can i just say that for the time i spent thinking this over and trying to get it right and messing this up, this hardly seems like something long enough for the effort put in. i was rather upset about how fast i re-read it when considering how much i worked with it.
oh well, here it is, you people DEMANDED a sequel...i think i got one review where the person liked Waiting as it was. I've managed to set it into the next theme, which i thought i couldn't do at first but i was coaxed into it, and i think i came out with something interesting.
i don't know what is with me and socks...maybe they're the bane of my existence or something, or maybe it just reminds me of harry potter in general...it seems to have a heavy underlying sock theme
Theme 56: Danger Ahead
Rating: K+
The Little Things
Lily sat, staring unblinkingly out the window. Her hands rested uselessly in her lap, as she swayed to and fro; pliant to the bus' weave. Slow motion London scenery was pulled before her eyes, but she didn't see it. All she really saw, were guarded and disappointed hazel eyes.
Taking a gasping breath that had been put off for too long, her unshed tears overflowed and dribbled down her cheeks. Closing her eyes, more tears leaked out to meet at her chin, and drip into her curled palms.
Maybe she hadn't been as clever as she thought, maybe she pushed too hard. Swiping the watery tracks from her face she shook her head. It was amazing how quickly things could change. This morning they'd had the nicest breakfast, marmalade, toast, eggs, bacon. She'd thought that maybe this was how life might be for them together. He'd read the Prophet while she took up a muggle paper to see what was going on in the world. They ate in the peaceful quiet routine of paper rustling and the scrape of a knife spreading jam on toast.
Their ankles were hooked together the entire time; Lily smiled bitterly to herself as the bus jolted. That was what had caused her the greatest joy. It's always the small things that make you happy, that destroy your life, the tiniest insignificant details such as a misplaced sock in the middle of the living room.
That's how it all started, she'd overreacted spectacularly and the sock soon became a symbol of his irresponsibility. Rubbing her hands up and down her upper arms, she shivered in her seat. Early November, and she'd left with only her wand.
A fresh wave of emotion rolled over her as she remembered his first words when he came outside to patch things up. He'd told her it was cold, that she should come inside, but no, no she'd just stubbornly told him he had to change for her, or forget about it. Dramatic as ever, Lily Evans messes everything up, once again. But that wasn't true…she only messed things up concerning James didn't she?
James, who'd always loved her and came back to her again and again. It wasn't his fault that he finally snapped, she'd just kept pushing and pushing. His unconditional love obviously did have conditions after all. And everything he said…how could she have missed it all? Not seeing the way he frowned when he read about attacks, or got tense when he was called in for extra assignments. He'd never shared about work before, she just assumed he wasn't allowed, his job was dangerous.
His job was dangerous. The words themselves newly registered in her mind and she slouched further into the vinyl seat. How completely dim was she? She almost wanted to laugh at herself, but all that came out was a dry rasp and more tears.
His little unexplained absences wasn't another woman, no, he'd joined the Order of the Phoenix. He was just doing everything he could to keep them, her safe. And marriage! She scrunched up her face wishing to disappear, but only managing to hide behind her hands. She'd wanted a proposal, she'd wanted it three months ago, she'd wanted it so badly, and in the end she'd turned out to just be another shallow inconsiderate bimbo-women she detested in school.
Giving another groan and slumping onto the window, with a solid thunk, she could barely begin to grasp how royally she'd messed up. James was probably glad to be rid of such a bumbling cad of a girlfriend. Banging her head a few more times for good measure, she gave a low moan for the new satisfying throbbing in her temple and looked out the window once more.
Yanking the chain for full stop, she braced herself of the screeching of tires and throw of momentum bringing her out of her seat. Standing shakily, she made her way to the doors, where she promptly avoided the sad, concerned eyes of the conductor and stepped off the bus.
Behind her the wind blew, and the purple monstrosity was gone. Before her lay the entrance to the Leaky Cauldron and a thoroughly haggard looking James.
" Lily, I think we need to talk,"
TBC ( muah hahaha i did it again!)
