She gazed down through her bedroom window at the green grounds of her school. From a mid distance she contemplated the diverse groups of teenagers savoring the warm Saturday. A Ravenclaw girl read a book while her handsome Hufflepuff boyfriend rested his head on her laps. A few feet across them two small kids –apparently first years- threw spells at a huge brown frog which was determined to escape the sure dangers of the inexperienced wizards.
"Lily come on! Aren't you ready? I'm starving".
She gazed once more in hopes to find him. Suddenly she saw who she was looking for. By their favorite summer spot was a thin, miserable looking Slytherin boy waving his wand at apparently nothing. Then she remembered the cause of her earlier anger: mudblood, he had said; followed by a thousand ways to apologize, but it had felt too bad, too disappointing, too harsh to just let go. And then she doubted.
"Do you think I'm being a bit… hard on him?"
"What? On who?", her roommate looked down through the window, catching Lily's direction, looking for whatever it was that had captured her friend's attention. "Oh! Him… No Lily! It was a horrible thing to say to you! Maybe you don't get the entire gravity of the circumstances, but coming from someone raised by a witch it's even worse, he knew exactly what he was saying".
That thin, pale, miserable looking boy had been her first real window to the magic world. She couldn't help feeling terrible, if not guilty for breaking her promise. She had promised herself she would pull him away from the terrible company that was surrounding him. She had also promised herself she would always let her companionship make the best of him, letting him feel as especial as she knew he was. She let a tear escape desperately through her eyelash.
"Maybe I should… listen to him. I'm worried about him".
"Lily! Stop it! You're hurting yourself! He's a lost cause. It surprised me how long you two stayed friends. Write my words, we are only going to hear bad things about him in the future. Listen, If I were you I would stop concerning so much for the wannabe Death Eater and would start winking my eye more at that James guy. He totally fancies you and he's cute!"
"Yeah, he is… but you left out insufferable, arrogant, perfectly gifted jerk!"
"Alright! Calm down… I just said he was cute. Anyway, you'll fancy whoever you want. For now could we please go down and eat?"
She gazed one more time as if that would give her a last minute suggestion, until her friend pulled her apart from the window. She walked to the door remembering how many times he had begged her to forgive her. Would she? Could she? She had hoped for her anger to pass and now that it did she only felt worse, because now the wound would just burn. She thought that eventually he would change his ideals and when it happened, eventually, they would be friends again, because… how long could they stay like this? She trusted her hopes of one day hanging together again, like they used to. After all, how long could two friends like them pretend that the other one didn't exist? Not too long, that's for sure, it would eventually be fixed.