Night Star
Disclaimer: see previous chapters
Night Star
Lily ran a hand through her tousled hair nervously, it was the last scene of the first act, and it was her first song. She watched as the scene preceding hers ended, and she quickly made her way on stage.
A cleared area had been decorated like the dungeons, and a few desks and chairs had been scattered around. Lily seated herself on a chair, and waited for the curtain to open. When it did, the actor playing the Potions teacher who looked remarkably like a souped-up version of their own professor swept in. The professor shuffled to the center of the room, accurately imitating Professor Crabb. When the laughter dies down, the professor asked gruffly, "Where Riler?"
"Late, Professor," Serene answered lazily. The professor rolled his eyes in an exaggerated manner, and said, "Well, You tell him to help you scrub the floor when he gets here."
Then her grinned evilly, and brandished a mop, "With this."
Serene snorted scornfully to herself. Big deal. She was a muggle after all.
The professor swept out again, and Tim came in. She picked up the mop and wrung the cold water out of it. Beginning to clean the grimy floor, Tim watched in fascination, as she scrubbed at the cold stone. "What are you doing?" he asked curiously.
She glared, "Cleaning."
He sat back in his chair, "Oh." Taking out his wand, he magically cleaned the floor to become shiny clean stone. "There," he said triumphantly. Serene gave him a sour look and sat down, trying to warm her cold hands.
His features softening, he took her hands in his and rubbed them in between his, warming her frigid hands. She relaxed after a moment, saying softly, "The water was cold."
He stopped rubbing for a moment to glance up at her, "Why do you wear these gloves all the time anyway?"
"To keep slime from people like you off of my hands," she returned snidely.
He chuckled, "Ouch," and resumed rubbing, looking up every now and then. Their gazes met, and his head drew closer to hers. Realizing what was happening, she pulled away violently, breath coming fast. He gave her a knowing smile, "You love me."
She forced a laugh, "Yeah. Right."
He continued to smile, "You do. I know you do. You want me at least. I know, I feel the same way."
She crossed her arms defiantly, "As if."
Tim shot her a Look, and began to sing to her back.
She loves me, she loves me not
She loves me, she loves me not
She loves me, she loves me, she loves me
The lady loves me and it shows
In spite of the way she turns up her nose
I'm her ideal, her hearts desire
Under that ice she's burning like fire
She'd like to cuddle up to me
She's playing hard to get
The lady loves me, but she doesn't know it yet
Serene shot him a skeptical look and launched into her own verse.
The gentleman has savoir-faire
As much as an elephant or a bear
I'd like to take him for a spin
Back to the zoo to visit his kin
He's got about as much appeal as a soggy cigarette
The lady loathes him but he doesn't know it yet
Tim winked at her and continued:
The lady's got a crush on me
Serene snorted and returned:
The gentleman's crazy obviously
.
The lady's dying to be kissed
She gave him and the audience a sweet look and sang,
The gentleman needs a psychiatrist
I'd rather kiss a rattlesnake
Or play Russian roulette
He cut in,
The lady loves me, but she doesn't know it yet She's falling fast she's on the skids
She gave an exaggerated snort, and continued,
Both of his heads are flipping their lids
He spread his arms to her,
Tonight she'll hold me in her arms
She shot him a 'yeah right' look that the school knew so well,
I'd rather be holding hydrogen bombs
Will someone tell this Romeo
I'm not his Juliet
He persisted,
The lady loves me, but she doesn't know it yet
She wants me
Like poison ivy
Needs me
She pantomimed shooting herself,
Like a hole in the head
Everyone can see she's got it bad
He's mad!
The gentleman is an egotist
I'm simply aware I'm hard to resist
He's one man I could learn to hate
How's about having dinner at eight
Frustrated, she sang louder and assumed a 'you are wasting my time' air,
I'd rather dine with Frankenstein
In a moonlight tete-a-tete
The lady loves me, but she doesn't know it yet
Oh yes she loves me
She stuck a thumb to point back to her singing partner, singing out to the audience,
Dig that shrinking violet
Oh she really loves me
Here's one gal you'll never get
She lo- lo- loves me
Would you like to make a bet?
I said the lady loves me
She got a sneaky look and the bucket of freezing water slowly started to levitate, quietly coming to a stop over his head. She gave a quick flick of her wand, and,
The gentleman's all wet!
Soaked, Tim rushed at her with a wet fury. She laughed and dashed off- stage. A moment later though, she peeked out again, and gave the audience a knowing wink. The audience clapped as the curtain closed on the first act, and Lily hurried to change.
Along the way, she congratulated her cast on their splendid performance, and she sat at one of the many vanity mirrors, to get ready for the second act, the one in which she had very little part. She let her hair down and quickly brushed it out. Pinning her dress behind her, she applied a light grey tone of eye shadow and re-applied her lip gloss. Done. She sat back and watched Sara admire herself in the mirror, wearing the dress she had so carefully designed. It had brought her green eyes beautifully, her auburn hair looking as if it was aflame. She knew. James had told her so, the first time she wore that dress.
Sara's eyes were grey, she reflected. Only the lightest trace of green, and her hair was more of an orangey color, most unlike Lily's own dark red. How could she have thought that they looked so alike? Sara's skin was smooth and free from imperfections, while Lily had a light dusting of cinnamon colored freckles. James had always said he loved her freckles. She closed her eyes and lay back in her seat to relax, to remove these thoughts from her mind.
She sat up suddenly when she felt a pair of warm hands massage her shoulders. She could tell they were James's. How many time had she traced to outline of his hands, trying to memorize every line, every curve? The memory of his hands rubbing her own on stage came back, and it felt as if it was years ago when he'd last held her hands, when he'd hugged her, to be there. No. He was always there, always tugging at a corner of her mind. He was there. Perhaps not in body, but a bit of his soul, the bits she loved most about him were there. They would always be. Immortalized in her heart.
She opened her eyes and stared into his eyes, her doll-like expression making her look like a child. She held his hand tightly, the way he'd held hers for the first time, and asked softly, "We'll always be friends, right James?"
He nodded, but in their hearts they knew they wanted to be something more. He could see the remnants of hurt in her eyes, and knew she could see his. He squeezed her hand lightly, in what room her tight grip provided, and answered, "Always Lily dearest, always."
Her green eyes were still shadowed with the lightest trace of doubt. "Promise?"
He smiled at her, "What do I have to do to let you see? You know I love you Lily, nothing will ever change that."
"Show me."
He sighed and wrapped her up in his arms, careful not to touch her skin, and cringed when she noticed. He hummed a bit then started to sing quietly.
All that I am or ever hope to be
Lies in your hands
You are my destiny
When you are in my arms, I rule the world
And when we're far apart, how cruel the world
All that I want is to be near to you
To spend my life making it clear to you
You are my heart, my soul, my dream come true
All that I am, I am because of you
All that I want is to be near to you
To spend my life making it clear to you
You are my heart, my soul, my dream come true
All that I am, I am because of you
Because of you
Because of you
He finished by letting her head rest on his shoulder, and he kissed her gloved hand. "That was beautiful," Lily whispered softly, for it seemed that in such a situation, one could only whisper.
Suddenly, a loud yell of, "5 minutes!" broke their silence. For once, the lack of time did not stir Lily. She smiled at him while fixing her hair, and got up to leave, "I'll see you after the show."
He nodded and tried to stem the flood of emotions he was feeling. At least we're still friends, he tried to convince himself, I can deal with that. It's enough for me. Right? He gave no answer.
A/N: The two songs in this chapter are by Elvis Presley, but I don't know the recording company or anything. Either way, I don't own anything in this story of worth. R/R!
Disclaimer: see previous chapters
Night Star
Lily ran a hand through her tousled hair nervously, it was the last scene of the first act, and it was her first song. She watched as the scene preceding hers ended, and she quickly made her way on stage.
A cleared area had been decorated like the dungeons, and a few desks and chairs had been scattered around. Lily seated herself on a chair, and waited for the curtain to open. When it did, the actor playing the Potions teacher who looked remarkably like a souped-up version of their own professor swept in. The professor shuffled to the center of the room, accurately imitating Professor Crabb. When the laughter dies down, the professor asked gruffly, "Where Riler?"
"Late, Professor," Serene answered lazily. The professor rolled his eyes in an exaggerated manner, and said, "Well, You tell him to help you scrub the floor when he gets here."
Then her grinned evilly, and brandished a mop, "With this."
Serene snorted scornfully to herself. Big deal. She was a muggle after all.
The professor swept out again, and Tim came in. She picked up the mop and wrung the cold water out of it. Beginning to clean the grimy floor, Tim watched in fascination, as she scrubbed at the cold stone. "What are you doing?" he asked curiously.
She glared, "Cleaning."
He sat back in his chair, "Oh." Taking out his wand, he magically cleaned the floor to become shiny clean stone. "There," he said triumphantly. Serene gave him a sour look and sat down, trying to warm her cold hands.
His features softening, he took her hands in his and rubbed them in between his, warming her frigid hands. She relaxed after a moment, saying softly, "The water was cold."
He stopped rubbing for a moment to glance up at her, "Why do you wear these gloves all the time anyway?"
"To keep slime from people like you off of my hands," she returned snidely.
He chuckled, "Ouch," and resumed rubbing, looking up every now and then. Their gazes met, and his head drew closer to hers. Realizing what was happening, she pulled away violently, breath coming fast. He gave her a knowing smile, "You love me."
She forced a laugh, "Yeah. Right."
He continued to smile, "You do. I know you do. You want me at least. I know, I feel the same way."
She crossed her arms defiantly, "As if."
Tim shot her a Look, and began to sing to her back.
She loves me, she loves me not
She loves me, she loves me not
She loves me, she loves me, she loves me
The lady loves me and it shows
In spite of the way she turns up her nose
I'm her ideal, her hearts desire
Under that ice she's burning like fire
She'd like to cuddle up to me
She's playing hard to get
The lady loves me, but she doesn't know it yet
Serene shot him a skeptical look and launched into her own verse.
The gentleman has savoir-faire
As much as an elephant or a bear
I'd like to take him for a spin
Back to the zoo to visit his kin
He's got about as much appeal as a soggy cigarette
The lady loathes him but he doesn't know it yet
Tim winked at her and continued:
The lady's got a crush on me
Serene snorted and returned:
The gentleman's crazy obviously
.
The lady's dying to be kissed
She gave him and the audience a sweet look and sang,
The gentleman needs a psychiatrist
I'd rather kiss a rattlesnake
Or play Russian roulette
He cut in,
The lady loves me, but she doesn't know it yet She's falling fast she's on the skids
She gave an exaggerated snort, and continued,
Both of his heads are flipping their lids
He spread his arms to her,
Tonight she'll hold me in her arms
She shot him a 'yeah right' look that the school knew so well,
I'd rather be holding hydrogen bombs
Will someone tell this Romeo
I'm not his Juliet
He persisted,
The lady loves me, but she doesn't know it yet
She wants me
Like poison ivy
Needs me
She pantomimed shooting herself,
Like a hole in the head
Everyone can see she's got it bad
He's mad!
The gentleman is an egotist
I'm simply aware I'm hard to resist
He's one man I could learn to hate
How's about having dinner at eight
Frustrated, she sang louder and assumed a 'you are wasting my time' air,
I'd rather dine with Frankenstein
In a moonlight tete-a-tete
The lady loves me, but she doesn't know it yet
Oh yes she loves me
She stuck a thumb to point back to her singing partner, singing out to the audience,
Dig that shrinking violet
Oh she really loves me
Here's one gal you'll never get
She lo- lo- loves me
Would you like to make a bet?
I said the lady loves me
She got a sneaky look and the bucket of freezing water slowly started to levitate, quietly coming to a stop over his head. She gave a quick flick of her wand, and,
The gentleman's all wet!
Soaked, Tim rushed at her with a wet fury. She laughed and dashed off- stage. A moment later though, she peeked out again, and gave the audience a knowing wink. The audience clapped as the curtain closed on the first act, and Lily hurried to change.
Along the way, she congratulated her cast on their splendid performance, and she sat at one of the many vanity mirrors, to get ready for the second act, the one in which she had very little part. She let her hair down and quickly brushed it out. Pinning her dress behind her, she applied a light grey tone of eye shadow and re-applied her lip gloss. Done. She sat back and watched Sara admire herself in the mirror, wearing the dress she had so carefully designed. It had brought her green eyes beautifully, her auburn hair looking as if it was aflame. She knew. James had told her so, the first time she wore that dress.
Sara's eyes were grey, she reflected. Only the lightest trace of green, and her hair was more of an orangey color, most unlike Lily's own dark red. How could she have thought that they looked so alike? Sara's skin was smooth and free from imperfections, while Lily had a light dusting of cinnamon colored freckles. James had always said he loved her freckles. She closed her eyes and lay back in her seat to relax, to remove these thoughts from her mind.
She sat up suddenly when she felt a pair of warm hands massage her shoulders. She could tell they were James's. How many time had she traced to outline of his hands, trying to memorize every line, every curve? The memory of his hands rubbing her own on stage came back, and it felt as if it was years ago when he'd last held her hands, when he'd hugged her, to be there. No. He was always there, always tugging at a corner of her mind. He was there. Perhaps not in body, but a bit of his soul, the bits she loved most about him were there. They would always be. Immortalized in her heart.
She opened her eyes and stared into his eyes, her doll-like expression making her look like a child. She held his hand tightly, the way he'd held hers for the first time, and asked softly, "We'll always be friends, right James?"
He nodded, but in their hearts they knew they wanted to be something more. He could see the remnants of hurt in her eyes, and knew she could see his. He squeezed her hand lightly, in what room her tight grip provided, and answered, "Always Lily dearest, always."
Her green eyes were still shadowed with the lightest trace of doubt. "Promise?"
He smiled at her, "What do I have to do to let you see? You know I love you Lily, nothing will ever change that."
"Show me."
He sighed and wrapped her up in his arms, careful not to touch her skin, and cringed when she noticed. He hummed a bit then started to sing quietly.
All that I am or ever hope to be
Lies in your hands
You are my destiny
When you are in my arms, I rule the world
And when we're far apart, how cruel the world
All that I want is to be near to you
To spend my life making it clear to you
You are my heart, my soul, my dream come true
All that I am, I am because of you
All that I want is to be near to you
To spend my life making it clear to you
You are my heart, my soul, my dream come true
All that I am, I am because of you
Because of you
Because of you
He finished by letting her head rest on his shoulder, and he kissed her gloved hand. "That was beautiful," Lily whispered softly, for it seemed that in such a situation, one could only whisper.
Suddenly, a loud yell of, "5 minutes!" broke their silence. For once, the lack of time did not stir Lily. She smiled at him while fixing her hair, and got up to leave, "I'll see you after the show."
He nodded and tried to stem the flood of emotions he was feeling. At least we're still friends, he tried to convince himself, I can deal with that. It's enough for me. Right? He gave no answer.
A/N: The two songs in this chapter are by Elvis Presley, but I don't know the recording company or anything. Either way, I don't own anything in this story of worth. R/R!