I ran out of the room and looked down the corridor both ways but saw no one there. I ran back to the party and looked around frantically. But he was not there. My heart rose to my throat and tears weld up in my green eyes.

Practical Lily: Oh don't go crying! You barley knew the guy!

Hopeless Lily: I can't help it!

Practical Lily: Oh yes you can! He's gone, face it.

Hopeless Lily: But he kissed me!

Practical Lily: So what? He was just using you.

Hopeless Lily: But he was so nice!

I was torn, defeated. Only in my first year at Hogwarts and I went and fell in love. I don't really know if I can call it love. I hade never felt anything like that before. A thrill, like you were ridding as roller coaster that had a 3,000 foot drop. I walk over to the drink table and ate a few chocolate covered peanuts, starring at the dancers. I felt empty. I didn't know what to do.

Minerva came over and stood next to me, breathing hard. "Really, if Albus asks me to dance one more time I'm going to faint!" she gasped. She was too tired to notice that I didn't respond.

"Lily!" I heard a voice call. I turned around, foolishly hoping that it would be Ares, but I just found Finn standing in front of me. My heart sank. After meeting Ares, I really didn't think of Finn that way anymore, but he was a nice guy all the same.

"How did you know my name?" I asked.

"You forgot to put your mask on." He said. My hand went to my face. Right, Ares had taken it off when…well…

"So, do you like the costume?" Finn asked. I nodded as the wings started to flap around my ears.

"Very creative!"

"Thank you! I knew you would like them. I hope you wear them at next year's party." I nodded and turned to Minerva who was fanning herself.

"I think I am going to leave. I'm feeling sick." Minerva gave me a concerned look but I was gone before she could say anything. I ran down the corridor and up the staircases. It had not been a lie, I was feeling very sick. It took every once of strength that I had just to get to Xavier's picture.

"How was it?" he asked. But I just spluttered the password and pushed the portrait open. Running to my bed, I flopped down and gasped for air. I did not know why I was sick then I remembered that I was allergic to peanuts.

I quickly changed and crawled into bed. I had to get my energy for tomorrow night. I didn't know what I would do, but I wanted to help Harry and Ron in some way. But right at that moment, all I want to do was sleep.

The next morning I found that I could not get out of bed. I had a fever and I was coughing, a red rash coming out all over my neck. Xavier swam to go get help and Dumbledore, Minerva and Madame Pomfrey came running in.

"What on earth happened?" Minerva asked as Madame Pomfrey checked over me.

"Peanut reaction." I wheezed, "I had some at the party last night."

"Didn't you bother to check what you were eating before you put it in your mouth?" Madame Pomfrey asked.

"Now, now Poppy," Dumbledore said quietly, "We were all on a bite of butterbeer and it was a party. You can't exactly remember what happens after getting into a good grove." I snorted at Dumbledore's attempt at slang and made it turn into a chough to cover it up.

"Well, I am afraid you will not be able to go to the feast tonight my dear," Madame Pomfrey said, standing back up. "I have no spare beds and we can't give you a potion because Severus is out of the castle for the day.

"I wouldn't drink anything he gave me even if it would save my life!" I coughed, scrunching my nose at the thought of the potion's master.

"Well, it might have saved your life it had been a serious reaction. But by what I can tell you will be okay. You just need to stay in bed."

"Shouldn't we get someone to watch her?" Minerva asked, looking at me with concern.

"Xavier will come and get me if she needs me." Madame Pomfrey said quickly and she walked out. Minerva gave me a small smile.

"I will bring you something from the feast." She said kindly. "Why didn't you tell me you were allergic to peanuts?"

"I didn't think it was important." I said softly. Minerva shook her head with another smile and walked out, following Madame Pomfrey. Dumbledore leaned forward and patted my arm.

"You get better get some sleep."

"Wait!" I said, sitting up as he walked away. He stopped, looking at me with raised eyebrows.

"Yes?"

"Harry and Ron, and Hermione, will they," but Dumbledore just put a finger to his lips and smiled before leaving.

Every one knows that it is no fun being sick. Sure you get to miss school and take a break, but it really isn't worth it. After falling asleep for a while, I sat and read 'The Last Wizard' again (much to Xavier's annoyance). But there wasn't anything else for me to do! I could practice my wand work because that gave me a headache and I couldn't get out of bed!

At one point I heard the students heading down to the Great Hall and then I fell back asleep. I woke up again and I didn't know what time it was, but a nasty taste in my mouth had woken me up.

It was the burning type of icky taste that said you were going to throw up. I looked around for a bowl of something and could not find one. Xavier was asleep and I didn't dare open my mouth, afraid that I might vomit. My shaking limbs were motivated to get me out of bed and ran for it.

I flew out the portrait hole and to the nearest bathroom. I ran into the stall and…well, you really don't want to hear the details on how I upchucked. But after I was done I rinsed out my mouth when I heard a sniff. I turned around and say Hermione coming out of one for the stalls.

She stopped and looked at me, embarrassed. I stood there, in my pajamas with my hair all over the place and a horrified look on my face.

If Hermione was here, and this was a bathroom, then that must mean…there was a slam of a door and I whirled around to find a very large and ugly troll standing behind me. And the one thought that went threw my head as it roared and its club came down on me was…oh crap.