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Author's Note: I'm having a bit of a writer's block! Lol! If any of you ever have ideas, feel free to e-mail me! I'd love it if you gave me some ideas!
Parting
"Lily Evans?" Professor O' Neal repeated, looking for some reaction in Lily's face.
She finally returned from her thoughts. "Huh?"
"Lily…It's your turn," Narcissa whispered nudging her in the ribs.
She walked up the red-carpeted stairs to the hard stool. As she sat down, Professor O' Neal placed the hat oh her head. It was heavy and baggy.
"Hmm…this is a difficult one! You have a lot of potential…very diligent," the Sorting Hat mumbled. "Where should you go? Ravenclaw? Hmm…no. Hufflepuff? I don't think so. Slytherin? Definitely not. Well, I guess that leaves just one more…Gryffindor!"
A smile spread across Lily's face as she skipped back down the stairs, seating herself at the Gryffindor table. She smiled and clapped, eagerly waiting for Narcissa to be called.
"Peter Pettigrew?"
He slowly sat down on the stool. Lily could tell that he was nervous, he was talking to himself excessively.
"This should be easy. Very reliable, a lot of courage too… I have to say Gryffindor!"
Peter let out a sigh of great relief. He still looked a little nervous as he walked down to the table and sat next to Lily. All the older students made them feel nervous and small.
"Narcissa Rick?"
Narcissa confidently plopped herself on the stool, her blue eyes gleaming.
"I can see poise and boldness. There is pride too. This is easy…Slytherin!" The hat exclaimed as Narcissa's once assertive face faded into a look of distress.
She stared longingly at Lily and gulped as she walked to the table of Slytherins. Great! She thought. Now, Lily was alone, with no friends in her house, no one to share house parties with, no one right there for her. The year had already started on a bad note.
As the feast began, Lily hardly touched her food. She was too busy missing her best friend.
"Lily, are you okay?" Peter asked as he grabbed a chicken leg.
Lily slouched down, resting her head in her hands and replied, "No."
"I'm sorry Narcissa didn't get chosen for Gryffindor," he said hesitantly.
"It's okay. It wasn't your fault," she rested her head in her hands and looked at the floor.
* * *
After a long while of eating and celebrating, everyone headed up to their houses. Lily trudged up the moving staircases next to Peter. She watched Narcissa leave into another corridor. When they entered the common, the house prefects led them to their dormitories.
Lily was left with four complete strangers in one small room. She sat on top of her four-poster bed and lay back onto the fluffy scarlet pillows, thinking.
All of a sudden a small girl barged through the door, "Party in the Gryffindor common room!"
Everyone rushed out of the room, abandoning Lily. She didn't want to go to the party, but she felt committed to going, so she did. While everyone was partying, Lily sat alone on the red sofa near the burning fire.
"Hey, Lily," Peter neared her, hands in his pockets, with some other boys. "This is Remus Lupin and James Potter. I just met them! They're great! Sirius should be coming soon…" He craned his neck looking through the crowd of people.
"Hi, I'm Lily," she looked up from the fire, sulking. "Are you all first years?"
James couldn't take his eyes off of her. She was beautiful! Wow! He thought. "Yeah."
Peter walked away for a moment and came back with another boy. "Hey guys, this is Sirius Black. He's a friend from my neighborhood back in London."
"Hi."
James sat down on the sofa where Lily sat. It seemed as if he was inching closer and closer to her. Lily just sat and smiled a counterfeit smile. The party lasted well into the night. At about midnight, people started heading up the stairs for bed, Lily among them. She dressed into her nightgown and lay on her bed. As she looked out of her window, she thought about Narcissa. Why had they been put into separate houses? It just wasn't fair! She pulled a piece of parchment off her dresser and her quill pen, and began to write.
Dear Narcissa,
This is stinks! We have so much in common and that stupid hat didn't put us in the same house! Oh, I'm so mad! This school is so twisted! I hate it, I hate, I HATE IT!
Author's Note: I'm really disappointed with myself! This story is sort of dumb so far! Please review!
Author's Note: I'm having a bit of a writer's block! Lol! If any of you ever have ideas, feel free to e-mail me! I'd love it if you gave me some ideas!
Parting
"Lily Evans?" Professor O' Neal repeated, looking for some reaction in Lily's face.
She finally returned from her thoughts. "Huh?"
"Lily…It's your turn," Narcissa whispered nudging her in the ribs.
She walked up the red-carpeted stairs to the hard stool. As she sat down, Professor O' Neal placed the hat oh her head. It was heavy and baggy.
"Hmm…this is a difficult one! You have a lot of potential…very diligent," the Sorting Hat mumbled. "Where should you go? Ravenclaw? Hmm…no. Hufflepuff? I don't think so. Slytherin? Definitely not. Well, I guess that leaves just one more…Gryffindor!"
A smile spread across Lily's face as she skipped back down the stairs, seating herself at the Gryffindor table. She smiled and clapped, eagerly waiting for Narcissa to be called.
"Peter Pettigrew?"
He slowly sat down on the stool. Lily could tell that he was nervous, he was talking to himself excessively.
"This should be easy. Very reliable, a lot of courage too… I have to say Gryffindor!"
Peter let out a sigh of great relief. He still looked a little nervous as he walked down to the table and sat next to Lily. All the older students made them feel nervous and small.
"Narcissa Rick?"
Narcissa confidently plopped herself on the stool, her blue eyes gleaming.
"I can see poise and boldness. There is pride too. This is easy…Slytherin!" The hat exclaimed as Narcissa's once assertive face faded into a look of distress.
She stared longingly at Lily and gulped as she walked to the table of Slytherins. Great! She thought. Now, Lily was alone, with no friends in her house, no one to share house parties with, no one right there for her. The year had already started on a bad note.
As the feast began, Lily hardly touched her food. She was too busy missing her best friend.
"Lily, are you okay?" Peter asked as he grabbed a chicken leg.
Lily slouched down, resting her head in her hands and replied, "No."
"I'm sorry Narcissa didn't get chosen for Gryffindor," he said hesitantly.
"It's okay. It wasn't your fault," she rested her head in her hands and looked at the floor.
* * *
After a long while of eating and celebrating, everyone headed up to their houses. Lily trudged up the moving staircases next to Peter. She watched Narcissa leave into another corridor. When they entered the common, the house prefects led them to their dormitories.
Lily was left with four complete strangers in one small room. She sat on top of her four-poster bed and lay back onto the fluffy scarlet pillows, thinking.
All of a sudden a small girl barged through the door, "Party in the Gryffindor common room!"
Everyone rushed out of the room, abandoning Lily. She didn't want to go to the party, but she felt committed to going, so she did. While everyone was partying, Lily sat alone on the red sofa near the burning fire.
"Hey, Lily," Peter neared her, hands in his pockets, with some other boys. "This is Remus Lupin and James Potter. I just met them! They're great! Sirius should be coming soon…" He craned his neck looking through the crowd of people.
"Hi, I'm Lily," she looked up from the fire, sulking. "Are you all first years?"
James couldn't take his eyes off of her. She was beautiful! Wow! He thought. "Yeah."
Peter walked away for a moment and came back with another boy. "Hey guys, this is Sirius Black. He's a friend from my neighborhood back in London."
"Hi."
James sat down on the sofa where Lily sat. It seemed as if he was inching closer and closer to her. Lily just sat and smiled a counterfeit smile. The party lasted well into the night. At about midnight, people started heading up the stairs for bed, Lily among them. She dressed into her nightgown and lay on her bed. As she looked out of her window, she thought about Narcissa. Why had they been put into separate houses? It just wasn't fair! She pulled a piece of parchment off her dresser and her quill pen, and began to write.
Dear Narcissa,
This is stinks! We have so much in common and that stupid hat didn't put us in the same house! Oh, I'm so mad! This school is so twisted! I hate it, I hate, I HATE IT!
Author's Note: I'm really disappointed with myself! This story is sort of dumb so far! Please review!