Summary: Lily has a nice conversation with someone (her diary? I'll just let you decide). About all the strange things about her. One James Potter in particular.
Disclaimer: I never wrote the HP books, I don't have the initials J.K.Rowling, and I'm not even British. So do I own Harry Potter: No.
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I am, as of today, officially, weird.
Not that I was ever completely normal of course, there are many strange things about me. The first, and most obvious, is that I'm a witch. As in wand waving, spell casting, potion making witch. And a rather good one too. I always got the top grades in my classes. Which brings me to the second 'not normal' thing about me. I actually like to study. For this reason alone, my friends have told me I'm crazy. A lot. But I can't help liking to know things. Yet another thing is my appearance. You see, I've got red hair. And not just normal red hair, but very, bright, non-orange, red, red hair. Some people think it looks beautiful. Some people though, thinks it looks like my head is on fire. I'm not quite sure who's opinion I share yet. And my eyes, that's another thing. See, they are green, bright green, just as my hair is bright red. I do like them though, their unique. In a good way.
The last thing that makes me stand out, is my behavior towards James Potter. Most people adore him. All the girls are in love with him, all the boys want to be him. Hell, even the professors like him, even though he is not really capable of obeying the rules. It is just wrong. I however, do stand up to him. I've told him off countless times, got mad at him countless times and rejected him countless times. Rejected him because, strange enough, he actually seems to like me. (I never said I was the only strange person at Hogwarts.)
But you know, the thing that makes me really weird, is what happened today. Because today, Potter, the jerk, decided he was going to kiss me. He actually did it too. And though that is not really so strange, seeing this is Potter we are speaking about, the following thing is.
I, Lily Rose Evans, actually liked being kissed by Potter.
And that, is something I really can't call it anything else but weird. (And strange of course, and illogical, and just plain wrong, and… Oke, I'll stop now, you get my point.)
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