Chapter 9: Girl Talk
"So what do you think of Hogwarts?" Lily asked as she sat on her bed and clutched a pillow to her chest.
Hermione, who had been arranging her books, looked up at her. She had seen Lily in Harry's pictures, but they didn't give justice to just how beautiful and vibrant she was, right down to the roots of her hair. At the sight of those familiar green eyes, Hermione quickly turned away. She had thought seeing James was bad, but those eyes just cut above even that.
"It iz very nice," Hermione said, trying to push a slight French accent. If she was going to change her eyes and hair, what was talking differently?
"I'm sure it wasn't nice meeting them so early," Lilly said with a snort as she flipped some deep red hair over her shoulders.
When Hermione only gave a quizzical look, Lily expanded with: "Potter makes that group nothing but trouble."
"'E seemed very keen to listen to you," said Hermione airily.
"Don't be fooled. He's mostly insubordinate and rude as an angry dragon," Lily said insultingly.
Hermione chewed her lip for a moment, thinking that James and Lily were supposed to be together soon, as it was their seventh year. Hermione cast away worries of this in a moment; the year had just started, there was plenty of time for time-continuum to work its magic.
"But Remus, he's cute and nice and humble" Lily giggled. "He was Prefect, you know? Should have been a Head like me this year, but somehow Potter got it. Unbelievable. Why does Remus hang out with them..."
"Do you, er, like Lupin?" Hermione ventured.
"No," Lily said too quickly with a light blush.
Hermione felt like slapping a hand to her face. Teenage drama was just what she needed.