Author's note: Hey peeps! Ok I think this is sorta different from a lot of the other Lily/James fictions. At least I hope it is. I tried to make it sort of different. Anyway I like it and I like writing it so I'm continuing it no matter what you guys think (PLEASE like it! Please, please do!) And by the way I don't want any Texan people to take offence at what I've written about it. I don't have a clue about Texas. I just wanted to have Lily go to a school like the one I've described. So NO OFFENCE!!!!
Disclaimer: Ok Phoebe is mine, Tara is mine, Alyson is mine, Shannon is, Mena is, Kaye is, basically anyone you don't recognize. Oh yea and the plot is mine!!!! Everything else belongs to J.K. Rowling!
A pretty, though unaccustomed, blonde girl poked her head around the doorway of the train compartment in which Phoebe Hannigan, Alyson Lyonne and Tara Levy were comfortably positioned.
"Hi guys," she spoke in her slight Southern drawl.
"Hey Shannon," answered the three girls, obediently.
"Have any of ye' seen Jamsie around?" she asked hopefully. All three girls pointed to the next compartment, smiling, as the slightly younger girl hurried towards the door they were pointing to.
"James, hun, are you in here?" Shannon hollered, as she slid the door open.
"Yea, Shan, come on in," came James' relaxed voice. Shannon scooted in, shutting the door behind her, firmly.
James Potter had been dating his girlfriend, Shannon Reid, for almost three years straight. Ever since his second year (her first year) at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry they had been mad about each other. Totally head over heels for each other. So serious were they, in fact, that James was convinced that she was The one. The one he would spend the rest of his life with.
Shannon was quite attractive with golden blond hair shaped into a shortish choppy style, dark, but emotional, blue eyes, an all-year-round tawny colour on her skin, a charming smile which showed off her perfect (due to three years of braces when she was younger!) white teeth and a sylphlike figure.
She had confidence that rivaled Christina Aguilera's or Britney Spears' and could be slightly whiny at times. She was smiley and perky and occasionally resembled a cheesy American cheerleader. But all in all Shannon was a sweet girl and was adored and cherished by James.
"How was you're summer?" James asked his girlfriend, kissing her gently on the nose. Shannon sighed and for a brief moment was transformed to a melancholy and dejected version of herself.
"It was utter hell," she replied. "We were parceled from Mum to Dad every other week, (her parents had recently gotten a divorce) Zoë was sulking almost every other hour and Cara was being deliberately bratty and annoying. Then on top of all that we went to Disney World for three days with Mum. Cara was so excited that she puked up her ice cream all over my new shoes and the whole thing was so sunny and relentlessly cheery. Even for me." Shannon sighed dramatically and closed her eyes.
"Poor baby," James said, fitting his arm around her slender body. "But you're here with me now and that's all that matters," he said, leaning down to kiss her gently on the lips. Shannon's sunny smile re-appeared.
"True," she said.
"I have a feeling this is going to be a great year," James predicted.
"I agree," Shannon said, sleepily, snuggling into his chest. "My cousin is transferring from America this year. She'll be in you're year."
"That's cool," James said. "What's her name?" Shannon yawned.
"Lily. Lily Evans."
Sirius Black whistled. "Who's the new girl?" he asked, gaping at a girl at the top of the sorting queue. James squinted to see her but could barely make her out.
"Oh yea," he said. "It could be Shannon's cousin. Her name's Lily something, I think," James said, searching the room for Shannon. He spotted her sitting at the Ravenclaw table and waved at her.
"Well let's hope she's sorted into Gryfinndor then," Sirius said, still gazing at her. "Cos she is a major babe!"
"Who?" asked Remus Lupin, coming up behind his friends along with Peter Pettigrew, the forth and final member of their group.
"New girl," Sirius replied, pointing. Remus' reaction was much like Sirius'.
"Whoa," he said. "She is totally hot! Where did she come from?" No one answered.
"Prongs?" Sirius prompted, elbowing him, sharply, in the ribs. James, who had been busy making kissy faces at Shannon, jerked back to the real world.
"Oh, America I think," he said.
"Prongs, you'll have to arrange an introduction. She's about the hottest thing walking this planet at this very moment," he said, gasping for breath.
"I can't see a damn thing with these bloody things," James said, exasperatedly, taking off his glasses.
"You don't know WHAT you're missing, Prongs, buddy," Peter joined in.
"She can't be that gorgeous," James said, repairing his glasses with a spell. "Yes she can!" he gasped, slipping his glasses back on and taking a long look at his girlfriend's cousin.
Lily was, indeed, fabulous looking. Her hair was long, red and a mass of layered waves. Her emerald green eyes were passionate, sentimental, sensitive, excitable, temperamental and melodramatic all at once and seemed to be physically possible to drown in. Her skin was a snowy white colour and her smile was becoming and alluring and was quite possibly used to make admirers go weak at the knees. She was tall and fashionably slender, well built and with curves in all the right places. All in all Lily Evans was stunning and quite impossible to fit any one word.
"Jesus bloody Christ," Sirius said, breathing, raggedly. "Would you ever guess that she was related to Shannon?" he asked. "They're nothing alike. I mean she's so yummy and Shannon's, well, not really."
"I think Shannon's yummy," argued James, childishly.
"Sure she's cute," Sirius said, absently. "But her cousin is a bloody fine thing!" Sirius said.
"You're not the only one who thinks so," James commented, nodding towards the entire male population of Hogwarts, who were drooling at the sight of this mysterious new girl, including the Slytherins who were usually just plain nasty.
"Attention students." Dumbledore's loud, clear voice magnified over the buzz of chatter flying around the great hall. "I see you've noticed our new student. Her name is Lily Evans and she has recently transferred from the U.S to join us. She is entering her sixth year and I think I speak for the whole school when I say we are extremely glad to have you here Ms. Evans. Now if you would step up to the stool please." Lily walked up gracefully and sat down, slipping the hat over her head as she did so, well aware that she was the center of attention. She must have been sitting on the stool for almost a full ten minutes (her admirers all sitting up, eagerly, in their seats, breathlessly, waiting for her destination) before the hat came to its decision.
"Gryfinndor," it shouted. The table to the left exploded in cheers and wolf whistles. The Slytherins slumped into their seats, dispirited. The Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs clapped, apathetically, glad that the new attractive girl hadn't been placed in Slytherin but depressed that the hat had chosen Gryfinndor instead of their house.
Lily stood in front of her trunk, unpacking various bits, when the three other occupants of the dorm returned, gossiping and yakking.
"Hi," Lily greeted them, flashing a smile. "I'm . . ."
"We know, we know Lily Evans," interrupted one of them. She smiled and stuck out her hand. "I'm Tara Levy and I think everyone knows YOU'RE name already. I mean the boys have you labeled as "hotter than Marie Ellis Ammons" ( A/N We'll just say she's a model, k?) and the girls already think you're going to be the school slut within three days." She shrugged. Lily laughed, a light tinkling laugh.
"God, I didn't think the English jumped to such extravagant and fantastical conclusions before even meeting someone," Lily said in her soft accent.
"We didn't," said a second girl, pointing at the three of them and holding out her other hand. "I'm Alyson Lyonne by the way."
"Phoebe Hannigan," the third girl said, cheerfully, curtsying mockingly. Lily laughed again. She took a good look at the three girls in front of her. The first girl (Tara) wasn't exactly breath taking although she was pretty in a cute, girly kind of way. She was willowy with chestnut brown hair, the straightest Lily had ever seen. She had a peaches and cream complexion with a fair sprinkling of freckles on her face. Her eyes were truly the highlight of her face. Big and responsive they didn't seem to stay the same colour for very long. One minute they were pale blue, the next they were greeny-blue like the ocean and the next again they were dark and stormy. Pretty but of no beauty was how a stranger would have described her.
Phoebe was almost the complete opposite. She was very petite, fragile and very, very small. Her 6inch heels gave her some height but her friends still virtually towered over her. Her, just-over-shoulder-length hair was bleached blond and swung in a high ponytail. Her eyes were pale, pale blue and exceedingly unexpressive, as if unwilling to give away any vital information about their owner. Her skin was also very pale, chalky almost and her mouth curved into an illustrious smile. She was almost glamorous looking and would certainly have been had she been any bit taller.
Alyson held a mysterious aura around her and looked almost vampish. Her straight black hair flowed almost to her waist like a waterfall, glinting almost blue when it caught the light. She was tall and skinny, almost unnaturally so. Her skin was eerily pale, with the obvious help of her make-up supplies. Her eyes were dark, almost black, and smoky looking. In fact there was very little colour about her at all. Her clothes were all dark shades of black, navy and grey. Even her lips had been toned down with the help of a dark, raisin coloured lipstick.
"It's great to meet all of you," Lily said, smiling obscurely. "Is the school any good?" she asked, with distinguished politeness.
"It's bloody brilliant," Phoebe answered. "Well as brilliant as any school can be. Food's good, teachers are tolerable give or take a few, classes are pretty boring but what can you expect? The boys are passable although they could be better." The small girl shrugged and kicked off her heels. "That's basically it." Lily nodded, attentively.
"I guess I'll just have to get used to it," she said, precariously.
"What's to get used to?" Tara asked, candidly. "All school's are the same, right?" She kicked her trunk open and gave a full view of the contents, which all seemed to have been thrown in, haphazardly.
"Depends," Lily said, yawning. "I went to school in Texas," she expressed. The three girls winced. "I expect it'll be, er, moderately different here," Lily said, grinning as the other three looked at her in disbelief.
"You went to school in Texas?" Alyson asked the second Lily had stopped talking. Lily nodded, serenely. "How the hell did you stand it?" she demanded.
"How did I stand it?" Lily echoed, disbelievingly. "It was bloody fantastic." Her eyes sparkled and for the rest of the night Alyson, Tara and Phoebe were entertained with amusing stories of the Texan school she had attended.
Disclaimer: Ok Phoebe is mine, Tara is mine, Alyson is mine, Shannon is, Mena is, Kaye is, basically anyone you don't recognize. Oh yea and the plot is mine!!!! Everything else belongs to J.K. Rowling!
A pretty, though unaccustomed, blonde girl poked her head around the doorway of the train compartment in which Phoebe Hannigan, Alyson Lyonne and Tara Levy were comfortably positioned.
"Hi guys," she spoke in her slight Southern drawl.
"Hey Shannon," answered the three girls, obediently.
"Have any of ye' seen Jamsie around?" she asked hopefully. All three girls pointed to the next compartment, smiling, as the slightly younger girl hurried towards the door they were pointing to.
"James, hun, are you in here?" Shannon hollered, as she slid the door open.
"Yea, Shan, come on in," came James' relaxed voice. Shannon scooted in, shutting the door behind her, firmly.
James Potter had been dating his girlfriend, Shannon Reid, for almost three years straight. Ever since his second year (her first year) at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry they had been mad about each other. Totally head over heels for each other. So serious were they, in fact, that James was convinced that she was The one. The one he would spend the rest of his life with.
Shannon was quite attractive with golden blond hair shaped into a shortish choppy style, dark, but emotional, blue eyes, an all-year-round tawny colour on her skin, a charming smile which showed off her perfect (due to three years of braces when she was younger!) white teeth and a sylphlike figure.
She had confidence that rivaled Christina Aguilera's or Britney Spears' and could be slightly whiny at times. She was smiley and perky and occasionally resembled a cheesy American cheerleader. But all in all Shannon was a sweet girl and was adored and cherished by James.
"How was you're summer?" James asked his girlfriend, kissing her gently on the nose. Shannon sighed and for a brief moment was transformed to a melancholy and dejected version of herself.
"It was utter hell," she replied. "We were parceled from Mum to Dad every other week, (her parents had recently gotten a divorce) Zoë was sulking almost every other hour and Cara was being deliberately bratty and annoying. Then on top of all that we went to Disney World for three days with Mum. Cara was so excited that she puked up her ice cream all over my new shoes and the whole thing was so sunny and relentlessly cheery. Even for me." Shannon sighed dramatically and closed her eyes.
"Poor baby," James said, fitting his arm around her slender body. "But you're here with me now and that's all that matters," he said, leaning down to kiss her gently on the lips. Shannon's sunny smile re-appeared.
"True," she said.
"I have a feeling this is going to be a great year," James predicted.
"I agree," Shannon said, sleepily, snuggling into his chest. "My cousin is transferring from America this year. She'll be in you're year."
"That's cool," James said. "What's her name?" Shannon yawned.
"Lily. Lily Evans."
Sirius Black whistled. "Who's the new girl?" he asked, gaping at a girl at the top of the sorting queue. James squinted to see her but could barely make her out.
"Oh yea," he said. "It could be Shannon's cousin. Her name's Lily something, I think," James said, searching the room for Shannon. He spotted her sitting at the Ravenclaw table and waved at her.
"Well let's hope she's sorted into Gryfinndor then," Sirius said, still gazing at her. "Cos she is a major babe!"
"Who?" asked Remus Lupin, coming up behind his friends along with Peter Pettigrew, the forth and final member of their group.
"New girl," Sirius replied, pointing. Remus' reaction was much like Sirius'.
"Whoa," he said. "She is totally hot! Where did she come from?" No one answered.
"Prongs?" Sirius prompted, elbowing him, sharply, in the ribs. James, who had been busy making kissy faces at Shannon, jerked back to the real world.
"Oh, America I think," he said.
"Prongs, you'll have to arrange an introduction. She's about the hottest thing walking this planet at this very moment," he said, gasping for breath.
"I can't see a damn thing with these bloody things," James said, exasperatedly, taking off his glasses.
"You don't know WHAT you're missing, Prongs, buddy," Peter joined in.
"She can't be that gorgeous," James said, repairing his glasses with a spell. "Yes she can!" he gasped, slipping his glasses back on and taking a long look at his girlfriend's cousin.
Lily was, indeed, fabulous looking. Her hair was long, red and a mass of layered waves. Her emerald green eyes were passionate, sentimental, sensitive, excitable, temperamental and melodramatic all at once and seemed to be physically possible to drown in. Her skin was a snowy white colour and her smile was becoming and alluring and was quite possibly used to make admirers go weak at the knees. She was tall and fashionably slender, well built and with curves in all the right places. All in all Lily Evans was stunning and quite impossible to fit any one word.
"Jesus bloody Christ," Sirius said, breathing, raggedly. "Would you ever guess that she was related to Shannon?" he asked. "They're nothing alike. I mean she's so yummy and Shannon's, well, not really."
"I think Shannon's yummy," argued James, childishly.
"Sure she's cute," Sirius said, absently. "But her cousin is a bloody fine thing!" Sirius said.
"You're not the only one who thinks so," James commented, nodding towards the entire male population of Hogwarts, who were drooling at the sight of this mysterious new girl, including the Slytherins who were usually just plain nasty.
"Attention students." Dumbledore's loud, clear voice magnified over the buzz of chatter flying around the great hall. "I see you've noticed our new student. Her name is Lily Evans and she has recently transferred from the U.S to join us. She is entering her sixth year and I think I speak for the whole school when I say we are extremely glad to have you here Ms. Evans. Now if you would step up to the stool please." Lily walked up gracefully and sat down, slipping the hat over her head as she did so, well aware that she was the center of attention. She must have been sitting on the stool for almost a full ten minutes (her admirers all sitting up, eagerly, in their seats, breathlessly, waiting for her destination) before the hat came to its decision.
"Gryfinndor," it shouted. The table to the left exploded in cheers and wolf whistles. The Slytherins slumped into their seats, dispirited. The Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs clapped, apathetically, glad that the new attractive girl hadn't been placed in Slytherin but depressed that the hat had chosen Gryfinndor instead of their house.
Lily stood in front of her trunk, unpacking various bits, when the three other occupants of the dorm returned, gossiping and yakking.
"Hi," Lily greeted them, flashing a smile. "I'm . . ."
"We know, we know Lily Evans," interrupted one of them. She smiled and stuck out her hand. "I'm Tara Levy and I think everyone knows YOU'RE name already. I mean the boys have you labeled as "hotter than Marie Ellis Ammons" ( A/N We'll just say she's a model, k?) and the girls already think you're going to be the school slut within three days." She shrugged. Lily laughed, a light tinkling laugh.
"God, I didn't think the English jumped to such extravagant and fantastical conclusions before even meeting someone," Lily said in her soft accent.
"We didn't," said a second girl, pointing at the three of them and holding out her other hand. "I'm Alyson Lyonne by the way."
"Phoebe Hannigan," the third girl said, cheerfully, curtsying mockingly. Lily laughed again. She took a good look at the three girls in front of her. The first girl (Tara) wasn't exactly breath taking although she was pretty in a cute, girly kind of way. She was willowy with chestnut brown hair, the straightest Lily had ever seen. She had a peaches and cream complexion with a fair sprinkling of freckles on her face. Her eyes were truly the highlight of her face. Big and responsive they didn't seem to stay the same colour for very long. One minute they were pale blue, the next they were greeny-blue like the ocean and the next again they were dark and stormy. Pretty but of no beauty was how a stranger would have described her.
Phoebe was almost the complete opposite. She was very petite, fragile and very, very small. Her 6inch heels gave her some height but her friends still virtually towered over her. Her, just-over-shoulder-length hair was bleached blond and swung in a high ponytail. Her eyes were pale, pale blue and exceedingly unexpressive, as if unwilling to give away any vital information about their owner. Her skin was also very pale, chalky almost and her mouth curved into an illustrious smile. She was almost glamorous looking and would certainly have been had she been any bit taller.
Alyson held a mysterious aura around her and looked almost vampish. Her straight black hair flowed almost to her waist like a waterfall, glinting almost blue when it caught the light. She was tall and skinny, almost unnaturally so. Her skin was eerily pale, with the obvious help of her make-up supplies. Her eyes were dark, almost black, and smoky looking. In fact there was very little colour about her at all. Her clothes were all dark shades of black, navy and grey. Even her lips had been toned down with the help of a dark, raisin coloured lipstick.
"It's great to meet all of you," Lily said, smiling obscurely. "Is the school any good?" she asked, with distinguished politeness.
"It's bloody brilliant," Phoebe answered. "Well as brilliant as any school can be. Food's good, teachers are tolerable give or take a few, classes are pretty boring but what can you expect? The boys are passable although they could be better." The small girl shrugged and kicked off her heels. "That's basically it." Lily nodded, attentively.
"I guess I'll just have to get used to it," she said, precariously.
"What's to get used to?" Tara asked, candidly. "All school's are the same, right?" She kicked her trunk open and gave a full view of the contents, which all seemed to have been thrown in, haphazardly.
"Depends," Lily said, yawning. "I went to school in Texas," she expressed. The three girls winced. "I expect it'll be, er, moderately different here," Lily said, grinning as the other three looked at her in disbelief.
"You went to school in Texas?" Alyson asked the second Lily had stopped talking. Lily nodded, serenely. "How the hell did you stand it?" she demanded.
"How did I stand it?" Lily echoed, disbelievingly. "It was bloody fantastic." Her eyes sparkled and for the rest of the night Alyson, Tara and Phoebe were entertained with amusing stories of the Texan school she had attended.