FLASHBACK- 3rd YEAR
"Hey Evans! Sirius here likes you!"
"No I don't!!" Sirius Black cried. He wrestled his best friend, James
Potter to the ground.
"Nobody would ever like that loser!"
END FLASHBACK
I wiped the sweat off my forehead from my usual nightmare of the night. Too bad they're always what happened to me at Hogwarts.no matter how hard I try I can't let go of the horrid memories of that place. I am Lily Evans, now 19 years old and living in America. I decided to move after my schooling at Hogwarts, I only went there because I was forced by my parents. Shortly after my graduation, the rising of a new evil wizard named Voldemort caused mayhem and mass killings. My parents, sadly, were two of the victims. My sister, Petunia, blamed me for their death, we have not spoken since. After this I moved to a new life in America, leaving my wizarding heritage behind. I now own a small bookshop in New York City, and live in the small but cozy apartment above it. The plus to my move: I never have to see the Marauders again.
Smiling at this thought, I leaped out of bed and grabbed my robe. I know many people prefer big fashionable mansions, but I am quite content with my loft. It is very crowded, but that makes it all the more enjoyable. Stepping over mountains of clothes on my floor (I do not like to clean very often) I went out my door and down the spiral stairs to the kitchen. I flipped on the television and busied myself making coffee and a bagel. 'Damn, out of cream cheese.' I groaned loudly and shut the fridge. After 10 minutes I poured myself a cup of the piping hot Colombian Supremo, my favorite. I lounged around watching the news for a while eating my plain bagel, looking up at the clock I realized I had better go open shop soon. I tossed my plate and mug into the sink and went to get ready.
I took a shower and dried my crimson red hair with my wand (Even though I had left the wizarding world, I still used magic to cut costs of buying more appliances. Hey, can you blame me?) I pulled it up into its usual loose bun and put on my khaki jeans and white blouse. Even though I didn't need them anymore, I slipped on my black rimmed square glasses anyway. I wore them when I was little, but over time my vision was corrected, but out of habit I still put them on.
LATER:
The shop had been open for over two hours now, and as usual I hadn't had one customer come in yet. I layed my head on the desk and drifted off into a half-sleep.
"Hello..." There was a voice faintly calling me in the midst of the darkness. "HELLO?" This time it came louder so I opened my eyes and looked up. There stood a gorgeous man with jet-black hair waving a hand in my face.
"Uhh, I would like to buy this book Miss." He had a strong British accent, an unusual find around this part of the world.
"Oh yeah, certainly. Terribly sorry about that, must have dozed off." I grabbed the book 'Stars and Other Space Phenomena' and rung it up in the register.
"Are you English by any chance? I can sense an accent in your voice."
"Yes I am." I said while putting the book into a paper bag. I looked up at him and handed him the bag, but found myself lost in his eyes. He looked so familiar, almost like-
"EVANS?!" "POTTER?!"
(----Don't worry it will be rewritten I don't like how I kept saying I, yes I noticed lol I just needed to get warmed up for this Essay in English tomorrow, oh well tell me what you think of the story plot anyway----)
I wiped the sweat off my forehead from my usual nightmare of the night. Too bad they're always what happened to me at Hogwarts.no matter how hard I try I can't let go of the horrid memories of that place. I am Lily Evans, now 19 years old and living in America. I decided to move after my schooling at Hogwarts, I only went there because I was forced by my parents. Shortly after my graduation, the rising of a new evil wizard named Voldemort caused mayhem and mass killings. My parents, sadly, were two of the victims. My sister, Petunia, blamed me for their death, we have not spoken since. After this I moved to a new life in America, leaving my wizarding heritage behind. I now own a small bookshop in New York City, and live in the small but cozy apartment above it. The plus to my move: I never have to see the Marauders again.
Smiling at this thought, I leaped out of bed and grabbed my robe. I know many people prefer big fashionable mansions, but I am quite content with my loft. It is very crowded, but that makes it all the more enjoyable. Stepping over mountains of clothes on my floor (I do not like to clean very often) I went out my door and down the spiral stairs to the kitchen. I flipped on the television and busied myself making coffee and a bagel. 'Damn, out of cream cheese.' I groaned loudly and shut the fridge. After 10 minutes I poured myself a cup of the piping hot Colombian Supremo, my favorite. I lounged around watching the news for a while eating my plain bagel, looking up at the clock I realized I had better go open shop soon. I tossed my plate and mug into the sink and went to get ready.
I took a shower and dried my crimson red hair with my wand (Even though I had left the wizarding world, I still used magic to cut costs of buying more appliances. Hey, can you blame me?) I pulled it up into its usual loose bun and put on my khaki jeans and white blouse. Even though I didn't need them anymore, I slipped on my black rimmed square glasses anyway. I wore them when I was little, but over time my vision was corrected, but out of habit I still put them on.
LATER:
The shop had been open for over two hours now, and as usual I hadn't had one customer come in yet. I layed my head on the desk and drifted off into a half-sleep.
"Hello..." There was a voice faintly calling me in the midst of the darkness. "HELLO?" This time it came louder so I opened my eyes and looked up. There stood a gorgeous man with jet-black hair waving a hand in my face.
"Uhh, I would like to buy this book Miss." He had a strong British accent, an unusual find around this part of the world.
"Oh yeah, certainly. Terribly sorry about that, must have dozed off." I grabbed the book 'Stars and Other Space Phenomena' and rung it up in the register.
"Are you English by any chance? I can sense an accent in your voice."
"Yes I am." I said while putting the book into a paper bag. I looked up at him and handed him the bag, but found myself lost in his eyes. He looked so familiar, almost like-
"EVANS?!" "POTTER?!"
(----Don't worry it will be rewritten I don't like how I kept saying I, yes I noticed lol I just needed to get warmed up for this Essay in English tomorrow, oh well tell me what you think of the story plot anyway----)
