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don't sue, im broke on the $$ I lent to friends n the other half which I
blew off shopping, plus I just donated ten bucks to my church-how nice of
moi..
**A/N** This is NOT I repeat-NOT the 1st time I wrote, it's the 1st time I posted on ff.net. and I think it sucks..blahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. all my writing got glued into one huge blob of words. Ew. Soooooo not the way I write.
::~:: Chappii 1 ::~::
Mumbling incoherently as she hung her head and let the thick tresses of wildfires brush over her dark eyelashes, battering slowly, lifting a tired gaze up to the person's left shoe, dirt filled and grimy, exactly what she expected to be. She let her eyes wander in and out of the wavering creases in the cinky mud-black garment, she realized that she was no longer waiting for them to pass, rather, they were waiting for her to move, to move from their line of vision, her superior. Like hell she would, they were not her superior, only in their little world, their little messed up world or popularism, fan clubs, and detentions. There were a few laughs here and there, ha..ha..not so much in the real world. She saw them for who they were, not what they seemed, unlike everyone else.
"Dear Lillian, would you kindly remove your accessories and handbag out of my way? Us prefects have a meeting to go to, don't wanna be late." Mockery's what it is, mocking her, mocking her nimble tiny feet, he very well knew that it was a mere accident. Now the nasty boot of Mister James H. Potter tapped impatiently, emitting a hollow sound across the cold marble floor. How was it cold you ask? Because our dear Lillian was crouching there, palms against the floor, picking up her stuff; they didn't move.
"Maybe you should watch where you're going." She flung them a cool glance with her icy emerald pair of eyes, she knew that if she didn't stand her ground, she'll always be hunted, and they, the hunters. Raising her light eyebrows easily, she gave them a look that shot out intimidation, a striking first encounter to say. Voice that was hoarse from shouting and yet, rich and creamy with a sizzling venom boiling brutally, hissing and spewing. She didn't hate them, or dislike them, just simply at the moment because they had been arrogant and snooty to her personally. Fine, don't help me, I don't need it. An injection of teenage hormones shot from her numb bony fingers to her brain, silently chanting to herself as she stood there, a cool sheet of ice shot from her fiery eyes, she felt confident, ready to strike. "You know, just so you don't bump into the wall blindly and lose what's left of your poor brain cells," Now she was the superior, or she talked like it.
Blood didn't boil within James, he instead glanced at her uninterestedly and coldly, like she had done, except she had her secret sexy smile and he didn't, a tiny lopsided grin hung askew upon his thin raspy lips, he was famous for that. Peaking from behind him, Remus took a step forward, "I suppose you're going, too?" A one shouldered shrug was what he got in response, a most certain sign that she couldn't care less.
"Iono," Lily seemed to be mumbling a lot these days, it didn't matter, the smile stayed there. "It doesn't start for another twenty minutes, I think I'll drop my stuff off and change into something more pleasing to McGonagall's hawk eyes." She said again in the same sleek ice-blue tone that matched her attire, a short breezy daring summer's dress with dark fading torn jeans to match, plus high stack flip-flops that simply seem to go around very fast within these high castle walls. Faking a wolf's whistle, James popped his eyes out by what seems to be a good ol' fashion game of "Undressing with your eyes" Taking great care to be observant, Lily made sure the heel of her palm smashed James square between the eyes just as he looked up. "Come on Remmie dear, move along, nothing to see, just a great big pig prancing around to show his talents," slinging her black handbag over her left rounded tanned shoulder, she hooked her arm around Remus's shoulder and shoved him forward. It was no longer a game of the hunter and the hunted, but rather, stalking away from the prey; Lily always won in those games. Then all of a sudden she burst into a song and dance number, silly once again after an encounter with James and company. Glancing at their retreating backs, James looked at the ground beside his shoes, several notebooks sprawled across the forest green floor, obviously she meant for him to pick them up, as she always did, and he did, like always, and smiling quaintly at the mumbo-jumbo words coming out of his friends' mouths.
"Anna-Anna-bo-fanna, fe-fi-fo-Anna, bananna-fa-fanna, fe-fi-fo-Anna." Lily's cookies-n-cream voice floated down the halls, arm still around Remus and both of them were doing the can-can. The quaint little smile stayed on longer than usual, because, you see, James found something that he'd never think possible, something even wilder beyond imagination. Her scrapbook and journal.
::~:: Chappii 1 ::~::
**A/N** im sorry if u hate the way I write, this story's probably gonna be very detailed right down to the tiniest flare or something, that's just the way I write *shrug* luv it or hate it. Yesyes, I believe in proper grammar, and no, I don't need a beta reader. Im sorry if u wanted to get a head start on the story like everyone else..ha..ha..like really.I doubt that anyone's gonna review cuz it's really short and it's similar to the other L/J fluff (luv da word!!) anyways, review if ya feel like it, I usually just put a smiley face or something short, go ahead, write something weird if that's just more "you" *snickers* *ahem* anyways..so click away!!!
And to all my friends out there--*muwa* and an extra for my bf--*muwa* te- hee!! ^.~
**A/N** This is NOT I repeat-NOT the 1st time I wrote, it's the 1st time I posted on ff.net. and I think it sucks..blahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. all my writing got glued into one huge blob of words. Ew. Soooooo not the way I write.
::~:: Chappii 1 ::~::
Mumbling incoherently as she hung her head and let the thick tresses of wildfires brush over her dark eyelashes, battering slowly, lifting a tired gaze up to the person's left shoe, dirt filled and grimy, exactly what she expected to be. She let her eyes wander in and out of the wavering creases in the cinky mud-black garment, she realized that she was no longer waiting for them to pass, rather, they were waiting for her to move, to move from their line of vision, her superior. Like hell she would, they were not her superior, only in their little world, their little messed up world or popularism, fan clubs, and detentions. There were a few laughs here and there, ha..ha..not so much in the real world. She saw them for who they were, not what they seemed, unlike everyone else.
"Dear Lillian, would you kindly remove your accessories and handbag out of my way? Us prefects have a meeting to go to, don't wanna be late." Mockery's what it is, mocking her, mocking her nimble tiny feet, he very well knew that it was a mere accident. Now the nasty boot of Mister James H. Potter tapped impatiently, emitting a hollow sound across the cold marble floor. How was it cold you ask? Because our dear Lillian was crouching there, palms against the floor, picking up her stuff; they didn't move.
"Maybe you should watch where you're going." She flung them a cool glance with her icy emerald pair of eyes, she knew that if she didn't stand her ground, she'll always be hunted, and they, the hunters. Raising her light eyebrows easily, she gave them a look that shot out intimidation, a striking first encounter to say. Voice that was hoarse from shouting and yet, rich and creamy with a sizzling venom boiling brutally, hissing and spewing. She didn't hate them, or dislike them, just simply at the moment because they had been arrogant and snooty to her personally. Fine, don't help me, I don't need it. An injection of teenage hormones shot from her numb bony fingers to her brain, silently chanting to herself as she stood there, a cool sheet of ice shot from her fiery eyes, she felt confident, ready to strike. "You know, just so you don't bump into the wall blindly and lose what's left of your poor brain cells," Now she was the superior, or she talked like it.
Blood didn't boil within James, he instead glanced at her uninterestedly and coldly, like she had done, except she had her secret sexy smile and he didn't, a tiny lopsided grin hung askew upon his thin raspy lips, he was famous for that. Peaking from behind him, Remus took a step forward, "I suppose you're going, too?" A one shouldered shrug was what he got in response, a most certain sign that she couldn't care less.
"Iono," Lily seemed to be mumbling a lot these days, it didn't matter, the smile stayed there. "It doesn't start for another twenty minutes, I think I'll drop my stuff off and change into something more pleasing to McGonagall's hawk eyes." She said again in the same sleek ice-blue tone that matched her attire, a short breezy daring summer's dress with dark fading torn jeans to match, plus high stack flip-flops that simply seem to go around very fast within these high castle walls. Faking a wolf's whistle, James popped his eyes out by what seems to be a good ol' fashion game of "Undressing with your eyes" Taking great care to be observant, Lily made sure the heel of her palm smashed James square between the eyes just as he looked up. "Come on Remmie dear, move along, nothing to see, just a great big pig prancing around to show his talents," slinging her black handbag over her left rounded tanned shoulder, she hooked her arm around Remus's shoulder and shoved him forward. It was no longer a game of the hunter and the hunted, but rather, stalking away from the prey; Lily always won in those games. Then all of a sudden she burst into a song and dance number, silly once again after an encounter with James and company. Glancing at their retreating backs, James looked at the ground beside his shoes, several notebooks sprawled across the forest green floor, obviously she meant for him to pick them up, as she always did, and he did, like always, and smiling quaintly at the mumbo-jumbo words coming out of his friends' mouths.
"Anna-Anna-bo-fanna, fe-fi-fo-Anna, bananna-fa-fanna, fe-fi-fo-Anna." Lily's cookies-n-cream voice floated down the halls, arm still around Remus and both of them were doing the can-can. The quaint little smile stayed on longer than usual, because, you see, James found something that he'd never think possible, something even wilder beyond imagination. Her scrapbook and journal.
::~:: Chappii 1 ::~::
**A/N** im sorry if u hate the way I write, this story's probably gonna be very detailed right down to the tiniest flare or something, that's just the way I write *shrug* luv it or hate it. Yesyes, I believe in proper grammar, and no, I don't need a beta reader. Im sorry if u wanted to get a head start on the story like everyone else..ha..ha..like really.I doubt that anyone's gonna review cuz it's really short and it's similar to the other L/J fluff (luv da word!!) anyways, review if ya feel like it, I usually just put a smiley face or something short, go ahead, write something weird if that's just more "you" *snickers* *ahem* anyways..so click away!!!
And to all my friends out there--*muwa* and an extra for my bf--*muwa* te- hee!! ^.~