Journey to Love, 7
Hi all! I know you guys will never forgive me but I really, really was busy with school. I almost forgot about ffn.net until I received some emails a while back, requesting me to start again. Well, its holidays, so yeah, I will write a couple more chapters of most of my fanfics. For now, enjoy this chapter.
Lily smoothed down her white satin skirt and sighed. She was standing in front of a sturdy red oak door, but she just couldn't muster up the courage to ring the doorbell. Visiting the Cooke's definitely did not appeal to her, particularly on this chilly December morning. Her auburn-red hair cascaded down her shoulders, a few wisps straying across her face as a gentle draft blew through the trees of the perfectly managed Cooke lawn. Lily had several things on her mind, the first of them being James. There had been no word from him during the past week, after she had returned from her tour. What could she expect, anyway? She had no way of knowing what James' felt for her.all she could do was guess, and love him back.
Lost in her thoughts, Lily did not hear a sharp click and swish above her. A minute later, she was jolted out of her thoughts by someone calling out her name.
"You must be Lily!" a voice called out. Lily looked up, her green eyes inquiring. A handsome white face looked down at her. A second later, the face disappeared, and the door in front of Lily opened. Before her stood a tall, strapping young man, his features quite handsome. Wispy brown- blond hair and light brown eyes, she observed. This must be David Cooke.
"Come in," he said politely, his brown eyes scanning her face, while his hand reached forward to help her. Lily stepped into the warmth of the corridor, her mind a blur.
"I'm Lily," she explained, somewhat hesitantly. Immediately, she was struck by a wave of foolishness. David smiled, though.
"I knew it. I'm David, and by the way, you are as pretty as Mother said"
Lily blushed red and looked down, conscious of David's eyes boring into hers. He ushered her into the hall, seated her, and went to call his parents, leaving Lily to her own confused thoughts once again. She absentmindedly gazed around the sitting room, taking in the cozy décor, the soft lighting, the high-class carpets and the expensive artwork on the walls. Still, James was on her mind. David seemed to be nice (and handsome), but Lily believed in mutual love, and so far, there was no affection for David on her part.
Mr. and Mrs. Cooke entered the hall noisily, with Mrs. Cooke clucking little explanations of adoration and surprise. She was a rather expensive woman, Lily thought. A rich velveteen dress covered her massive frame, and strands of pearls dangled from her neck and wrists. Her hair was done up in a coiffeur, with an elegant tortoiseshell comb embedded in its depths. Her manner was very eloquent, she constantly purred niceties to Lily. Mr. Cooke, on the other hand, seemed to be a rather formidable man. Dressed in an expensive suit and impressive tie, his attitude seemed to be rather stern. He was happy to see Lily, though, and he greeted her with a detached hug and a smile. Scary, Lily thought. She noticed David standing behind his parents, gazing at Lily's face with a wonder-like expression on his smooth face. What with all the formalities and the upcoming stay at the Cooke's, Lily pushed all other thoughts out of her mind and concentrated on the Cookes.
* * *
Meanwhile, on the other side of London, Mr. Potter stepped into his only son's room. Piles of Quidditch magazines and discarded robes lay on the floor, a general clutter crowded his desk. Across the room, in a sturdy brass case, lay James' broomstick. James himself was lying across his bed, oblivious to his fathers' presence. Mr. Potter sighed, and waded through the mess to his son's bed.
"James, we need to talk," he started. James sat up straight, looking into the warm brown eyes of his father.
"Who's the girl?," his father asked. "Lily", James replied automatically. A second later, he realized what his father was talking about. "Which girl, Pop?"
"The one who's driving you crazy," his Dad said with a smile. He could always read his son's mind.
Looking at his father's concerned yet inquiring eyes, James poured out everything. Everything that had happened during the tour, everything about Lily. As he spoke, his eyes lit up, and a faint smile of pride appeared on his face. Mr. Potter couldn't help but notice the change in his son's mood.
"She sounds wonderful. What's the problem?" Mr. Potter asked.
"She's going to get married, Pop. To her Dad's friends' son"
Again, Mr. Potter sighed.
"James, James, James. Let me tell you something. Your mother."
James looked up at his father's eyes. Even now, seventeen years after his mother's death, Pop still seemed to be in love with her. Pop's eyes seemed to light up every time he spoke about Mom. And then James realized that he was looking at a mirror of himself.he saw himself in his dad.
"Your mother.I had to fight to get her, James. Nothing comes easy in life, son. If you want Lily, go get her."
James thought about it for a moment, then looked askingly at his father. His father smiled at him ruefully.
"Go get her, son. Go get her."
Dun dun dun!!! Expect Chapter 8 out in the next day or two. I promise!!! Also, make sure you review! I want to know if I'm getting crusty, or boring you all to death. Okie? So review and enjoy!! The next part will get more interesting, with a couple of discoveries by Lily and James gaining more confidence. Stay tuned!!!
Love,
Greeneyes
Hi all! I know you guys will never forgive me but I really, really was busy with school. I almost forgot about ffn.net until I received some emails a while back, requesting me to start again. Well, its holidays, so yeah, I will write a couple more chapters of most of my fanfics. For now, enjoy this chapter.
Lily smoothed down her white satin skirt and sighed. She was standing in front of a sturdy red oak door, but she just couldn't muster up the courage to ring the doorbell. Visiting the Cooke's definitely did not appeal to her, particularly on this chilly December morning. Her auburn-red hair cascaded down her shoulders, a few wisps straying across her face as a gentle draft blew through the trees of the perfectly managed Cooke lawn. Lily had several things on her mind, the first of them being James. There had been no word from him during the past week, after she had returned from her tour. What could she expect, anyway? She had no way of knowing what James' felt for her.all she could do was guess, and love him back.
Lost in her thoughts, Lily did not hear a sharp click and swish above her. A minute later, she was jolted out of her thoughts by someone calling out her name.
"You must be Lily!" a voice called out. Lily looked up, her green eyes inquiring. A handsome white face looked down at her. A second later, the face disappeared, and the door in front of Lily opened. Before her stood a tall, strapping young man, his features quite handsome. Wispy brown- blond hair and light brown eyes, she observed. This must be David Cooke.
"Come in," he said politely, his brown eyes scanning her face, while his hand reached forward to help her. Lily stepped into the warmth of the corridor, her mind a blur.
"I'm Lily," she explained, somewhat hesitantly. Immediately, she was struck by a wave of foolishness. David smiled, though.
"I knew it. I'm David, and by the way, you are as pretty as Mother said"
Lily blushed red and looked down, conscious of David's eyes boring into hers. He ushered her into the hall, seated her, and went to call his parents, leaving Lily to her own confused thoughts once again. She absentmindedly gazed around the sitting room, taking in the cozy décor, the soft lighting, the high-class carpets and the expensive artwork on the walls. Still, James was on her mind. David seemed to be nice (and handsome), but Lily believed in mutual love, and so far, there was no affection for David on her part.
Mr. and Mrs. Cooke entered the hall noisily, with Mrs. Cooke clucking little explanations of adoration and surprise. She was a rather expensive woman, Lily thought. A rich velveteen dress covered her massive frame, and strands of pearls dangled from her neck and wrists. Her hair was done up in a coiffeur, with an elegant tortoiseshell comb embedded in its depths. Her manner was very eloquent, she constantly purred niceties to Lily. Mr. Cooke, on the other hand, seemed to be a rather formidable man. Dressed in an expensive suit and impressive tie, his attitude seemed to be rather stern. He was happy to see Lily, though, and he greeted her with a detached hug and a smile. Scary, Lily thought. She noticed David standing behind his parents, gazing at Lily's face with a wonder-like expression on his smooth face. What with all the formalities and the upcoming stay at the Cooke's, Lily pushed all other thoughts out of her mind and concentrated on the Cookes.
* * *
Meanwhile, on the other side of London, Mr. Potter stepped into his only son's room. Piles of Quidditch magazines and discarded robes lay on the floor, a general clutter crowded his desk. Across the room, in a sturdy brass case, lay James' broomstick. James himself was lying across his bed, oblivious to his fathers' presence. Mr. Potter sighed, and waded through the mess to his son's bed.
"James, we need to talk," he started. James sat up straight, looking into the warm brown eyes of his father.
"Who's the girl?," his father asked. "Lily", James replied automatically. A second later, he realized what his father was talking about. "Which girl, Pop?"
"The one who's driving you crazy," his Dad said with a smile. He could always read his son's mind.
Looking at his father's concerned yet inquiring eyes, James poured out everything. Everything that had happened during the tour, everything about Lily. As he spoke, his eyes lit up, and a faint smile of pride appeared on his face. Mr. Potter couldn't help but notice the change in his son's mood.
"She sounds wonderful. What's the problem?" Mr. Potter asked.
"She's going to get married, Pop. To her Dad's friends' son"
Again, Mr. Potter sighed.
"James, James, James. Let me tell you something. Your mother."
James looked up at his father's eyes. Even now, seventeen years after his mother's death, Pop still seemed to be in love with her. Pop's eyes seemed to light up every time he spoke about Mom. And then James realized that he was looking at a mirror of himself.he saw himself in his dad.
"Your mother.I had to fight to get her, James. Nothing comes easy in life, son. If you want Lily, go get her."
James thought about it for a moment, then looked askingly at his father. His father smiled at him ruefully.
"Go get her, son. Go get her."
Dun dun dun!!! Expect Chapter 8 out in the next day or two. I promise!!! Also, make sure you review! I want to know if I'm getting crusty, or boring you all to death. Okie? So review and enjoy!! The next part will get more interesting, with a couple of discoveries by Lily and James gaining more confidence. Stay tuned!!!
Love,
Greeneyes