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Chapter 3- What a fantastic birthday
I had a feeling this wasn't going to go well. Who in their right minds would ever hire me? My 18th was tomorrow and I really needed to find a job and start getting money. Mu mum had made it clear that she wanted me to start living on my own: now that Tuney was so close to getting married she wanted to turn our bedrooms into a work place where she could sew all day. I had already talked it over with Izz and Leane, as Mari was going to live Mitch (she wouldn't speak to us for a day because we had been giggling about what they would be doing), we were going to get an apartment to share or either get one relatively close together. James, Peter, Remus and Sirius had been talking about doing the same as well.
So, I needed to get this job. With shaking fingers, I opened the door to The Daily Prophet.
"You here for a job interview?" I had barely stepped foot into the room when the woman behind the desk asked me the question.
"Um, yes." I said in a shaky voice. "My name's Lily Eva-"
"I'm sorry but the job has already been filled." I blinked. Staring at the woman, who obviously had some sort of grudge against me, as she sneered at my confused face.
"By who?" I demanded after a seconds silence, finally finding my voice.
A cough interrupted my thoughts, and I turned, looking straight into the eyes of Scarlett Browning.
That bitch.
"What are you doing here?" I hissed, pointing in her direction with a venomous glare on my face.
She merely giggled, twisting a single curl around her dainty finger. "I'm here to do my job. You, Evans?"
"But that was supposed to be my job!" I bit down on my tongue, not wanting the tears to flow from my eyes. Scarlett was doing this on purpose.
"I'm a bitch?" She spat out the words, her eyes clearly becoming more angrily as she stepped closer to me. "A bitch for being in love with James Potter?"
"But you're not in love!" I said frantically, trying to ignore her death glare.
"And how would you know? You were pining after James like some pathetic freak who's a stalker!" I winced at her choice of her words... was I really a freak? I hadn't been 'pining' after him... I just... was very passionate.
"James never told you, did he?" Just the look of her face made my stomach churn terribly, she was smirking at me, clearly knowing something I didn't.
She cleared her throat, and after shaking her hand through her hair she began to speak: "How long have you two been together?" She asked, raising an eyebrow to which I raised one back. "4 months? Five? Let me tell you something, Evans- James Harold Potter doesn't do long relationships."
"And how would you know!" I bit back, but stopped suddenly and gasped at the look on Scarlett's face.
No way. No way in LIMBO did James ever go out with her!
"I was his first." She grinned. What did she mean by that? First kiss? First girlfriend? First, dare I say it, partner for sex? Clearly Scarlett wasn't going to say it.
"I've known him since we were bloody five years old. I am his best friend; he said he loved me and I know still does. So you, Lily Evans, are not going to spoil this. Just get of my bloody way. You are only embarrassing yourself."
There hadn't been time to answer back, seven minutes were up and Scarlett went out of the wardrobe with a huge smile on her face, telling James that I was so sweet.
"I'm sorry Miss Evans," The woman behind the desk sighed, casting me a weary glance. "But you're going to have to leave; otherwise I'll be contacting the ministry."
I heard Scarlett give out a snigger.
Fine.
I will leave with my head held high.
"Bye Evans," Scarlett's voice rang out as I opened the door, "I'm sure I will be seeing you soon!"
I really hope not.
If The Daily Prophet didn't accept me and gave the job to Scarlett then who would give me a job?
I had decent enough NEWT results-
Transfiguration- Acceptable
Defence Against The Dark Arts- Outstanding (I had James to thank for this, when we all found that we had passed Defence with flying colours we all ended up having a hangover again the next morning.)
Care Of Magical Creatures- Poor
Potions- Outstanding (Surprisingly I was the only one who got an Outstanding in our group, something everyone was baffled at.)
History Of Magic- Acceptable
Charms- Exceeds Expectations
Muggle Studies- Outstanding (To be expected, obviously)
I hadn't done as well as I had in Sixth year but it was still fine. The only problem was that with the war coming closer and there being more Death-Eater attacks, it was getting harder to find jobs.
But I must succeed.
Somehow.
...
James Potter was exactly where I had left him. He was still sitting on the sofa in my living room, swinging his legs about in a bored manner.
His eyes lifted up when he heard me, and called out "Liiiilllly! Did you get it? You did didn't you? I am so happy!" He swung off the couch, sweeping me in for a massive hug.
"Um... James... I didn't get it." I felt my face redden as he gave me an incredulous look.
He immediately dropped his arms from my back. "What?" He asked shrilly, his eyes widening with anger and confusion.
"Someone else got the job..." I sniffed.
"Who was it, Lils? I'll go and kill them for you." OH PLEASE DEAR JAMES! PLEASE DO! Obviously I didn't say this...
"Scarlett..." My voice screeched, my eyes betraying me as I felt tears run down my cheeks.
"Oh Lily." James moved the hair out of my face, bringing a hand under my chin so I was staring into his large hazel eyes. "I'm sorry. But, maybe this just means that being a Journalist isn't for you. There are loads of other jobs-"
"Like what?" I scoffed. "Florish and Botts? The Hogs Head?" My voice rising after each shop I could remember was screeched, James just stood opposite me giving me the most amused look.
"Just don't worry about it!" His voice was clear and strong, it made me stop immediately.
"You shouldn't be blaming Scarlett that she ended up with the job, kay?" There was no point arguing with James about Scarlett. They had gone out with each other before. Before James had even started to like me probably. And that scared me. Apparently boys never forget their first ex.
The living room door opened with a bang, and in flew Petunia, who turned up her nose at the sight of James and I.
"Get out of here, you freak! And take your freak play-boy too!" Tuney scoffed, ignoring the growl from James, entering the living room with a couple of her friends.
"I need to go now, anyways." James sighed, standing up from his seat and stretching his arms. "I'll see you tomorrow."
Just as I was about to scream and grab hold of him, demanding him not to leave, a shrill voice rang through the living room. James and I both glanced up at the sound, standing next to Tuney, who was still giving us the death glare, stood Anrietta; her mouth was wide open as she gazed at James as if he was something she had never seen before.
"LILY!" Anrietta gushed, running to my side and grasping onto my hand. She greeted me as if she was an old friend, but she didn't seem to notice the stony glare I was giving her: her concentration was fully on James.
"Is this your boyfriend?" She looked up at James and batted her eyelids.
"Um. Yes," I said hastily. Glancing around the room I noticed it wasn't just Anrietta who had her eyes on my boyfriend, the whole group of Tuney's friends were slobbering over him.
"Uh, this is James- my boyfriend. And James... these are... Tuney's friends." James gave them all a nod and a small smile, which made them shriek and swoon... pitiful.
"Lily, I think it's time you and James left." Tuney cleared her throat, her eyes shining viciously with an icy stare.
"Right. Yeah. 'Course." James grimaced and, giving Tuney a fake smile, grabbed my hand out to the hall.
"How on earth can she be such a bitch?" Was the first comment James gasped angrily as I opened the front door. I just shrugged my shoulders.
"I've gotten used to it, I guess." I said with a bitter smile.
James shook his head, muttering something.
"I'll see you tomorrow, my Lily-flower." He kissed my lips softly, sending me a wink and a smirk as he skipped down the steps to his house.
I'll be 18. Bloody hell. The legal age for muggles!
No one had said anything about throwing me a party; I had strictly told all the marauders I didn't want a celebration... but... this is the marauders here... oh God. Since I'll be the last to turn eighteen they'll probably go all out.
NOOOOOOOOOO.
...
Here I am sat in my living room with only the TV as a source of social communication. My parents had gone out to a garden party with some old people, I think they wanted me and Tuney to celebrate my birthday together, but as soon as they left Tuney went off with Anrietta (who has told me that when James and I stop dating I need to ring her... because she wants to get with him... Hmmm.).
And it's only bloody one pm!
I had woken up only like an hour ago; my mum welcomed me with a Mr. Happy pancake before she kissed my head and left.
Lovely.
Now I'm kind of regretting not allowing the Marauders throwing me a party.
"Bored. Bored. Bored." All these channels are exactly the same. The News Channel has lots of reports on Death Eater attacks, I don't know what the muggles think about who's doing it... the cartoon channel, for once, seemed boring. Even the ruddy Disney Channel! Maybe I am growing up...
There was an owl screech by the window which made me look up, Leane's owl.
Hey Lil!
First off- HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVELY!
And secondly- are you doing anything today? Me and the girls were thinking of having a little get-to-together?
You doing anything with James?
Reply ASAP.
Leane xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Smiling slightly at the numerous kisses she used I scribbled down a reply, trying not to feel betrayed by MY BOYFRIEND who I hadn't seen AT ALL ON MY BIRTHDAY! Maybe he's with Scarlett! THAT WITCH!
Leane- I don't think I'm doing anything remotely amazing tonight, please be my knight in shining armour! :(
James hasn't made me aware of any plans... a girl's night sounds fun fun fun.
Give me details woman!
Lily x
...
An hour later I FINALLY got a response from Leane, it told me to get to her