A/N:

A character study about Harry's daughter.

Written for Caesar's Palace's third shiping week (Lissome).

Word Count: 523

For whatever the reason, Lily Potter had gotten it into her head that dancing was her one true calling in life and that she simply had to appear before the Queen of England to show off her skills. She was only four, but she was very talented, mind you, and perfectly able to to fourth position.

She never did make it to the Queen of England's office after giving up on her dreams when she turned six, but she lost her knack for moving her limbs in just the right way.

Another Yule Ball was occurring in just a month, and all the fifth year girls were atwitter about who they might end up going with. Lily was just worried about tripping over her feet, forget about boys. Besides, O.W.L.s were this year, and she had absolutely no time for frolicking about while her career was at stake.

Sometimes she frowned at Albus's lack of ambition; his seventh year was not as N.E.W.T crammed as she had hoped for him. She hoped that he wasn't piggybacking off of their father's fame and hoped that he could make an honest career for himself. Of course, he would; he was a perfectly capable wizard. He just wouldn't be great.

Lily shrugged at her own thoughts. Albus had a different approach to life than she did, that's all.

The library was busy at this time of day; the hour after lessons had just ended and students were flocking to their books to get their assignments done before Quidditch practice (Lily was also very critical of this school's lack of extracurricular activities) and dinner.

She was thoroughly absorbed in working on her potions thesis. She, with Aunt Hermione's help, had gathered various materials on organic chemistry over the past few weeks, and she was growing more excited every minute to impress the potions master. There was one small problem; she was drowning in the work load. Thus, she strived to work more efficiently and tried harder.

Lily clenched her quill in a death grip as she found trouble grasping a certain material when someone (rudely, she might add) plopped right beside her. Nevermind them, she reminded herself. She could work here with other people around.

A few more minutes passed before she heard a snort and a familiar drawl.

"Honestly, you could live a little."

"Sorry?" Lily looked up from her work, mentally preparing herself to smash someone to pieces.

"Don't apologize for something that's ruining your own life. Though, I suppose, since I would like to ask you to the ball, it is becoming a bit of my own problem as well."

"Oh, Merlin," Lily almost bent her quill in half, barely restraining herself. "Shove your blonde little head right up that bleached arse of yours," she said without hesitation and returned to her work.

There were more important things to do (but she might not have admitted that after she returned to the dormitory and closing the curtains, she may have practiced her waltzing steps).