Technically, it is less than a week's time. I'm sorry… I just didn't think it would be that hard to write… :/
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And also to the amazing TeamocilAddict, whose stories are as amazing as their author (sorry, just had to). :p
Oh yeah, also, I've put asterisks along the way─ *, if you're wondering─ and it basically means that I'm making that up. Those facts are definitely not true, but there's nothing to say the opposite.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, as usual.
A Normal Summer Day
Or
How to Make Both a Boy and a Girl Jealous of You
"Lily, wake up!"
"Mmmh…" was the muffled response Mrs. Evans got from her daughter. She frowned, hands on her hips.
"Don't make me come and get you!" she warned.
"But mo-om! It's way too early!" Lily moaned from her bed.
"It's eleven o'clock! Not my definition of early! Now, get up!"
"My dictionary says it is!" Lily answered lamely.
"Maybe, but I'm your mom, and I rule this house."
"What about dad?"
"Just ask him, he'll tell you I'm the one who rules around here."
"He would…"
Mrs. Evans sighed and started counting. "One…" Lily jumped out of her bed.
"Two…" She grabbed a shirt and a pair of trousers.
"Three…" She put on her shirt.
"Four…" She was fighting desperately with her trousers which wouldn't let her leg in.
"I'm done, I'm done!" Lily yelled in panic, and ran down the stairs.
"Good." Mrs. Evans resumed her cooking. "What do you think you're doing?" she asked when she saw Lily open the fridge.
"Getting breakfast?" she asked, hopeful.
Mrs. Evans shook her head, smiling. "I don't think so, no."
"But mo-om," whined Lily. "I'm hungry!"
"Breakfast was this morning, sweetie."
Lily crossed her arms. "Technically─"
"It's an hour before lunch. And so, no breakfast."
"You're a mean, sadistic, evil witch, mom."
"You would know," said mom retorted.
"Well, no, actually," Lily said, carefree, "because, I happen to be a beautiful, caring, lovable witch."
"Who doesn't have a boyfriend. So much for 'lovable'," commented her mom, sarcastic.
"That. That is low, mom," said Lily, acting hurt. "I'm sure even Tuney wouldn't say that."
"Now, sweetie," scolded Mrs. Evans. "Play nice."
"Hmph. Hey, where's Griff?"
"In the garden. He woke up early and got breakfast."
"It's a dog, mom."
"Yes, well, sometimes I wonder who the adopted one in this family really is," said the person who was most against his adoption in the first place.
"Ouch, mom."
"Now, out," her mom directed. "You're in the way."
Lily puffed and left. She found Griff, who wasn't in the garden anymore, but in her room, and greeted him as she scratched his head. She then proceeded to grab proper clothes and headed for the shower. Griff made to follow her into the bathroom, but she pushed him out and locked the door. Griff snorted and then went back to Lily's room.
When she came out of the shower, Griff wasn't in her room anymore, but he had left quite a mess. All her books were on the floor, her wardrobe was wide open and her clothes were a mess─ well, more than usual─, her drawers were open.
"GRIFF!" she yelled, thoroughly pissed─ who else could it be? "Griff, get here now!" When she realized he wouldn't come, she started looking for him, and found him in the kitchen, where Mrs. Evans was feeding him bits of the meat she was cooking, which he─ surprisingly─ enjoyed.
"Now, sweetie, why are you screaming like that?" asked Mrs. Evans.
"G-griff!" Lily screamed, unable to express her furor. "H-he… My room!" she finally screeched.
"Your room, what?" asked her mom in a tone that sounded like she believed her daughter to belong in an asylum.
"He destroyed my room!" said Lily, pointing at the spot where Griff is─ was: he had slipped away silently once Lily wasn't staring at him anymore. "Where'd he go now?" huffed Lily, frustrated.
"Probably in the garden, sweetie," said Mrs. Evans, not particularly shocked by Griff's antics─ she worshipped him, in Lily's opinion. Lily huffed and went after Griff, while her mom resumed her cooking.
Griff was in the garden alright, but he didn't let Lily catch him─ again, surprisingly. She was busy running after him when she bumped into someone, making that person fall.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," said Lily, helping him up. "Michaël?" she asked, surprised.
"Hi," he said simply. "I cah-me wiz Ah-leece."
"So where is she?" Lily asked, since Alice was nowhere to be seen.
"Here!" exclaimed the half-blood* happily. "How you doin', Lils?"
"Al!" exclaimed Lily, and hugged her. "What're you guys doing here?"
"Michaël's leaving soon, and we figured we could see you once again before he leaves," explained Alice with a sad air.
"You're leaving, Michaël? Shame… You guys must stay for lunch. I'll go ask my mom." decided Lily. Not bothering to wait for their answers, she headed towards the kitchen. Michaël looked at Alice questioningly and she shrugged in a she's-always-like-that sort of way.
"Don't worry," she added, smiling. "Her mom's worse."
Michaël made a very worried face, which made Alice laugh.
Since it wasn't a question, Alice and Michaël stayed for lunch and they all talked pleasantly, Griff wandering around for food, but carefully staying clear from Lily, who was still glaring at him.
"So, you come from France, Michael?" asked Mr. Evans.
"It's Michaël, dad," said Lily for the umpteenth time, exasperated.
"Yes, mistarr Evans."
"I see… what part of France?" questioned Mr. Evans, eager to know more─ Mr. Evans had a passion for France, and mostly, for its food and wine.
"Well, my parrents leeve in the South-West," was the answer, "but since I go to Beauxbatons for most of the year…"
"I thought Beauxbatons was an all-girl school?" asked Alice, curious.
"Well, where else would you expect the French boys to study magic, Al?" retorted Lily.
Alice blushed, conscious that she hadn't really thought it through. "Well, I don't know… I mean, all we ever hear about Beauxbatons is how their students do well in their lives after graduating, and they only talk about the girl students."
It was Michaël's turn to feel embarrassed. "Well, zat's beecause our school is deevided: zey deevide girls and boys for everryfing, and technicah-lee, we don't even see ze girls durring ze year─"
"Technically?" asked Mrs. Evans, amused.
"What do you expect, mom?" said Lily. "I mean, seeing the guys in our school, it's no surprise they'd find a way."
"Thinking of the Marauders, are we, Lily flower?" Alice asked mischievously. Lily blushed.
"Marrauderrs? What are ze Marrauderrs?" Michaël enquired.
"They are the four most renowned trouble-makers and most annoying guys of the school," answered Lily. "Well, Remus is okay… and Peter too. It's just Black and Potter, really."
"Did I hear an accent on Potter, Lily flower?"
"I did not put any sort of accent on Potter's name, Alice," retorted Lily. "Now, before you interrupted rudely, Michaël was telling us about Beauxbatons."
"Who is Potter?" asked the one 'telling us about Beauxbatons', clearly more interested by the Marauders' topic.
"He's had a major crush on Lily for ages," said Alice with an air of conspirator on her face, "and all this year, he's been asking her out in as many possible ways as there can be."
"Oh. But she deedn't go out wiz him, no?"
"Nah. She hates him. Or so she says…" Alice winked at him.
"'She' is right there, Al… And I do hate him." Lily crossed her arms.
"So you say," sang Alice, earning her a glare from Lily.
"Now, girls, no fights at the table, it's not good for your digestion," said Mr. Evans, imitating his wife's tone while she had gone to the kitchen.
"I heard you, Andrew," said a voice coming from the kitchen.
"Damn," muttered 'Andrew'.
"I heard that too," said Mrs. Evans, coming back.
They all laughed seeing Mr. Evans face.
"I'm back!" cried someone as the front door opened. That stopped Lily's laughter quite abruptly. "Hey mom, dad!" sang Petunia as she entered the dining room.
"Tuney!" greeted Mr. Evans. "How was it?"
"Oh, it was great," she said, as if it was obvious. "Vernon was adorable, and his sister, even though a bit peculiar, is quite agreeable, but anyone is agreeable, when you have a freak for a sister," she scorned.
Lily made a face at 'adorable', because she could hardly picture a mustached whale being 'adorable', so didn't really pay attention to the rest of her sentence. Alice sneezed. A lot. Which made Lily sneeze too, and Michaël just looked around, confused. Petunia ignored them, and went up the stairs, into her room.
"Well, don't you want to eat, darling?" asked Mrs. Evans.
"Oh, I'm just picking up something and then leaving straight away, mom. Vernon is waiting outside in his new car." As she was going on about her boyfriend's car, Lily made faces at Alice, which made her sneeze again.
When Petunia got back downstairs, Lily was still making faces, and Alice was now coughing loudly. Again, she royally ignored them and headed for the door.
"Well, see you, mom, dad. Oh, and freak, you might want do something about your hair, it's horrible." She made a face and left. However, Griff somehow got in the way and she tripped, hitting the door who had mysteriously closed while she had gone upstairs. Furious, she tried to kick him, but he dodged, so she stormed out, banging the door.
Lily laughed as she stroked Griff's head, who wagged his tail, content.
"So," said Michaël slowly, "zat was yourr seesterr?"
Lily sighed. "Yeah. That's her."
"I'm 'appy I'm an only chald…"
"Tuney's a special case, Michael," said Mr. Evans with a sad smile.
"Honey, don't say that," scolded Mrs. Evans.
"Well, it's true. Hell, have you even considered going out with a mustached whale?"
"Well, I went out with you…" said Mrs. Evans, smiling.
"Hey! I don't even have a moustache!"
"Notice he didn't say he wasn't a whale," Lily told her mom.
Mr. Evans laughed, making the whole table tremble, and everyone laughed with him.
Alice and Michaël had stayed for dinner too, enjoying the company, and not really being given a choice─ Mrs. Evans fault, this time. But now, they had to leave, as Michaël was leaving the next day, early.
Lily was standing on the doorstep with Michaël, while Alice had gone into the depths of the garden, waiting for her mom.
"Well, bye, Leelee," said Michaël, smiling sadly.
"Yeah, bye, Michaël. Have fun at Beauxbatons."
He smiled mischievously. "Oh, don't worrry about zat."
"I'm not─" He kissed her before she could finish her sentence. It felt nice, and he was─
"Um, guys, my mom's here…" said Alice, clearly embarrassed.
Lily broke off quickly, and the same time, Griff bit Michaël's wrist.
"Aïe!" he yelled.
"Griff!" scolded Lily, grateful for the diversion, even though it was based on Michaël's pain─ she could guess Alice liked Michaël quite a lot, and so she felt a bit guilty.
"Hello, Lily," said Mrs. Jones.
"Hey, Mrs. Jones. How are you?"
"Oh, very well," she waved the question off, not being particularly fond of small talk. "Shall we go, Michaël?"
He blushed. "Oh, yes. Bye, Lily." He turned to her. "I'll rrite to you, okeh?"
She forced a smile, knowing full well she was hurting Alice, but not really willing to let go of a possible boyfriend who wouldn't run away if Potter told him that he wasn't allowed to date her. "Sure."
Mrs. Jones and Michaël disapparated.
"Well, see you, Lils."
"Yeah, see you in a few weeks, Al," Lily said, smiling. "Listen, I'm sorry─"
"Don't be," cut in Alice, forcing a smile. "I don't have a right to be mad at you."
"Well, I knew you liked him…"
"Yeah, but so do you. Why should I be the only one to have the right to like him?"
"Because you like him more. I mean, I don't even think I'm really that interested." Griff licked her hand.
"Okay, then I'm mad at you," said Alice playfully.
"Al… I'll tell him, don't worry. I'm sure he likes you."
"Apparently not enough…" She sighed. "No worries, Lils. I'll get over it."
Her mom apparated at that moment, and after another goodbye, she left.
"Well, what did you think of that, Griff?" Lily asked. Griff wagged his tail and barked.
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