Lily Evans danced through the corridors, simply glowing with happiness. Nothing could dampen her spirits - or so she thought. As she twirled down the 2nd floor corridor, she slammed face first into Sirius Black. He had chuckled at her, helping her up with a stupid grin on his face. Lily blushed crimson to her roots, lifting up an ashamed face to meet his bemused one. Lily mumbled an apology and tried to manoeuvre around him, but only managing to trip and fall again. Sirius chuckled again, and took her hand to help her. She took it gratefully, Sirius had always been the most attractive, and one of the more decent marauders - Remus being her favorite. She started to walk in the opposite way that she had started, too out of sorts to notice. Sirius didn't say anything, and just walked with her. When they arrived at the portrait, Sirius smiled, pulled her close to his chest into a soft embrace and whispered into the top of her head, "be careful." Lily reminisced in the deep rumblings of his voice and sighed contently. He let her go, and uncharacteristically kissed her softly on the lips, before disappearing though the portrait hole. Lily stood outside of it stunned.
That was the night that Lily Evans fell in love with Sirius Black.
Sirius cursed himself for his stupidity, Lily was supposed to be in love with James. Sirius was supposed to be helping James whisk her off into a fairytale, not fall in love with her. He shook his head, looking at his own image in the mirror scathingly. He was the worst mate in history, no, worst mate EVER. He tugged at his now lank black hair, frowning at it. He went to take a shower, hoping his hair would turn to the wonderful luscious it usually his. He stood in the steaming shower, washing all his worries away. Sirius Black did not sing in the shower, no, Sirius Black bellows in the shower. As he wailed Do the Hippogriff by The Weird Sisters, he thought about Lily. Lily's perfect shade of red hair, her full red lips that gracefully turned up in the corners when she's amused. Lily's sparkling green eyes, they way her eyelashes beat the fire-ant trait of redheads, and are as long and dark as the moon casting shadows. He shut off the steaming water grudgingly, grabbing a white fluffy towel and wrapping it around his midsection. He ignored himself in the foggy mirror, pulling on some clean cotton pyjama bottoms. He climbed into his four poster bed, and closed the curtains. He fell asleep rather quickly, hoping his mind would wipe free from his obsession.
Lily sat in her room, empty as usual, with Rocky Horror Picture Show playing. Her eyes misted over as she sang along to Super Heroes. Her hand absently running across the other. "But all I know is down inside, I'm beeding." Her favorite song, playing as loud as it can go. She eventually fell asleep, tears running down her face for reasons even she didn't know. Her hand lay on her speaker system, in attempt to turn it off. Rose Tints my World playing, Lily's light breathing in the background.