Breaking a Promise
Prologue
Lily Marie Evans sat chatting in the transfiguration classroom with her newly found friend Anne Meredith, waiting for class to begin. But Lily, being the always annoyingly ahead of schedule Lily, would have to sit on the hard wooden bench anxiously staring at the door for another thirty-one minutes, twenty-three seconds, and three milliseconds. Oh, that's another thing, Lily Evans is ALWAYS perfectly precise.
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Lily checked her watch and sighed. Exactly ten more minutes. How can Anne keep on talking like that and not get bored? At least now there were people coming in to keep her occupied.
". . . so anyway, you have to watch out for Grosmoore, the potions teacher, he'll use any excuse to take points off or give you detention. Never be late to his class."
"Mmm. . ." I'll never be late, but I'll keep that in mind. A pretty girl with long, black hair pulled up in a neat bun walked through the door. Lily would later find out that the girl's name was Laura, and they would become great friends.
Someone suddenly poked her hard in the back. Lily ignored it, thinking it was by accident.
Poke.
Lily stayed still, calming herself. Rudeness was something Lily couldn't tolerate.
Poke, a pause, POKE.
Then it came.
"Carrots. . . hey CARROTS!" This was the final straw. Not only did this rude person give her a number of bruises; the person DARED to tease Lily about her hair. No one got away with that. Even though some might think Lily's thick red corkscrews were pretty, Lily simply detested them.
Whipping out her wand, the black-haired and brown-eyed culprit suddenly sprouted tentacles as the three boys seated next to him roared with laughter. Lily turned back around, satisfied.
"AHEM." nine-thirty AM, class time.
Damn.
"Miss. . . Evans, is it? You will receive detention for attacking student James Potter. See me after class."
Lily slowly sat down, cheeks burning, and fiercely made a promise that she knew she would keep.
I HATE James Potter, nothing will EVER change that.
A/n: Well? How about it? Good, bad, okay? I want to hear (actually, read) your opinions! R&R please!
Prologue
Lily Marie Evans sat chatting in the transfiguration classroom with her newly found friend Anne Meredith, waiting for class to begin. But Lily, being the always annoyingly ahead of schedule Lily, would have to sit on the hard wooden bench anxiously staring at the door for another thirty-one minutes, twenty-three seconds, and three milliseconds. Oh, that's another thing, Lily Evans is ALWAYS perfectly precise.
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Lily checked her watch and sighed. Exactly ten more minutes. How can Anne keep on talking like that and not get bored? At least now there were people coming in to keep her occupied.
". . . so anyway, you have to watch out for Grosmoore, the potions teacher, he'll use any excuse to take points off or give you detention. Never be late to his class."
"Mmm. . ." I'll never be late, but I'll keep that in mind. A pretty girl with long, black hair pulled up in a neat bun walked through the door. Lily would later find out that the girl's name was Laura, and they would become great friends.
Someone suddenly poked her hard in the back. Lily ignored it, thinking it was by accident.
Poke.
Lily stayed still, calming herself. Rudeness was something Lily couldn't tolerate.
Poke, a pause, POKE.
Then it came.
"Carrots. . . hey CARROTS!" This was the final straw. Not only did this rude person give her a number of bruises; the person DARED to tease Lily about her hair. No one got away with that. Even though some might think Lily's thick red corkscrews were pretty, Lily simply detested them.
Whipping out her wand, the black-haired and brown-eyed culprit suddenly sprouted tentacles as the three boys seated next to him roared with laughter. Lily turned back around, satisfied.
"AHEM." nine-thirty AM, class time.
Damn.
"Miss. . . Evans, is it? You will receive detention for attacking student James Potter. See me after class."
Lily slowly sat down, cheeks burning, and fiercely made a promise that she knew she would keep.
I HATE James Potter, nothing will EVER change that.
A/n: Well? How about it? Good, bad, okay? I want to hear (actually, read) your opinions! R&R please!