Lily 11
A week later...
"Lily!" Lily heard Teddy's voice outside her door. She was lounging on her bed and smoking a cigarette.
"Fuck off, Teddy." she said automatically.
"I won't fuck off, Lily, not until you explain yourself!"
Lily was burning in rage. "Fine!" She flung open her door and stormed out into the hallway, still clad in only her lacy green and black bra, tiny pyjama shorts and her green slippers.
"Oh, hi." he said, stepping back.
"Let's have some fun." Lily said to herself. "Like what you see?" she said out loud.
"Ha. Lily, I'm not here to flirt. Victoire..."
"Dodging the question, are we?" Lily smirked, cutting into his speech.
"LILY!" Teddy shouted. "I want you to explain what happened to you!"
"FINE!" she shrieked. "I just reinvented myself. I got sick of that good girl you left behind. I'm a new me! A better me! I'm better now, don't you see?"
"Better? Really? 'Cause all I see is a messed-up girl destroying her life."
"Shut up!" Lily shouted, turning crimson in anger.
"No, I won't shut up. You're only getting all pissed with me 'cause I'm the only one who'll say it. I guess the others have given up because you've been like this too long. You're fucking yourself and your life up majorly! There! I said it! Hope that's a wake up call!"
"Just shut the hell up!" she yelled, a tear sliding down her face. She wiped it off, quickly, hoping nobody could see.
"Lily, don't you see? Stop this, before it's too late! And tell Roxy and Molly and Lucy too! I care about you all, don't you know that? If I didn't I wouldn't be saying this."
"Nice to know." Lily sneered. "It would be hell of a lot easier if you didn't care!"
"I can't just NOT CARE, Lily!"
But she had gone into her room, and he found himself talking to a closed door, with a crooked Slytherin banner hanging on it.
