All characters and settings belong to J.K. Rowling. And there might be a quote that belongs to William Goldman. Title comes from a song by The Rolling Stones. Art by Burdge Bug.
Lily Evans has had it.
Gryffindor just beat Hufflepuff in yet another Quidditch match. Shortly after the euphoria of her House's victory, Lily notices James Potter running laps around the field, broomstick held above his head, bellowing enthusiastic nonsense. Lily looks down. No doubt will that James Potter have the nerve to ask her out on another date. All of a sudden, he has become quite keen on this, probably because his best friend, Sirius Black, physically matured right before their third year, and is quite jealous that someone completely uninterested gets all the girls now.
Lily slyly turns and walks away from the Quidditch stands, past some rowdy Gryffindors, discouraged Hufflepuffs, and many confused Ravenclaws and Slytherins, unsure of for whom they should cheer. She lifts her dark red hair out of her almond-shaped, bright green eyes and makes her way back to the castle, hoping to catch up with her closest friend, Severus Snape, a Slytherin at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She sighs. He must have already gone back into the castle, immensely annoyed with Gryffindor's triumph.
Oh, well. At least the walk's not bad,Lily thinks, slightly lifting her hand to feel the warming spring air and bits of dandelion fuzz. It is a very nice walk. Quiet, too. Being the youngest in her family as well as one of the several Gryffindor four-years, she rarely gets time to herself. While she thinks this, she looks apologetically at Hagrid's hut and feels guilty about having not visited the gamekeeper in weeks. Well, last week she tried but as she stepped through the familiar door, James Potter and Sirius Black just stared at her as if they had seen nothing like her, so she smiled, waved, and left. She might stop by later and explain her quick departure.
"Evans! Evans! EVANS!"
Lily shakes her head and gazes forward yet blankly, speeding up.
"EVANS!"
She is running.
"Hey! Wait!" James Potter now jogs by her side, pulling at her sleeve. He is still in his Quidditch uniform, his broom slung over his shoulder, his hazel eyes dancing, his untidy hair covered in dirt and reeking sweat. Apparently, that untidy hair is a typical Potter trait. Lily pities whatever woman's genes are tainted with it. "Evans! Did you see the Quidditch match? Boy, we sure did well! Did you see my goal? I was even surprised myself-I don't think I've ever thrown from that far! What… Evans?"
"Save your breath, please," she mutters, trying to open the castle door. It is locked. She softly curses.
"As you wish. Oh, and that door's locked." Potter slouches and scoots away, turning back towards the Quidditch field.
At least he could have been a gentleman and unlocked the door for Lily. She angrily takes out her wand and mumbles "Alohomora!"