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A/N: Just a chapter.
Chapter 10
Days passed slowly, memorably. An evolving routine developed. Quidditch slowly became more boring, Meals became louder, they began playing invented games, and exploring, acting like children, sleeping soundly at night, and finally getting more comfortable around each other.
They no longer sat in separate seats. Where one fell down, they all fell. Often they lay in piles on the floor of the second floor Study. Their new favourite room. It had everything they needed; nothing. It was small and nearly empty. A fireplace, a desk, curtains. It was cozy. And as childish as it seemed it was easy to play in.
They had such stupid games. The walls were covered in curtains and the would hide behind them. Sometimes they adventured outside The Room. They would pretend the garden was a jungle. Or that the wide staircase on the third floor was a stage. Once the story of the sun god (played well by a pillow), and his brave knights was interrupted by owls. But they worked them into the play (They were the wicked witch's minions). The letters they carried for Lily went unnoticed.
The nights were filled with Hot Chocolate and stupid puns. Sirius could do Impressions, and James told wild stories, Lily more or less just prompted intense conversations of the most random satyrical subject matter.
Mrs. Potter would often whisk lily away to have tea, or try on some new things she had bought. She was so generous, and Lily was quickly realizing how much Mrs. Potter had wanted another child. She was old enough to be her grandmother, and that is how Lily tended to think of her, for she never really had any grandparents. Mrs. Potter always had tea and stories of her younger days, and gossip about the famous folk of the wizarding world.
All in all the summer seemed to be going quite well. Lily felt more at home at the Potter's than she ever did at Hogwarts, or even her own quiet home.
Lily had lived a fairly normal childhood. She liked it very much, and was very satisfied especially with the summers. Days when school was out and so was the sun. Petunia, Lily's sister, was her constant companion in their wonderfully dull neighborhood of older families. They had got along very nicely. Even later on when Lily outshone Petunia with her wonderful magic tricks (for it was later found out that Lily was actually a witch, and would be attending school for witchcraft the fall after her eleventh birthday.). They had developed a friendship that stood alone; impenetrable by any possible new friends. They coexisted for many years playing their quiet games of house and tea party. Although their friendship was so solid, it lacked one very usual thing.
Laughter.
Lily and Petunia had fun and enjoyed themselves but, they could scarcely imagine themselves very humorous. It was rare that there were bits of laughter. This lack of laughter, lily supposed, caused her the greatest selfconciousness later in life. For the lack of humor made funny things even funnier, and when Lily laughed, she usually laughed so hard that tears formed in her eyes.
A summer at the Potter's had stopped that phenomenon quite solidly.
One particularly bright and sunny morning, their O.W.L. results arrived, along with their School lists and more letters from her friends. She did as well as she expected, although she couldn't remember the test, she assumed it went well. She was, however, dreading the beginning of term.
She had not answered a single one of her friend's letters. Also a sneaking fear built up inside that James and Sirius would desert her the moment they walked onto the platform. No matter how much she convinced herself they cared for her.
James insisted that they meet up with Remus the next day at Diagon Alley. It seemed sensible, but then that made term seem even closer.
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