Hello everyone! This is my first story… ever. So I'm a pretty inexperienced… I know it is rather choppy. I know this chapter is short. Tell me what you think, or if I need to completely rework it. Read on!
Chapter One: The Meeting
"Bloody hell, bloody hell, damn muggle clocks,' thought Lily Evans as she leaped out of bed. The clock, glowing red numbers reading 10:40, was given a look of venom. It hadn't gone off that morning, leaving the redheaded witch late for her train.
Muttering, she grabbed her willow wand and magicked herself into a casual red dress. With a quick swish and flick, her now weightless trunk floated in front of her as she flew down the stairs.
Her parents were sitting in their kitchen, sipping coffee unconcernedly.
"Why didn't you wake me? I could have missed the train! And now I'm late, and I can't find that blasted Head Girl Badge, and Dumbledore's going to hate me..." Lily trailed off, searching beneath piles of papers, before looking at the trash bin, a suspicious look on her face. "You don't think Petunia would have thrown it away do you? Sneaky little…"
Her mother look tired. Raising her eyebrows, she pointed to the middle of the table, where a gleaming badge read Head Girl.
"Petunia wouldn't have thrown it away." Lily snorted, pinning the badge to her chest. "And I tried to wake you. You threw a book at me. And your not going to be late if you leave now."
Oh. Well, that explained it. Oops.
"Sorry Mom… I didn't know. But you're right, I should probably leave, though not without some coffee," Lily stated, pouring a steaming mug. "Can't be tired on my last first day."
She hugged her parents goodbye, along with a promise to write weekly, and apparated to King's Cross. The station was busy, overflowing with muggles who looked at her strangely as she pulled her trunk to 9 ¾. Checking to make sure no one was looking at her, she casually leant against the wall, and faded into it, before appearing on the other side. Appearing on the other side, Lily was relieved to see students were still milling around, first years crying and older students hugging friends. Her friend Agnes waved her over, but Lily pointed to her badge and signaled that she had to go. Agnes nodded, and Lily walked towards the gleaming red train.
Stepping onto the train, trunk in tow, Lily looked down the narrow hallway, until she saw a compartment labeled "Head Boy and Girl." Sliding it open, she immediately perched on the seat, crossed her legs Indian style, and finished her coffee.
It occurred to her that the Head Boy was taking his dear sweet time. He was already ten minutes late. She didn't mind, necessarily. It was nice to have her own compartment, or would be until some arrogant little prat strutted in. All the prefects seemed to be elitist bastards, overly concerned with school and immersed in their own ego. She hated them.
Lost in her thoughts, she didn't even notice that a tall, dark-haired boy walked in.
"And you are…?" He said arrogantly, looking at her.
Lily's face snapped up, and hazel eyes met green. She looked at him for a minute, a blank expression on her face, before realization hit, and she started laughing. Uncontrollably. Embarrassingly. She tried to turn her laugh into a cough, so it would be less obvious that she was laughing at him. Bloody hell, she was choking. 'Calm down, calm down,' she repeated in her head, as her laughs started to subside.
The boy she recognized as James Potter simply looked at her, his face displaying his annoyance at her outburst.
Having finally gotten a hold of herself, Lily began to speak. "Sorry, I had a... erm… a tickle. A tickly feeling. In my throat. And I'm Lily, a Gryffindor. " She began to whistle, glancing outside the window. An awkward silence ensued.
There was no need to ask him who he was. She already knew, as did the rest of the wizarding world. A descendent of Godric Gryffindor, he was essentially royalty, a fact he knew, and exploited. She disliked him. He always threw parties, which the prefects (read: Lily) then cleaned up, he was never serious, and he had heartlessly shagged nearly every girl in seventh year. He was everything she hated about the male species.
James, of course, wouldn't know about her hatred, or her. She was a self-described outcast, preferring to paint or listen to music, then cheer for him at Quidditch matches. Her best friend Agnes and her would rather sneak out to go to concerts and smoke. Or be silly and dance like lunatics around Hogwarts.
"So," James began, "should we start our first prefect meeting? I have a few ideas about what to say." He looked over to the pretty girl, sure of her approval.
She snapped. Damn her quick temper.
"You know what to say? You are going to give instructions to the prefects? You have never been a prefect, don't deserve this position, and know nothing about jour job." Lily paused. She may have been too harsh. But then, she was ok with burning bridges.
She stood up, set down her empty mug of coffee, and walked to the prefect compartment. After briefly addressing the prefects, she turned to go.
"Lily? What about the Head Boy?" a blonde Alyssa Abbott inquired. The group quieted, eager to find out who their other leader would be. Her answer was unnecessary. At that moment, Potter marched in, clearly annoyed.
"I'm the Head Boy. My name is James Potter. I realize that I was never a prefect, but I spent enough time avoiding you that I know your duties." He grinned, and Lily rolled her eyes as a few fifth year Hufflepuffs practically swooned. "I'm sure Lily," he practically spat her name, "has told you everything you need to know. You are dismissed."
As the students cleared out, she became aware he was staring her down. Oh, he wanted to chitchat. This was going to be painful. Ok, time to hide shy Lily and be the bitch she knew she could be. Narrowing her bright green eyes, she looked at him.
"Yes?"
"Reasoning behind the irrational hatred?"
"Unimportant. Reason you got the badge?"
"Isn't it obvious?"
Lily snorted. Turning, she swept out of the compartment.
Or would have, if there hadn't been a table. Tripping over it, she silently cursed all tables. And Potter, as she heard laughter behind her.
Damn. She would have to work on her exits.
Not up to another confrontation with Potter, she decided it was time to find Agnes. She found her near the middle of the train, engrossed in reading a magazine.
"Muggle or Magical?" Lily enquired, leaning against the doorway.
"Magical. Not that you would understand. Honestly. I don't know how you can stand Braybur and Byrod. Disgsuting, it is."
"Bradbury and Byron. Good God. Better classics than," Lily glanced at the magazine, "Enchantress? Dear Merlin, is that a beauty magazine?"
"Don't look so alarmed, Lily dear, I'm reading it for the story on Wendolyn Ghadfir. She's running for Minister of Magic."
"Oh. I thought I'd lost you to the dark side of the room."
"You could never."
The dark side of their dorm room included three girls they referred to as the Medusas. They were rather stuck up purebloods. The war had led to a clear distinction between the groups, and Lily had been exiled from the group in fourth year. It was then that Agnes befriended her, and they were close ever since.
Flinging herself into a chair, Lily sighed. "That's good. Otherwise I would have to keep the crack mix all to myself."
The other girl laughed as Lily pulled out a bag of the girls' favorite food. As the train moved, the two girls munched and giggled, catching up on each other's summer and talking excitedly about plans for the upcoming year.
crack mix is puppychow, or that addictive substance composed of chocolate, peanut butter, powdered sugar, and chex mix.