If I had a biography of myself, i'd say I was 15 years old right now, I had a light shade of brown hair, close to to dirty blonde actually, and rather bright green eyes that I had gotten from my mother. I´ve been in hogwarts as long as I can remember, and tonight I was going to help my best friend get ready for the prom, dance or whatever you called them. Everyone has been buzzing about it all week, asking eachother out and who knows what more.
I was sorted into Ravenclaw, according to the Sorting Hat I had the ability to study well and to make friends quick, though he had the slight feeling I could also be sorted into Slytherin, yousee I have quite the temper. I sighed as I layed down on my bed staring up the ceiling as my best friends faced popped up in my view. C'mon, you can't be telling me you haven't been asked out?" She sat down next to me as I snorted. "No I haven't quite honestly." Ofcourse Ravenclaw girls weren't seen as the most pretty ones in hogwarts, mostly because we don't care all that much about our looks, atleast not as much as our grades. I sighed and sat up, I have changed alot and grown some curves , let my hair grow since I always had it short, and all that, so secretly I did expect to be asked out, but heck no one even noticed. "What about you Dana?" I asked as she nodded her head. "Uhm, do you remember Zacharias Smith?" I nodded my head and stuck out my tongue, I never really liked the guy. Dana punched me teasingly and helped me up. "Since you're not going to do anything, help me out please? You're magical with make-up." I giggled and got up, getting my stuff to help me friend out.
"Ohmygod Lily! I look.. wow amazing, if I can say that about myself." She giggled as I smiled at her,"You sure look amazing, now go see your guy, he's probably waiting for you." She squeeled and hugged me before running out. I sighed grabbing my robes deciding to go for a long walk outside, seeing as the library was closed due the events.
I sighed as the cold air hit my skin roughly, I cuddled my robe tighter to me as I noticed a figure standing near the lake. I frowned when I realised it was the one and only Malfoy, wanting to turn around but it seemed he had already spotted me.
"Heh, Grey, Lonely as ever huh?" I huffed my face immediatly turning cold and harsh, to match his ofcourse. "You're not the one to speak, did your puglike girlfriend leave you alone?" This remark took more effect as I though as his frown deepend and I swear I saw his hand raise a little to slap me right there. "Shut it Grey, atleast I don't scare away everyone." I glared back at him, he had hit a soft spot right there. "Atleast I don't whine around and treaten to tell my daddy everything something happens." He scowled back at him, if he wanted a fight he could get one, the fights we had weren't unknown around hogwarts, I admit I turned his hair purple once during potions, but then again the next day my own hair was green. During Quidditch matches between the two houses either of us always got hurt... or the both of us like last time, where we slammed into eachother, not my fault though I keep saying, he wasn't looking out. "Atleast I have a father." He muttered darkly, and smirked in victory afther seeing my defeated face. No my father wasn't dead, well to me he was, he was a death eater, much like Malfoy's father only more insane and impulsive, he had wanted to make me into a death eater aswell but my mother and I had ran, and still are running. I was at loss for words for a moment, before I simply raised my hand and slammed it across the blondes face. "Don't talk, about my father. " He stumbled in the grass looking up with a red face and holding his even more red cheek. "How dare you!" "What will you father hear about this too?" He raised my eyebrow and crossed my arms. I swore a fight was going to break lose right there untill that pug, Pansy Parkinson interupted. "Dracooo! Ohmygod what happend, what in merlins beard did she do?" He huffed turning around as felt Malfoy's stabbing glares in my back.
What a wonderfull Yule ball it was for me.
I sighed and layed down on my bed thinking about the events. I had always loved my father, I thought he was the greatest, untill he suddenly wanted me to become part of this insane cult Voldemort had made, my mother ofcourse hadn't seen it comming, neither did I, he was loving untill something changed, I had no idea what they did to him, but whatever it was drove him insane as he became a Death Eater. I sat up punching my pillow. This was worse then actually havin ga dead father.