Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter
So, um, these are my drabble/oneshots for Heather's Bouquet of Prompts. They kinda suck, but…meh.
Prompts: Lily/Lysander
Flower: Walnut - Intellect
For Heather, who made me start this :)
She's just sitting there, a book in her lap for no real reason other than to look like she's smart, make her look like she's trying to care.
She really doesn't, but she wants to.
She can barely keep her eyes on the page, the words just keep blurring, till she can't even be bother to try and read it anymore, casting it aside in pure annoyance. She glares at it for a few more seconds, before wrapping her arms around her knees, placing her oh so dainty chin on top of them. "I'll beat her this year," she tells herself, "I know I will"
"You do know you're only aiming for average with that," her head snarls back, "right?"
"The bitch needs to learn her place."
"So says the Hogwarts whore."
She replaces her chin with her forehead. She can't find much of a comeback besides: "shut it!"
Lily hears a branch something snap above her, her head snapping up and spinning around to gaze at her intruder.
He's rugged and blonde, with those massive eyes that look far too large for his head, and he's hanging from a branch while balancing on another like some fantasy action hero. A Scamander.
"Which one are you?" Lily asks, studying him carefully. "The lunatic or the insomniac?"
He tilts his head quizzically at her question, "'Sander," he answers after some time.
Lily sighs heavily, before returning to her previous pose.
Lysander jumps down to a lower branch with practised grace, sitting down and swinging his legs in an almost childish manner. "What are you doing?" He asks her, his voice unnaturally high for a boy his age.
"Studying," Lily replies, voice almost sarcastic.
"You're not doing it very well," he points out.
Lily stays silent.
He must've too.
'Cause he's lying on his stomach in front of her, barely seconds later, and she didn't hear a sound.
"Do you want any help?" He questions.
"Not from someone like you."
He shows no hurt. No anger. Just that same childlike expression, as he plucks something from around his neck and holds it in his fingertips. A walnut necklace. "'S my good luck charm," he states, "I think you need it."
Lily takes it from him, almost gingerly, trying to work out why he's helping her. She looks it over for a few seconds, studying it for abnormalities. She goes to say thank you, only to find he's disappeared back up his tree. She follows his example and decides to leave, placing the walnut around her neck while her brain whirs away, trying to process what just happened.
A week later, she takes the test - Lily would have beaten her, but Rose had a freak lucky streak and got a way higher score than average.
And on every other test.
But Lily's still wearing that necklace, even if she doesn't know why.