AN: I need to get Lily and James together, fast!
Disclaimer: you know.
James watched as his friends walked into Zonkos, looking for the perfect exploadeing sweet to give to an annoying little blond in Slytherin, what was his name? Goldy? Gildred? He didn't seem really evil, just very ambitious and boastful. After Peter's back was fully inside Zonkos, James set off down the street. He stopped in front of a little old shop, with faded gilt letters spelling out, "Leftrew's Curiosities" in Old English letters. When James went in the shop, a bell tingled faintly in the back, and a wizened old man came to the front.
"Young Master Potter, I see."
"Yes, Leftrew. I've come for." at this point James looked around, and seeing no one, continued, "Lily's gift. You know."
"Oh, yes, and a very pretty one it is, too. She will love it."
"I hope so, I can't afford for her to not like it."
`~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*meanwhile, at Zonkos~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Hey, where's James?"
"I dunno, wasn't he with you girls?"
"Nope-ewww, Sirie, your skirt is up. Why did you have to go traditional? (AN: no undies) Kera was continuing the conversation that Lily had started.
"It's a kilt."
"Same difference."
As this prattle was going on, Lily had left the joke shop to search for James. When she had gotten outside, she noticed that the sky had turned dark, and it was getting foggy. She started to run, in a sort of panic, down the street. She laughed nervously at herself. Lily knew that she was being stupid, after all, she had never been afraid of a storm. She was Lily, after all. The girl who wasn't afraid of anything and didn't need anybody. Lily strained her eyed against the now heavily falling rain. She spotted a dark shape up ahead. She figured if it wasn't James, at least maybe the person would know where he had went.
When Lily had finally made her way up the street, she was exclaimed in delight and surprise. The dark shape wasn't a human, after all. It was a beautiful stag. (An: predictable, a bit?)
"Stupid, stupid me," Lily thought, "of course James is up with the others, and here I am soaking wet, in a foggerific storm. What a day. Here, boy. I won't hurt you, you're so pretty."
At this the stag walked up to her quite willingly, looking at her with a light in its eyes that could only be described as a love light.
"easy, James." The stag thought. "You'll need to tell her, otherwise you'll become a pet. But you would like that, wouldn't you?" " Oh, you be quiet, voice. Who are you, anyway? Oh, I get it. You're my soul, huh? Easy, boy. Just walk."
Lily had started looking for James again, though. As a huge roll of thunder came, she shivered. Which was not unnatural, considering she was in the freezing rain. She decided to look for James at the huge rocky mountain/hill, hoping that James had taken refuge from the storm there. And if he hadn't, well, she could.
As Lily reached a small dank cave, she heard a deep, gravelly voice.
"Hey! You kid! Get away!"
At this Lily screamed in terror, and ran down the mountain, shrieking about how she needed to find James. She ran all the way to the old pub/eatery, SamIam's, where her friends were enjoying a nice, hot butterbeer. And James was there. James was safe. Lily let a sigh out that was like air escaping from a balloon. Quite loud. She walked in, looking as queenly as she could, considering that she was dripping, and looked like a drowned mouse in actuality. When she reached James she wrinkled up her nose at the smell of him. He smelled like a wet dog.
"James, you smell like a wet dog."
"Why Lily, he most certainly doesn't. A wet stag, maybe, but NOT a wet dog." Sirius was answering for his friend, since James had just turned bright red and seemed to be choking.
"A stag? Oh myyyyyy." At that, Lily fainted, and woke up later, in the hospital.
An: Another chapter! Like a week later than I wanted it to be. Oh well
*sings* raindrops keep falling on my head, oh it is TIME to GO to BEEEEEED. YEAH!!!
Bad boys, bad boys, please open your heart with love/bad boy bad boys/you'll see just how much I care
Laaalaaaalaaaalaaaalaaalaaaalaaaa! Ole!
Disclaimer: you know.
James watched as his friends walked into Zonkos, looking for the perfect exploadeing sweet to give to an annoying little blond in Slytherin, what was his name? Goldy? Gildred? He didn't seem really evil, just very ambitious and boastful. After Peter's back was fully inside Zonkos, James set off down the street. He stopped in front of a little old shop, with faded gilt letters spelling out, "Leftrew's Curiosities" in Old English letters. When James went in the shop, a bell tingled faintly in the back, and a wizened old man came to the front.
"Young Master Potter, I see."
"Yes, Leftrew. I've come for." at this point James looked around, and seeing no one, continued, "Lily's gift. You know."
"Oh, yes, and a very pretty one it is, too. She will love it."
"I hope so, I can't afford for her to not like it."
`~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*meanwhile, at Zonkos~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Hey, where's James?"
"I dunno, wasn't he with you girls?"
"Nope-ewww, Sirie, your skirt is up. Why did you have to go traditional? (AN: no undies) Kera was continuing the conversation that Lily had started.
"It's a kilt."
"Same difference."
As this prattle was going on, Lily had left the joke shop to search for James. When she had gotten outside, she noticed that the sky had turned dark, and it was getting foggy. She started to run, in a sort of panic, down the street. She laughed nervously at herself. Lily knew that she was being stupid, after all, she had never been afraid of a storm. She was Lily, after all. The girl who wasn't afraid of anything and didn't need anybody. Lily strained her eyed against the now heavily falling rain. She spotted a dark shape up ahead. She figured if it wasn't James, at least maybe the person would know where he had went.
When Lily had finally made her way up the street, she was exclaimed in delight and surprise. The dark shape wasn't a human, after all. It was a beautiful stag. (An: predictable, a bit?)
"Stupid, stupid me," Lily thought, "of course James is up with the others, and here I am soaking wet, in a foggerific storm. What a day. Here, boy. I won't hurt you, you're so pretty."
At this the stag walked up to her quite willingly, looking at her with a light in its eyes that could only be described as a love light.
"easy, James." The stag thought. "You'll need to tell her, otherwise you'll become a pet. But you would like that, wouldn't you?" " Oh, you be quiet, voice. Who are you, anyway? Oh, I get it. You're my soul, huh? Easy, boy. Just walk."
Lily had started looking for James again, though. As a huge roll of thunder came, she shivered. Which was not unnatural, considering she was in the freezing rain. She decided to look for James at the huge rocky mountain/hill, hoping that James had taken refuge from the storm there. And if he hadn't, well, she could.
As Lily reached a small dank cave, she heard a deep, gravelly voice.
"Hey! You kid! Get away!"
At this Lily screamed in terror, and ran down the mountain, shrieking about how she needed to find James. She ran all the way to the old pub/eatery, SamIam's, where her friends were enjoying a nice, hot butterbeer. And James was there. James was safe. Lily let a sigh out that was like air escaping from a balloon. Quite loud. She walked in, looking as queenly as she could, considering that she was dripping, and looked like a drowned mouse in actuality. When she reached James she wrinkled up her nose at the smell of him. He smelled like a wet dog.
"James, you smell like a wet dog."
"Why Lily, he most certainly doesn't. A wet stag, maybe, but NOT a wet dog." Sirius was answering for his friend, since James had just turned bright red and seemed to be choking.
"A stag? Oh myyyyyy." At that, Lily fainted, and woke up later, in the hospital.
An: Another chapter! Like a week later than I wanted it to be. Oh well
*sings* raindrops keep falling on my head, oh it is TIME to GO to BEEEEEED. YEAH!!!
Bad boys, bad boys, please open your heart with love/bad boy bad boys/you'll see just how much I care
Laaalaaaalaaaalaaaalaaalaaaalaaaa! Ole!