Chapter 5: The Journal
It was two days before Christmas and Lily was worried, she didn't know what about, but she was too worried to sleep. Silently she slipped past her friends' beds and padded down the stairs towards the common room. The fire roared with a flick of her wrist and she settled down in the same couch James had found her sleeping in almost exactly a year ago. Lily smiled at the memory, that night had been sweet, although not much had been said and then the next day James had been simply infuriating. I need to talk to him, Lily said to herself. We need to straighten this whole thing out; it's getting too darn confusing. Like I said before, their relationship was an odd one. Most of the time Lily hated James, but when he smiled at her, she felt her hatred melt and she smiled back. It was an odd relationship, indeed. She lay down on the couch and her head hit something sharp and hard. Curious she grabbed it, from the feel of it; it was a nicely bound leather book. "Lumos!" she said, pointing her wand at it. The first thing she saw was the word JOURNAL in mock gold. "How beautiful," she whispered and opened it. With a gasp she turned page after page, reading the ultimate secrets of the most confusing boy that she knew. One entry in particular threw her off.
December 27th, my third year I told you yesterday about the whole thing between Lily and I two nights ago, right? Well, I hope I did because the whole thing was a complete blunder. It felt just right at the time, but when she smiled at me and ran up to me in the hall, I wasn't so sure. I had to do something, but saying, ".since we're not friends." Ugh, Potter! I swear, you don't know what to say to girls, you really do NOT have a knack in their genre, or whatever! Last year when some cute Hufflepuff asked me to the Masquerade Ball I yelled at her for wanting to go with someone not in her house, and then I ended up going with a Ravenclaw. Of course the Hufflepuff came over and gave me an awful time, not that it wasn't justified or anything. With Lily, though, I'm awfully confused. I want to be nice to her, but for some reason I'm not. It's eleven o' clock, so I guess I better be going to better, good night.
Lily looked up from the book, how odd. He felt exactly the same way she felt about him. Things can change over a year, though, she told herself, so you better read on. Smiling, she read about his infatuation with Elizabeth. Oh funny, that must be why he's so nice to me sometimes, to try and get through to Elizabeth. "Well, now I have something to tease him about," Lily whispered aloud. "If it ever comes out that I read his journal, which I think it might be good if it did."
December 16th, my fourth year Today was one of Lily's and my good days. We had to sit next to each other in Charms and I accidentally made little bubbles come out of Severus Snape's mouth (we have the class with the fourth-year Slytherins). The rest of the class Lily and I were cracking up. I felt good, laughing together. She's so pretty when she laughs, not so much when she's mad. It's funny; in an odd sort of way, when she gets mad at me I imagine a huge dragon blowing fire. Once in awhile I make the mistake of laughing when she's mad and then she gets even madder, and the dragon grows. I wish we could be better friends... Good night.
Again Lily sat back and paused for awhile. Again, she realized, they had the same feelings. They both wanted to be better friends. Smiling, she placed the journal back where she found it and fell asleep.
*I'll add more later!
It was two days before Christmas and Lily was worried, she didn't know what about, but she was too worried to sleep. Silently she slipped past her friends' beds and padded down the stairs towards the common room. The fire roared with a flick of her wrist and she settled down in the same couch James had found her sleeping in almost exactly a year ago. Lily smiled at the memory, that night had been sweet, although not much had been said and then the next day James had been simply infuriating. I need to talk to him, Lily said to herself. We need to straighten this whole thing out; it's getting too darn confusing. Like I said before, their relationship was an odd one. Most of the time Lily hated James, but when he smiled at her, she felt her hatred melt and she smiled back. It was an odd relationship, indeed. She lay down on the couch and her head hit something sharp and hard. Curious she grabbed it, from the feel of it; it was a nicely bound leather book. "Lumos!" she said, pointing her wand at it. The first thing she saw was the word JOURNAL in mock gold. "How beautiful," she whispered and opened it. With a gasp she turned page after page, reading the ultimate secrets of the most confusing boy that she knew. One entry in particular threw her off.
December 27th, my third year I told you yesterday about the whole thing between Lily and I two nights ago, right? Well, I hope I did because the whole thing was a complete blunder. It felt just right at the time, but when she smiled at me and ran up to me in the hall, I wasn't so sure. I had to do something, but saying, ".since we're not friends." Ugh, Potter! I swear, you don't know what to say to girls, you really do NOT have a knack in their genre, or whatever! Last year when some cute Hufflepuff asked me to the Masquerade Ball I yelled at her for wanting to go with someone not in her house, and then I ended up going with a Ravenclaw. Of course the Hufflepuff came over and gave me an awful time, not that it wasn't justified or anything. With Lily, though, I'm awfully confused. I want to be nice to her, but for some reason I'm not. It's eleven o' clock, so I guess I better be going to better, good night.
Lily looked up from the book, how odd. He felt exactly the same way she felt about him. Things can change over a year, though, she told herself, so you better read on. Smiling, she read about his infatuation with Elizabeth. Oh funny, that must be why he's so nice to me sometimes, to try and get through to Elizabeth. "Well, now I have something to tease him about," Lily whispered aloud. "If it ever comes out that I read his journal, which I think it might be good if it did."
December 16th, my fourth year Today was one of Lily's and my good days. We had to sit next to each other in Charms and I accidentally made little bubbles come out of Severus Snape's mouth (we have the class with the fourth-year Slytherins). The rest of the class Lily and I were cracking up. I felt good, laughing together. She's so pretty when she laughs, not so much when she's mad. It's funny; in an odd sort of way, when she gets mad at me I imagine a huge dragon blowing fire. Once in awhile I make the mistake of laughing when she's mad and then she gets even madder, and the dragon grows. I wish we could be better friends... Good night.
Again Lily sat back and paused for awhile. Again, she realized, they had the same feelings. They both wanted to be better friends. Smiling, she placed the journal back where she found it and fell asleep.
*I'll add more later!