Come What May
Disclaimer; Three guesses
Rating; R
Author's Notes; Okay! Guess who's just watched Moulin Rouge for the thousandth time? Yep. Me. And this is the result of it. Sure, it's nothing like the film. Well, it sorta is, but I had to change things. LoL. Hope you like it. And please review!
"No, No, No," James sighed, playing with the food on his plate. "Sirius, you need to. . . to. . ."
"Settle down," Remus offered, and James nodded, pointing his fork towards him.
"Exactly! Settle down, pick a lane, fall in love. . ."
"Settle down? Fall in LOVE? I'm seventeen!" Sirius exclaimed, looking at his friends as if they were crazy.
"Okay, so maybe you don't need the 'love' thing," Remus agreed. "But. . . do you really have to have a new girl on your arm every week? And do you have to break their hearts?"
"No, you're wrong," James said, frowning at Remus. "You do need the 'love thing', as you call it."
"Oh God, James is on something again. . ." Sirius groaned, making Peter snort with laughter. Then Sirius grinned wickedly. "And actually, I have a 'love thing' going on with each and every girl I've been with. You think I just keep them on my arm, and that's it?"
James shook his head. "Oh believe us, we don't think that. We share a dorm with you, if you remember."
"So? You're hardly Virgin Mary yourself, Jamie-boy."
"At least I care about the girls I date, instead of just fucking them," James retorted.
"Oh, get over it," Sirius said and rolled his eyes, having had this argument a lot in the past few days.
James had for some reason gone into some whole craze about love recently, and Sirius didn't understand it. It wasn't as if James had a clean reputation himself, so he didn't have the right to give Sirius the third degree about it, in his opinion.
And, Sirius thought, if James Potter thought he was going to find his true love in Hogwarts. . . Then he seriously was losing his head.
~*~
Lily Evans flounced into the bathroom in her dormitory; trying to ignore the glares and disgusted looks she was getting from some of her roommates. She came to a halt in front of the mirror, and then started to reapply her makeup.
She wasn't popular with many girls. She was popular with boys - God, yes - but she knew what most girls said about her behind her back. It wasn't as if she had no girlfriends; she had a small handful of very close ones. And she was glad she had friends. But boys were more important.
And she didn't mean that in a bimbo teenage girl way. It was true. In the long run, boys were more important.
Her parents had died when she was thirteen, and her then seventeen-year-old sister had immediately blamed her and kicked her out: leaving Lily without a home or family.
She'd been okay. Sure, she had to live in a sleazy hostel while she wasn't at Hogwarts, but it made her look at life differently.
She was on her own. Right now, her life was nothing. And if she wanted her future to be something, she had to find someone. Someone rich. Otherwise she wouldn't make it.
It was called survival. She simply had to survive.
So she didn't care if she was a slut. Didn't care how tight her clothes were, how heavy her makeup was. It was all in aid of survival.
And she'd be damned if she ended up how her sister wanted her to end up.
Dead. . . And dying alone.
~*~
Lily marched down the corridor on the way to her Divination class, talking to her friends but smiling flirtatiously at the many males she knew.
"Lily? Are you even listening?" a girl with large brown eyes and shoulder length dark brown hair demanded. Emma-Elle was probably Lily's best friend. She didn't care what she did, and didn't judge her for it. If anything, she'd happily go along to Lily's little meetings.
"Of course I'm listening, Elles," Lily answered with a roll of her eyes, and flipped her long red hair over her shoulders. Lily was proud of her hair. It wasn't ginger, it wasn't light brown, it wasn't strawberry blonde. . . it was red. Deep red. And long. It curled down until the middle of her back.
"You were not listening," Arabella, another of Lily's friends, said. "You were too busy making eyes with Malfoy!"
"Oh, so what? I'm listening now," Lily replied, grinning. "Go on. What were you saying, Elles?"
Emma-Elle sighed dramatically and rolled her eyes. "I just said, try and get a seat near the Marauders today."
"Gonna peer into their crystal ball, Emma?" Arabella smirked. "See if you can see you and Sirius and a big, white wedding?"
Or me and a Marauder, Lily thought silently to herself. And a whole load of money.
Disclaimer; Three guesses
Rating; R
Author's Notes; Okay! Guess who's just watched Moulin Rouge for the thousandth time? Yep. Me. And this is the result of it. Sure, it's nothing like the film. Well, it sorta is, but I had to change things. LoL. Hope you like it. And please review!
"No, No, No," James sighed, playing with the food on his plate. "Sirius, you need to. . . to. . ."
"Settle down," Remus offered, and James nodded, pointing his fork towards him.
"Exactly! Settle down, pick a lane, fall in love. . ."
"Settle down? Fall in LOVE? I'm seventeen!" Sirius exclaimed, looking at his friends as if they were crazy.
"Okay, so maybe you don't need the 'love' thing," Remus agreed. "But. . . do you really have to have a new girl on your arm every week? And do you have to break their hearts?"
"No, you're wrong," James said, frowning at Remus. "You do need the 'love thing', as you call it."
"Oh God, James is on something again. . ." Sirius groaned, making Peter snort with laughter. Then Sirius grinned wickedly. "And actually, I have a 'love thing' going on with each and every girl I've been with. You think I just keep them on my arm, and that's it?"
James shook his head. "Oh believe us, we don't think that. We share a dorm with you, if you remember."
"So? You're hardly Virgin Mary yourself, Jamie-boy."
"At least I care about the girls I date, instead of just fucking them," James retorted.
"Oh, get over it," Sirius said and rolled his eyes, having had this argument a lot in the past few days.
James had for some reason gone into some whole craze about love recently, and Sirius didn't understand it. It wasn't as if James had a clean reputation himself, so he didn't have the right to give Sirius the third degree about it, in his opinion.
And, Sirius thought, if James Potter thought he was going to find his true love in Hogwarts. . . Then he seriously was losing his head.
~*~
Lily Evans flounced into the bathroom in her dormitory; trying to ignore the glares and disgusted looks she was getting from some of her roommates. She came to a halt in front of the mirror, and then started to reapply her makeup.
She wasn't popular with many girls. She was popular with boys - God, yes - but she knew what most girls said about her behind her back. It wasn't as if she had no girlfriends; she had a small handful of very close ones. And she was glad she had friends. But boys were more important.
And she didn't mean that in a bimbo teenage girl way. It was true. In the long run, boys were more important.
Her parents had died when she was thirteen, and her then seventeen-year-old sister had immediately blamed her and kicked her out: leaving Lily without a home or family.
She'd been okay. Sure, she had to live in a sleazy hostel while she wasn't at Hogwarts, but it made her look at life differently.
She was on her own. Right now, her life was nothing. And if she wanted her future to be something, she had to find someone. Someone rich. Otherwise she wouldn't make it.
It was called survival. She simply had to survive.
So she didn't care if she was a slut. Didn't care how tight her clothes were, how heavy her makeup was. It was all in aid of survival.
And she'd be damned if she ended up how her sister wanted her to end up.
Dead. . . And dying alone.
~*~
Lily marched down the corridor on the way to her Divination class, talking to her friends but smiling flirtatiously at the many males she knew.
"Lily? Are you even listening?" a girl with large brown eyes and shoulder length dark brown hair demanded. Emma-Elle was probably Lily's best friend. She didn't care what she did, and didn't judge her for it. If anything, she'd happily go along to Lily's little meetings.
"Of course I'm listening, Elles," Lily answered with a roll of her eyes, and flipped her long red hair over her shoulders. Lily was proud of her hair. It wasn't ginger, it wasn't light brown, it wasn't strawberry blonde. . . it was red. Deep red. And long. It curled down until the middle of her back.
"You were not listening," Arabella, another of Lily's friends, said. "You were too busy making eyes with Malfoy!"
"Oh, so what? I'm listening now," Lily replied, grinning. "Go on. What were you saying, Elles?"
Emma-Elle sighed dramatically and rolled her eyes. "I just said, try and get a seat near the Marauders today."
"Gonna peer into their crystal ball, Emma?" Arabella smirked. "See if you can see you and Sirius and a big, white wedding?"
Or me and a Marauder, Lily thought silently to herself. And a whole load of money.