Good Girl - Prologue

louisaeve


Lily Evans isn't a good girl.

Oh that's the common opinion, that's get reputation. But everyone conveniently forgets that she wears ankle boots all through winter and most of autumn and spring, forgets that her sister and her don't speak ('for God's sake Petunia, just because you're jealous doesn't mean that you have to act like a slut') (she regrets that one pretty quickly - it's not like Petunia's ever spent a night with a guy). They forget the lies, the lies the lies the lies. She's nothing if not a liar, made up of half sketched promises which even he doesn't remember. She's willing to do a lot for her image. She lies ('you only like boys Evans') and lies and yet she can't stop yelling. Because when those dark brown glint with hurt, her heart gives a little wrench and at the same time she feels her body give a slight shiver at knowing that she's the one that caused that, that she's the one who had that power over him.

And yes she does get mad at him but late at night she also feels like she kind of provokes him and that sends another little shiver down her back and Lily Evans feels almost as dirty as those damn activists say she is.

(She kind of likes it.)


Lily woke up to Marlene throwing a set of shoes over her shoulder with a groan.

Pulling herself up on her bed she gave a yawn and looked over at Marly. "What's the problem?"

"I have a date at Hogsmeade and my shoes are all wrong," Marly groaned and rubbed her already made up face.

"Borrow my boots - they'll look good with your skirt," Lily grinned, observing that the rest of their roommates had already left.

"You're a doll!" Marlene exclaimed, pushing her long blonde hair over her shoulder as she rummaged in the trunk at the bottom of Lily's bed, looking for the shoes. "What are you doing today?"

"Probably just study for a bit in the library," Lily shrugged, fiddling with the bottom of the top her dad had gotten while away on his business trip in south America.

Marly gave a snort (because Marlene McKinnon was the type of girl that did whatever the fuck she wanted and was still hotter than you, thank you very much. "Sure love," she rolled her eyes and fluffed her hair. She was the only one who'd managed to figure out Lily's little game. The little game she played with herself and her friends and peers. Maybe it was because she was the only one close enough to Lily who even did anything near bad as Lily. "I have to go. I told Andy I'd be meeting him five minutes ago, at the Great Hall."

"Keep 'em waiting!" Lily called after Marlene as she exited the dorm with her head held high and black leather heels clicking.

Dragging herself out of bed with a yawn, Lily slipped into a set of jeans and a sweater. Sure it was spring but that didn't mean that Scotland was any kinder. Yawning once more, she traipsed into her bathroom to pull her hair into a bun (simplistic. No makeup and a bun, was the most socially acceptable for a sixteen year old maintaining her image).

Slipping her wand into the waistband of her jeans, Lily made her way down through the nearly empty Common Room (a few first and secound years were sitting around, moping at the thought of being unable to go to Hogsmeade with the rest of the school), and through the draughty corridors (she really should of brought a set of robes to put over her clothes), down to the Great Hall.

It was emptying out, with most students having already made it to Hogsmeade, with only a couple of little first and secound years picking at breakfast, and a few seventh and fifth years, who were trying to get ahead of all their exams. One such student was a friend of Lily's, Alice Fortescue. "Alice!" Lily exclaimed with quite real delight and seated herself next to her friend at the long Ravenclaw table.

"Hello Lily!" Alice smiled, her face showing lines which showed well despite her few years (she regularly beamed at those around her with genuine joy). "How are you doming?"

Lily gave a shrug and tilted her head from side to side. "Well I suppose," she grabbed a piece of toast from the table in front of her and buttered it. "Though I suppose you're much worse for wear!"

"Oh Lily take me away from these dreadful exams!" Alice exclaimed dramatically and held a hand to her forehead. "I feel like my brain will be overworked and I'll end up on the floor in a big pile of Alice mess!"

Alice was a pretty witch for all measures. No great beauty, but there was something rather charming about her blue eyes that crinkled when she laughed (which was often), and her hair which seemed constantly to be a great mess of mousey brown curls. Her fifer was nothing that stopped people where they stood, a little curvier than most witches her age, but it did lead to a few admirers during her schooling. However that had nothing to do with Sirius Black dropping down in the seat next to her, claiming it as his own and swinging an arm around her shoulders. "Alice," he smiled charmingly as always, slipping a packet of cigarettes into his jean pockets.

"Sirius," Alice attempted to look fierce and intimidating, but the effect was rather lost on Sirius who merely helped himself to a croissant resting on Alice's plate.

The two had known each other since they were quite young - both were purebloods with notable lines behind them and (although Alice's father had gotten into an argument of sorts with Sirius' a couple of winters ago in the courtroom) their families still got along, for appearances sake.

"What are you fine ladies doing this morning?" Sirius asked, biting into into the croissant he had filched.

"Studying," Alice replied, and Lily gave a roll of her eyes at Sirius' endearment, although she couldn't stop her lips from twitching. "Don't you have a date?"

"Unfortunately Monica and I have reached a slight . . . disagreement and the date won't be followed through with," Sirius rolled his eyes once more.

"Well," Lily gave a slight sniff of her nose in a manner she thought as a fitting reaction to this particular situation, and stood up. "I must be going. I have a lot of studying to do. Bye Alice, Black," she moved across the room bit promptly into the piece of toast.

"All these years and you still forget my first name Lil?" Sirius called back to her as she exited the hall and she gave her head a slight shake and allowed herself an amused eye roll, before making her way promptly to the library, and nodding at Madam Gaugh, whom she had unfortunately spent enough time with and as such was on what one might call a familiar acquaintance with.

Making her way to the back of the library (no one would consider being a pest to her there and this way she could merely sit and do as she pleased without having to worry about foolish little first years who only wanted to trouble her), she pulled over a seat nearer to the fireplace and quickly sent a charm towards the pile of wood sitting in the stone hall (honestly did no one even think of students comfort these days?) and grabbed her book she'd been reading the other day, still sitting untouched on the study table. Slipping the rather heavy tome off the table and into her lap, Lily gave a slight smirk as she saw the charm flickering as it recognised her, it's '100 Most Unsuccessful Charms In Asia in the Past 20 Years'. Not exactly the most exciting book, and as such, the perfect disguise for her paperback romance. Trashy and ridiculous it was the best kind of romance (the kind her mother would under no circumstance approve of).

Crossing her legs on the chair, Lily curled up and started flipping the still crisp papers of her novel, while observers looked on to see a studious sixth year, intently observing all mistakes she would be unwise to make.


With a yawn, Lily found herself curled up on the couch with her book still resting in her lap, open at a page where the golden haired 'Mr Right' had just declared his love, with a warning to the dark haired heroine that if she didn't choose 'Mr Right' over 'Mr Right Now', he would not be waiting for her.

Turning to the fireplace, Lily observed it had started burning out long ago, and now was left with only a few glowing embers for warmth. Deciding (well after consulting with the clock that she could just see if she craned her head around the Transfiguration section), that it was very nearly dinner, she picked herself up and cast down her book on the armchair she'd been reading in, before making her way out of the library (restraining herself from rolling her eyes at a group of secound years giggling over a (inaccurate) reproduction of a thirteenth century wizard/knight of some King's court.

She entered the Great Hall and walked down to the Gryffindor table, spurred to life with loud shrieks and giggles and shouts, almost a shock compared to the other houses, who sat and talked quietly, or at least in normal tones.

With a smile at her face (which she quickly hid) as Lily spotted one of the younger boys proudly showing off a prohibited item he had brought today in Hogsmeade, she stalked over and tapped him on the shoulder. The boy whirled around with excitement in his eyes, before deflating at the sight of Lily standing with her hands on her hips and an eyebrow raised. "You meant to have that here?" she asked.

"No," the boy stammered out, before lowering his eyes and handing it over to her, Lily's hand clutching it tightly.

"There won't be any more of these incidents shall there?" Lily's eyebrow was still raised and the little boy shook his head. "Good," she smiled and gave a ruffle to his head, before making her way over to where her friends sat.

"Where've you been?" Marlene raised an eyebrow. Her blonde hair was perfectly in place, as was her make up and skirt, and she looked well perfect. Except Lily wasn't completely stupid and she could see there was a certain glint to her eyes and a small bend in her seat and her make up was all too perfect for a long lasting charm applied in the morning.

"Library," Lily smiled, and sat down opposite Marly and next to Maisie Chang, another room mate. "What did you guys get up to in Hogsmeade?" Lily sent a small smile to Fatima, who'd been half heartedly trying to charm the pumpkin juice into water.

Fatima and Maisie were opposites as far as they go. Maisie was a pureblooded witch who thoroughly enjoyed Quidditch, food and not going to classes, while Fatima was Muggleborn like Lily and struggled for every class, trying to succeed in her new world. The two were chalk and cheese and yet they got along rather well.

"Well Marlene went off with Andy," Maisie explained through a mouthful of food. "And then after she ditched him and came back to us, where we were hanging out in the Three Broomsticks. You really should have come Lily!"

"I guess," Lily gave a slight smile. "But I was busy."

"Next time," Fatima pointed her wand at Lily's face, who winced as it let out a few sparks.

"Alright," she laughed and rolled her eyes. "So -"

"Evans dear," she heard the oh so charming voice of Sirius and placed her most sarcastic smile on, a glare ready as she turned her face to him.

"Black," she gritted her teeth. "Why're you sitting next to me?"

"Why not?" He shrugged and Lily watched as the rest of his friends seated themselves around the table, Fatima raising an eyebrow at Peter's nerve to sit himself next to her.

"Because it's weird?" Lily held up her hand in a slight shrug, her face contorted into an almost sneer.

"Two people who've known each other for nearly six years sitting next to one another for dinner? I wouldn't call that weird," Sirius teased, both of them used to this game of nonchalance, their relationship slightly strained due to friendships. This time Lily let a smile raise to her lips and turned to his friend, shaking her head once more.

"Potter," she greeted with a brisk nod. "Peter," she gave a slight smile at the somewhat less attractive friend of theirs, who looked slightly put off by Fatima blatantly ignoring him. "Remus," this time she gave an actual wave to the more bookish but by no means less devious male peer, who she happened to spend a fair bit of time with due to being the representatives from their house and year as Prefects for the school.

"Lil," James threw her a giant grin, which looked quite ridiculous, as he reached up to his head to ruffle his hair.

"Hygienic," she gave a smile and rolled her eyes.

"What?" James asked, looking genuinely confused, much to Marlene's amusement.

"Her father is a doctor," Marlene gave a giggle. "Hygiene is one of the first things on her mind."

Lily sent a small smile to Marlene. Somehow it was a lot more exciting when someone knew you were playing a game.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry!" Came a loud cry and immediately Lily stood up to help her friend, who'd managed to trip over three Hufflepuff's who were making to leave the hall, and was about to trip over herself, her Gryffindor scarf unravelled from her neck and falling near her feet.

"Hestia, always getting yourself in trouble right?" Fatima raised an eyebrow and gave a sigh, shooting another glare at Peter, who'd been unfortunate to drop the spoon he'd been serving a plate of food with back into the stew pot, splashing the liquid against it's sides and very nearly spilling onto Fatima's new robes her mother had sent over this past week.

Lily stood next to Hestia and picked her scarf up, winding it around her neck which had flushed from her pace, and pulled her robes around Hestia's shoulders. She'd evidently been running to make it to dinner in time and her dark cheeks were quite flushed. "Lily you don't have to," Hestia laughed, and pulled into a seat beside Sirius, falling forwards and having to be pulled back up be her neighbour, who she thanked with a blush rising to her cheeks and was quickly waved away.

"You're like her mother," Marlene said with a laugh that warned Lily that she was oh so nearly overdoing it. Be kind but don't act like you're completely made out of fairy floss.

"I don't think Evans is quite old enough to be a mother yet," Sirius said dryly, downing a mouthful of pumpkin juice.

"I don't know," James started sleazily and Lily felt herself tensing up, almost hoping for him to say the words she knew would be coming. "Maybe we old have a go and see?"

"Honestly Potter!" Lily hissed, feeling her cheeks turn red (she was a sweet girl, she was innocent, innocent girls blushed at raunchy comments). "Are you quite done? I was having a rather marvellous time with my friends until you came along and ruined it with some disgusting comment showing your true nature!"

"Lily I didn't-" James found himself cut off as Lily leaned back forward, her voice taking on a lethal hiss which if one didn't hear for themselves would find quite unlikely that such a tiny thing could possess.

"You didn't what?" Lily asked. "Didn't think?"

Moments of tense silence passed before James stood up and looked away, hands in his pockets. "I'm going for a walk," he said quietly, before making his way out of the hall with his feet dragging.

No one seemed quite sure what to do although this wasn't the first time an incident like this had happened (and certainly wouldn't be the last). No one except Lily and to a lesser extent, Marlene, who sat buttering her bun.

"So who's excited for summer?" Lily gave a smile once more.


So what do you think of my Lily? I have recently discovered I like bad ass female characters more than I like the good ones and what's more bad ass than ankle boots? Obviously Lily is still 'good' - this is cannon, but having a character who has like morally grey (liar!Lily) is more appealing than having a bunch of black and white characters right? Do tell me what you think though! Xx Louisa