chapter 13.
Upon waking up, James figured that he was really bored. And he might as well make friends with Lily while he was stuck in the same room as her.
He walked out of his bathroom and stood in front of Lily's door, listening.
All he heard was quiet.
Tentatively, he lifted his hand and held his fist a few inches from the door. Trying not to have second thoughts, he pounded the door with his knuckles a few times and put his hand down.
"Whaddya want?" Lily asked, sounding quite tired to James.
"Um, I'm bored?"
"Well, sorry lover boy, but I'm busy."
"Busy doing what? Trying to make my hair stay flat? or trying to figure out how the goo showed up?"
"Ozzie? What about him?"
"Oh, so now you've given the slime a name? Sorry for throwing the possibilites out at you, but that thing was probably sent by Voldemort. And what does it do, talk to you?" he said hotly. He regretted it instantly; his main reason for coming here was to make friends.
Lily threw open the door. "Yes, I have given Oz a name. And he was not sent by Voldemort, you thickhead. It's really nice to have someone to confide in. No, you cannot borrow him."
James gasped. He took a few steps back, faster and faster (almost tripping on the back of the girls' robes he was wearing), until he had reached the middle of the room when he turned around and ran towards the window. He threw it open, letting the bright natural light shine through. It bounced off the walls, the beds, the desks.
Lily gave a throaty shout. She covered her eyes with the sleeves of the boys' robe she was wearing. James saw a hint of blue stretching out behind her.
James, regaining some sort of courage, went back to her and dragged her closer to the window. She stopped struggling when the light started hitting her eyes.
Blue slime trailed her wherever she went. James glanced back and noticed that there was a trail of it leading to the window. He checked her hands; they were empty of the slime.
Suddenly, she fell. Her arms and legs curled into a ball.
James grunted as he lifted her up and placed her on to her own bed. *Remind me to tell Lily to start to work out after this. Her body is so completely weak.* Of course, the possibility lay that James's body was heavy. But it stayed ignored.
He watched her uncurl and lay straight, limbs together and arms to her sides. Tightly. As if she were bound together. Somehow.
He watched her transform.
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A/N i don't really like this chapter this much. u know why? because i have not written a single word to the actual story except this but this doesnt count. so when i actually write the chapter i'll probably like it. probably.
i added u to my aim buddy list, heraclas. do u have hotmail? cuz i could add you on to my msn messenger list too...
real A/N that i wrote after i wrote the chapter: i loved this chapter! lots of suspense. hmmm, what should lily be? let's find out...
Upon waking up, James figured that he was really bored. And he might as well make friends with Lily while he was stuck in the same room as her.
He walked out of his bathroom and stood in front of Lily's door, listening.
All he heard was quiet.
Tentatively, he lifted his hand and held his fist a few inches from the door. Trying not to have second thoughts, he pounded the door with his knuckles a few times and put his hand down.
"Whaddya want?" Lily asked, sounding quite tired to James.
"Um, I'm bored?"
"Well, sorry lover boy, but I'm busy."
"Busy doing what? Trying to make my hair stay flat? or trying to figure out how the goo showed up?"
"Ozzie? What about him?"
"Oh, so now you've given the slime a name? Sorry for throwing the possibilites out at you, but that thing was probably sent by Voldemort. And what does it do, talk to you?" he said hotly. He regretted it instantly; his main reason for coming here was to make friends.
Lily threw open the door. "Yes, I have given Oz a name. And he was not sent by Voldemort, you thickhead. It's really nice to have someone to confide in. No, you cannot borrow him."
James gasped. He took a few steps back, faster and faster (almost tripping on the back of the girls' robes he was wearing), until he had reached the middle of the room when he turned around and ran towards the window. He threw it open, letting the bright natural light shine through. It bounced off the walls, the beds, the desks.
Lily gave a throaty shout. She covered her eyes with the sleeves of the boys' robe she was wearing. James saw a hint of blue stretching out behind her.
James, regaining some sort of courage, went back to her and dragged her closer to the window. She stopped struggling when the light started hitting her eyes.
Blue slime trailed her wherever she went. James glanced back and noticed that there was a trail of it leading to the window. He checked her hands; they were empty of the slime.
Suddenly, she fell. Her arms and legs curled into a ball.
James grunted as he lifted her up and placed her on to her own bed. *Remind me to tell Lily to start to work out after this. Her body is so completely weak.* Of course, the possibility lay that James's body was heavy. But it stayed ignored.
He watched her uncurl and lay straight, limbs together and arms to her sides. Tightly. As if she were bound together. Somehow.
He watched her transform.
* * *
A/N i don't really like this chapter this much. u know why? because i have not written a single word to the actual story except this but this doesnt count. so when i actually write the chapter i'll probably like it. probably.
i added u to my aim buddy list, heraclas. do u have hotmail? cuz i could add you on to my msn messenger list too...
real A/N that i wrote after i wrote the chapter: i loved this chapter! lots of suspense. hmmm, what should lily be? let's find out...