Chapter 3
We were at the fountain, of course.
The garden behind it was like a photo of the most beautiful place, it almost seemed fake if it wasn't for the amazing smell of the flowers.
Even the sky looked like it was taken from a masterpiece. This place was not real, this would be what Eden would have looked like if it was real.
The huge fountain, itself had the little statues of angles or whatever it was; it was too far away I could not tell.
Sirius and Izzie were busy flirting- I mean talking… well I wasn't really listening to them so I m not sure. But if they were talking, which I highly doubt, my best guess would be that, it was about James and I.
"There you are", she admired me, though my opinion I look horrible, any self confidence I had sort of went SPLAT when I saw a camera or the canvas. The material was now too thin for my liking and was too light for my skin making me look paler than usual.
"You look beautiful" she smiled at me with pure kindness in her hazel eyes. How on earth, is she the mother of Potter, that amazingly annoying, arrogant and childish boy. "Don't worry, Lily, I promise you James will be on his best behavior" She whispered in my ear just before she released me from her embrace. I really don't get why everyone was whispering in my ear today. But I was glad they did.
I was placed in a natural position, Just sitting there at the edge of the fountain. My neck, however was beginning to hurt. I had to look up as if I was day dreaming. Ja… Potter was not there yet but I was a bit disappointed…
I wanted to see what he was wearing, hoping it would be worse than mine.
Speaking… well thinking of the devil, there he was. And to my great disappointment, he was in a white cotton buttoned up top, untucked of course and in black, rolled up trousers. Like me he wasn't wearing shoes. He looked normal in those clothes, while I had to wear this! He looked like a Greek god in normal clothes or something and I knew would look horrible compared to him.
Life is so unfair.
My painting was done now- thank Merlin for that. Though I had more to do as Jane was doing a collection; 'If Only It Were So…' That was the title of the collection.
Jane was now pointing at me or the fountain… well at my direction and CRAP.
Potter was walking towards me, and I unwillingly blushed for no sane reason what so ever.
This is going to be a long day.
It was time for the part I dreaded most of the day. I had to pose with Potter for an hour while Jane paints.
Jane Lauranne McKinley Potter was one of the top witches in the world, I had to write a 5 foot essay on her so I knew my facts about her, I was so fascinated by her and the things she did for the wizardry world, the fact she was Potter's mother didn't bother me at all. And here, she was in person painting by hand! Izzie, of course did not mention who she was expected for her name, before we got here. Jane is too common of a name. (No offence)
It was so weird, though I think I was the only one here that wasn't use to the idea of it. His arms were around my waist while his head rested on my shoulders. I was forced to turn my head so it was mere inches away from his face. Until today, my face and body or any part of me was always at least one foot from him. His arms were tighter than I would have liked it to be. Having his arms so tight made my breathing heavier.
"Relax" His breath was warm, and his face was soft against my burning cheeks.
It was a pretty good thing I read so much two summers ago to avoid my sister, or else I wouldn't have the mastered Occlumency and thank Merlin that I did. I really didn't want Potter going through my head. Normally at school, I couldn't really be bothered to use it, and if I did I would have felt like someone horrible, someone who, I would have hated, like Potter. The only reason to learn it was so Potter wouldn't – couldn't know what I was thinking.
The silence was not an awkward one… at least not to me. I was completely fine with silence. I never felt the need to fill any silences.
"When would you be back?" I wasn't even bothered by the fact that Potter had just ruined a nice silence giving me more time to admire the scenery. I was shocked and speechless by his question.
"You really think that Mum is going to finish this collection by today?" The questioned when I didn't answer again. Instead I looked at the breathtaking sky, the sun was nearly gone. I hadn't realized how time consuming it was just to get here.
"How'd you like my Mum?"
"She's amazingly beautiful and kind" He looked shocked by my answer but not as much as I did. I couldn't believe how honest I was with him. "It's a shame I don't see that in you, Potter" I couldn't help myself, I was too use to insulting him every chance I got.
I was about suck up my pride, again and apologies for that, but before I could he was once again talking again.
"You have no idea how much I wish you could see that in me, the way I can with you" And he lightly pecked my cheek.
I was speechless again and for some reason feeling very weak, not from the kiss. What he had just said hit me. Why couldn't I see what everyone else saw in him? Why was I so different?
And why the hell was I being such a Bitch to him when he was a prefect gentlemen to me?
I really want to be nice to him, like I am to everyone else… besides Izzie and Sirius and Remus. Everything that's mean just comes out of my mouth, I really need a filter type thing for it.
I was now thankful that his arms were around me or I would have fallen. He seemed to have lifted me a very short distances from the ground effortlessly and unaware of the fact he was. My neck too was feeling a bit weak and leaned it towards Potters head, I didn't want to lean it the other side as it would have looked weird. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jane beamed like a child and Christmas had come early.
I was already dressed in my jeans and tank again and was waiting for Izzie, wherever she was. My guess was that she was in a closest with Sirius making out or more. I really don't get why Izzie, would want other guys when she had Sirius already. They were already betrothed and had amazingly strong chemistry. They could not be even more prefect for each other as they were the two most promiscuous people in the entire school.
Once again, I was wrong. Sirius was walking towards me alone.
"Hey babe" and embraced me for another hug. I smiled and pecked him on the cheek.
"Ah, that reminds me. I m not blind and I saw that kiss". I truly had no idea what he was talking about. The last time I had someone's tongue in my mouth was ages ago, Potter always found a way to send which ever guy that asked me out to the hospital wing.
"You and Jamsie, I saw that" and then I remembered
"That wasn't a kiss, not a proper one anyway" I said defensively
"If you say so, but its getting more and more oblivious that you have a thing for him. I saw you leaning on him" He was grinning and testing my patience something one should not do.
"That wasn't what it looked like…. It's not… so stop giving me that look. Why don't you find Izzie and snog the sense out of her instead of annoying me to death. I m sure that's more fun." He just smiled failing his attempt to hide his disappointment in me.
"In a couple of year's time, I can do so much more than that, so you are right, yes that would be more … entertaining but not if I m thinking about the big picture. Like I said years ago, I m a big picture guy, sort of… Don't you give me that look, I m working on it."
I remembered a couple of months back, when we were still at school, I give a lecture about Sirius and how much of a small picture guy he was after I caught him, again with a new girl while his latest girlfriend was patrolling.
"There you are, Lils. I've been looking everywhere for you!" she said at the top of the stair case. Her eyes were on Sirius the whole time she walked down to greet us. It was like in those extremely cliché films where the girl would walk down the staircase in slow motion in her amazingly stunning dress, while the guy just stands there like an idiot and stares. It didn't matter what Izzie was wearing, she looked gorgeous in anything.
"Ready to go?" Another part of the day I dreaded not as much as posing with Potter but sleeping over at Izzie's house, if you could even call it a house. Well more like entering and saying hi to her stuck up family.
It wasn't even a house.
It wasn't even a home.
It was nothing like the Potter's estate, no it was much more modern and looks much richer, in colour and in wealth. That was only the exterior of this manor. In fact, it was more like a castle, a small castle, only small for castle wise though. The walls were painted pure white and no stains any where with a baby blue roof to match the family crest. I had just realized that all the Scofield's, by blood, had Izzie's Baby blue eyes.
All the house elves in the Scofield household were charmed so when muggle eyes were upon them, the muggles would simply see servants, butlers, maids and such. Being related to royalty, it was important to keep appearances and to host glamorous dinner parties. It was strange, how for centuries that the house of Scofield's was practicing magic yet no one found them.
Izzie's mother, Reinette was of course with Penn, 'head' of the house elves. She wasn't the head, it was more of the fact she was the oldest and least wrinkly. Izzie thinks it's because Reinette cannot be bothered to talk to so many low lives, as she would call them. Reinette was not only a blue blood but also a pure blood. Though, she was not blood traitor nor was she like most of the pure bloods. The Scofield's had already adapted to the idea that they had to entertain muggles. They themselves were social climbers as well as other things.
Jeanne-Louise was in the drawing room with Izzie's two other siblings, Marie Hélène and Louis, having their portraits painted again. I guess the only reason why Izzie wasn't with them was because she had already had so many and the fact that Reinette was not on talking terms with her right now because of me. At first I felt horrible about it but that was before I met Reinette. Reinette was only older then Izzie by less than 25 year and was an older version of Izzie only much more vain and materialistic among other things.
Jeanne-Louise was the only one other than Izzie, who was friends with me. She was head girl the first year I came to Hogwarts. I knew I did not have a good sense of direction nor did Izzie so for the first couple of weeks Jeanne- Louise was our personal guide. Marie Hélène is so far the yougest model for both Witch Weekly and a lotof muggle magazines, too many to count even. Izzie also says proudly, she was extremely jealous about not being picked for Jane. Louis was the youngest and only male heir to the Scofield house also being Marie Hélène's twin but they looked nothing alike.
The nigth wasn't so bad, at least not as bad I thought it was going to be. Izzie dressed me up in her clothes and we swam in the pool in our underwear amoung other crazy things (we would have been skinny dipping but there were no boys so it would have been awkward just us girls) we normally do in sleepovers. She almost suggested inviting Sirius and Potter to make it more fun, I really wouldn't mind the Sirius part, it was the Potter part that really bothered me. I had already spent a day with him I rather not spent any more time with him in order for me to be as calm and sane as I normally am (around everyone but Potter). I have no idea why, but every time Potter talks to me or in anyway interacts with me, I start to hate him even more. I just can't normally control my words or emotions when he is around, even when I sucssed to he always manages to do something to puch me over board.
In the morning the owls came in while we were at breakfast. Reinette always made us eat breakfast early even if we wrerent awake yet. I, along with the rest of the Scofield children except for Jeanne- Louise, who was now in the library brushing up on some books as she was studying in both Cambridge and Oxford at the same time, all recived a Hogwarts letter for school equipment. Seconds after I read that letter, another letter came.
MERLIN
MERLIN
MERLIN
I love my life!
I almost screamed but I bit my tongue ot stop myself so I squeled instead. I was head girl. I, Lillian Maria Evans was HEAD GIRL!
I'd worked so hard for this since first year.
No one saw my letter, if they did they didn't say anything about it, not that they would, in front of Reinette. When Reinette, walked off to the kitchen to complain about the food again, I saw Jeanne-Louise give me a rare smile. It was encouraging.
After breakfast of course, Izzie and I were screaming our heads off in her room. I was soo … Merlin. I m speechless. I cant even find the word for how I feel right now.
"You have no idea how happy I am, now that you are Head girl" She squeled again. She was probably more excited than me and that was saying a lot.
"Why?"
"Well, first of all I can be up pass curfew…"
"Izzie…"
"Are you really going to give me a detention? Moi? Isabelle Monique Anne Vincendeau Scofield?" Imitating Reinette's voice, accent included. Still it was funny.
"Just wondering, why is your mother named Reinette, it simply means queen, if my french is right that is" It suddenly just hit me, though I have known the Scofield's since the first year at Hogwards.
"Well her full name is actually Reinette Jeanne-Antoinette Vincendeau since Grandmama admires Madame de Pompadour. She thinks that the fortuneteller that told Madame de Pompadour's mother was a witch, in fact she was my ancestor." She told me with such casualty.
"I thought your whole family was blue blood?"
"It is, that's the only part of Grandmama's story that doesn't make sense" she laughed.
"So who do you think head boy is Lils?"