Lily heaved a long sigh as she determinedly wrote her Charms essay, she was seated in her favourite corner of the library, surrounded by an ant hills worth of books. These books piled around her had nothing to do with her essay, (a book titled "Handbook of Hippogriff Psychology" gave this away clearly). These books merely served as a barrier for Lily's privacy, which she didn't seem to be getting enough of these days.
Deciding her essay was long enough, she packed up her things and made to disassemble her privacy barrier, but thought better of it. She felt the back-pocket of her jeans and sighed in relief as she pulled out a short novel she had been reading called Love's Ransom. She sunk back into her chair and immediately began reading the novel, a look of hatred mixed with focus would flit across her face every few minutes as she read.
It was a romance novel, Lily hated romances, she would go on rants about how terribly sappy and unrealistic they are, or just plainly stated that she hated them with her entire being. Her friends fell victim to her rants so often, that whenever they heard or saw the tell-tale signs that Lily was going to go on a tangent about "how stupid it is that a girl can fall in love so easily", they would roll their eyes and smirk at each other while grabbing more food for their plate in the Great Hall.
To any outsider to Lily's little friend group, it would just seem that she simply hated romances, but Marlene, Alice and Mary knew better, Lily was obsessed with the genre, she read them where-ever or whenever, whether it was during lunch in the Great Hall, waiting outside a classroom for the teacher, or even patrolling the corridors during Head Girl duties.
To put it simply, Lily Evans had a complicated, confusing, hate-filled relationship, with a genre of books.