Flustered, James walked away. "Where in the world is she?" The sound of
pattering feet behind him made James turn around. What looked like a
little girl, though she was tall enough to be fourteen, was running towards
him and looking like she rather enjoyed it. "Wonder if that's Lily" he
thought to himself.
She didn't look like any of the other girls James had seen with Adrienne. Her red hair was in a simple braid, not like the array of curls, frizz, and such the girls around here wore. Her green eyes, which looked gray in some lights, were bright and cheery, taking in everything about her. "'Drienne never told me she was pretty." muttered James, taking in the sight of the rosy-cheeked damsel in front of him
"This is James, isn't it?" inquired the supposed Miss Lily Evans.
"Yes, how did you know?"
"Oh, Adrienne said you had messy coal-black hair, a thinnish face and knees, and wore a gray cap everywhere you went." explained Lily. She politely refrained from saying that James had a mop of black mess, a skinny body and knobby knees, and wore a dirty old cap that Adrienne had firmly imprinted on her brain.
"So I take it your Miss Lily Evans?"
"Quite so." Lily replied.
"Where are your trunks then?" James asked.
"Father told me not to trouble you with my bags, so I paid that man over there to take them. There he is with our carriage." When they started off onto the road, James could feel the excitement practically radiating off of Lily.
"I just love these nice rigs, aren't they lovely? Why didn't Adrienne come too?"
"She was afraid of messing up her frizzles." James replied as Lily laughed.
"I can understand that, Adrienne does care about her appearance." James marveled at Lily's carefree way of talking and dressing. She was like an alien from some unknown place, just trying to confuse him further into understanding the female race. Suddenly, James realized he was sitting alone in a moving carriage, with a GIRL. Panicking (a/n: that doesn't look right, help?), he racked his brain for some excuse to sit out in the front with the driver.
"Seems like the man is a tipsy, doesn't it?" Lily said worriedly. "Perhaps we'll get thrown off!"
Perfect.
"Not to worry, I'll go out and keep things in order. Just stay put and you'll be fine." James scrambled out of his seat, and Lily put her hands to her sides as the rig gave an almighty lurch. After ten more minutes of bumps and jolts, the carriage creaked to a stop.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"I've got her!" James's particularly loud voice rang through the mansion. Well, part of it anyway. Adrienne came running down the huge staircase, in a ladylike manner of course, and came to meet Lily.
"Aren't you tired to death, dear? Wouldn't you like to lie down?" Adrienne rambled on and on while leading Lily upstairs and examining everything her friend was wearing.
"Not a bit. I had a wonderful time getting here, except that tipsy coachman, but James took care of him, so I wasn't scared at all." answered Lily.
Adrienne sniffed. "Dear Lily! Don't you realize that James said that only to get away? He can't stand girls."
"Why, I thought he was very pleasant and kind!" said Lily with a surprised expression.
"That just shows how much you don't know. James is the most horrid boy that ever lived!" Lily privately thought to herself that maybe perhaps she should leave the 'horrid' James Potter alone, and changed the conversation to admiring 'Drienne's room.
"How lovely it is! I've always dreamed of sleeping in a bed with curtains and drapes. And just look at you décor!" She exclaimed while taking in her beautiful lavender velvet and silk surroundings.
"I'm glad you like it, but PLEASE don't say such things in front of the other girls!" replied Adrienne, wishing Lily would wear things like the rest of them here in London.
"Why not?"
"They laugh at anything out of the ordinary, and it isn't pleasant." she didn't say odd, or old-fashioned, but Lily new she meant it, and it made her uncomfortable. But Adrienne didn't seem to notice.
"You MUST go to the 'Wizard's & Witch's World Wide Summer School' with me! They teach us all these Muggle and Wizard things that are quite interesting, everyone's going, and Father said you didn't have to worry about the expenses. It doesn't cost much anyway. What do you say?" Adrienne asked
"I suppose I could, they do have music classes, don't they?" Lily said thoughtfully, "Mother wanted me to keep up my music while I'm here."
"They should have them. So you're coming?" Lily nodded "Wonderful!" Adrienne said happily "Then it's settled, Monday I have classes, and you'll come with me. Then we can sign you up and get you registered right away!" Adrienne started telling Lily all about the school, how it was famous around the world (hence, the name) and how a lot of fashionable young ladies attend.
"Where do all of the students come from?" but before Adrienne could answer, someone pushed the door open and ran in, sobbing hysterically.
A/n: okay, I 'lied'. If you can already tell, this story has a really similar plot to one of Louisa May Alcott's novels. But don't worry, it won't be totally like that book, so some of the plot is still mine. All the Harry Potter characters belong to the wonderful, the amazing, the incredible, the brilliant; I could go on and on and on and . . . but I won't; JK Rowling! Byebye!
starr
She didn't look like any of the other girls James had seen with Adrienne. Her red hair was in a simple braid, not like the array of curls, frizz, and such the girls around here wore. Her green eyes, which looked gray in some lights, were bright and cheery, taking in everything about her. "'Drienne never told me she was pretty." muttered James, taking in the sight of the rosy-cheeked damsel in front of him
"This is James, isn't it?" inquired the supposed Miss Lily Evans.
"Yes, how did you know?"
"Oh, Adrienne said you had messy coal-black hair, a thinnish face and knees, and wore a gray cap everywhere you went." explained Lily. She politely refrained from saying that James had a mop of black mess, a skinny body and knobby knees, and wore a dirty old cap that Adrienne had firmly imprinted on her brain.
"So I take it your Miss Lily Evans?"
"Quite so." Lily replied.
"Where are your trunks then?" James asked.
"Father told me not to trouble you with my bags, so I paid that man over there to take them. There he is with our carriage." When they started off onto the road, James could feel the excitement practically radiating off of Lily.
"I just love these nice rigs, aren't they lovely? Why didn't Adrienne come too?"
"She was afraid of messing up her frizzles." James replied as Lily laughed.
"I can understand that, Adrienne does care about her appearance." James marveled at Lily's carefree way of talking and dressing. She was like an alien from some unknown place, just trying to confuse him further into understanding the female race. Suddenly, James realized he was sitting alone in a moving carriage, with a GIRL. Panicking (a/n: that doesn't look right, help?), he racked his brain for some excuse to sit out in the front with the driver.
"Seems like the man is a tipsy, doesn't it?" Lily said worriedly. "Perhaps we'll get thrown off!"
Perfect.
"Not to worry, I'll go out and keep things in order. Just stay put and you'll be fine." James scrambled out of his seat, and Lily put her hands to her sides as the rig gave an almighty lurch. After ten more minutes of bumps and jolts, the carriage creaked to a stop.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"I've got her!" James's particularly loud voice rang through the mansion. Well, part of it anyway. Adrienne came running down the huge staircase, in a ladylike manner of course, and came to meet Lily.
"Aren't you tired to death, dear? Wouldn't you like to lie down?" Adrienne rambled on and on while leading Lily upstairs and examining everything her friend was wearing.
"Not a bit. I had a wonderful time getting here, except that tipsy coachman, but James took care of him, so I wasn't scared at all." answered Lily.
Adrienne sniffed. "Dear Lily! Don't you realize that James said that only to get away? He can't stand girls."
"Why, I thought he was very pleasant and kind!" said Lily with a surprised expression.
"That just shows how much you don't know. James is the most horrid boy that ever lived!" Lily privately thought to herself that maybe perhaps she should leave the 'horrid' James Potter alone, and changed the conversation to admiring 'Drienne's room.
"How lovely it is! I've always dreamed of sleeping in a bed with curtains and drapes. And just look at you décor!" She exclaimed while taking in her beautiful lavender velvet and silk surroundings.
"I'm glad you like it, but PLEASE don't say such things in front of the other girls!" replied Adrienne, wishing Lily would wear things like the rest of them here in London.
"Why not?"
"They laugh at anything out of the ordinary, and it isn't pleasant." she didn't say odd, or old-fashioned, but Lily new she meant it, and it made her uncomfortable. But Adrienne didn't seem to notice.
"You MUST go to the 'Wizard's & Witch's World Wide Summer School' with me! They teach us all these Muggle and Wizard things that are quite interesting, everyone's going, and Father said you didn't have to worry about the expenses. It doesn't cost much anyway. What do you say?" Adrienne asked
"I suppose I could, they do have music classes, don't they?" Lily said thoughtfully, "Mother wanted me to keep up my music while I'm here."
"They should have them. So you're coming?" Lily nodded "Wonderful!" Adrienne said happily "Then it's settled, Monday I have classes, and you'll come with me. Then we can sign you up and get you registered right away!" Adrienne started telling Lily all about the school, how it was famous around the world (hence, the name) and how a lot of fashionable young ladies attend.
"Where do all of the students come from?" but before Adrienne could answer, someone pushed the door open and ran in, sobbing hysterically.
A/n: okay, I 'lied'. If you can already tell, this story has a really similar plot to one of Louisa May Alcott's novels. But don't worry, it won't be totally like that book, so some of the plot is still mine. All the Harry Potter characters belong to the wonderful, the amazing, the incredible, the brilliant; I could go on and on and on and . . . but I won't; JK Rowling! Byebye!
starr