwarts chat!" Saying that, Lily got up and pranced out of sight down into the common room.
James got dressed as quickly as he could. He looked at himself in the mirror. "She's like a little sister, snap out of it! It would never work, now go down there and be the big brother type you should be." James shook himself a little, he was James Potter after all, Prefect, head-boy to be, quidditch captain, Maurder, and a player at heart, why was he having these feelings for Lily.