I ran though the castle, away from my friends, enemies, everyone. But especially from one boy. James Potter. How dare he? How dare he do that to me? I asked myself as I ran, tears streaming down my face. Eventually, I got to a little alcove, where I cast a disillusionment charm over myself. Let the "Marauders" try and find me now!
She was curled up in a little ball, crying, when I came right up to her and said the reverse charm. She glared up at me, beautiful with her red, puffy eyes and tear stained face.
"Leave me alone, Bastard!" She cried, covering her face with her hands, not wanting me to see her in the state she was in.
He grabbed my hands, stopping me from hiding myself.
"What's up, Sweetheart?" He asked gently. This just sent me into peals of hysterical laughter. He looked on, worried. I stood.
"What's the matter? What's the matter?" I cried, incredulously. "You really don't get it? Fine. Fine! Now I understand why! So leave me alone!" I fell onto my butt, hard, but didn't wince or show any sign of pain.
I looked on in amazement. I had never seen Lily – MY Lily – look so upset or worked up. I couldn't understand what I'd done. I was guessing it was me, anyway.
"Lil, just tell me what the matter is, so I can help you!" I begged. She looked at me long and hard for a moment, before turning away and pulling back into herself again.
"If you don't know, why don't you go ask one of your many Girlfriends?" She asked bitterly. Suddenly, I thought I was understanding. I laughed, I was so relieved I understood what she was talking about.
I almost, almost, turned around to swear at him. Not that he'd understand, being pure-blood and all. So instead I just threw my hands up in the air, and, without turning around, said "Either you go, or I will, Potter."
I stared at her. Was I right? Was she jealous? Was that it? If she was jealous, though, how come I'd never noticed it before? How come not even Moony had? I shook my head. Girls. Completely crazy, every single one of them.
Suddenly, she stood up, grabbing her bag, which had slipped to the floor, and nearly knocked me over in the process. I instantly stood.
"Where are you going?" I demanded. She just ignored me, and tried to get round. I blocked her way out.
"Let me past!" I screamed at him. He flinched back, and pain filled his eyes, but he didn't move.
"Not until you tell me what the matter is!" He cried back, equally upset. I stopped to look at him again, really truly look at him. What I saw surprised me. He really didn't know. He really didn't understand. I sighed.
"Potter, you figure it out. Or get Remus to do it for you. If you don't know now, you really ought to ask him. Before you hurt anyone else!"
I looked at her, shocked. Was I really, truly right? She was jealous? I looked into her pain filled eyes, and saw I was.
"Were you jealous? Of those girls?" I asked. She nodded, then pushed me.
"Yes. I was jealous. Happy now? I was jealous that they have you now. That they can lie on your lap, and you'll play with their hair. That they don't care. That they haven't hard their hearts broken by you. And they won't. Because that's just how they are.
"So, now you know. So go! Leave! Get out of here!" I cried at him. I pulled out my wand, and prepared to hex him. He took one last long look at me, then backed away slowly. When I didn't drop my wand, he turned and walked away.
As I watched him go, and be greeted by his friends, who looked worried, I felt a single tear roll down my tear-stained face.