*********** Of Fessing Up to Best Friends****************
Lily sighed heavily as she brushed her hair a chill night in mid November. She felt so utterly hopeless. What was she to do with these giggly feelings? It didn't help that James had now asked for a tutor in Divination, even though she didn't take that subject even. Any doings in the near vicinity of the H.M.S James was painful for her heart. Sadly enough, she couldn't even remember if she ever thought him less.. Perfect.
"I know what's bothering you"; her best friend Arabella said smiling confidently.
"Really? Please tell me, Ara, 'cause I have absolutely no idea and it's been disturbing me ever since you spilled that "Mindmesser Mix" on me in Potions the other day. What could you possibly have to say about my own life that I don't know already?" Lily said sighing sarcastically dramatic (A/N: or dramatically sarcastic.)
"You're still moping over James."
How could anyone say something about attractions and feelings that confident and offhandedly? Lily's mind whirled. When had she ever mentioned her infatuation? To anyone? And what did she mean 'still'?
"All right, Bella, you just said an entire sentence that is unfamiliar to me. Please explain each fragment carefully. Pretend I am an eight-year old."
"You. Are. Still. Moping. Over. James."
"You can say it slower, or in Troll, but it won't make it any less unexplainable."
"James. You like. Very long time. Still be liking. You no kissed James yet. You sad." Arabella said in a very Asian manner with many hand gestures.
Lily tried desperately to keep a straight face, but after such a long time without telling anyone how she felt, she smiled foolishly and flopped down on her bed. She closed her eyes.
"And what IF I happened to agree to that? Is it really that obvious?"
"First of all, I wish you would have fessed up sooner, but I'll let it go for this time. Secondly, yes, it is a tad bit obvious, but James being the googly-eyed git he is, hasn't noticed as he spends his free time staring at you."
"What do you mean?"
"Er. are you daft? He worships you, practically started a new religion, but he doesn't realise that you might like him back-, which is now confirmed. Note to self: Mission accomplished, E.T.A* Potter Marriage, before 1980."
Lily smiled hopelessly, but then changed her mind and grabbed the nearest pillow and smashed it at her friend's head.
"Sod off; leave a poor girl to dwell in her misery of lack of romance in peace instead of bringing false hopes. Let me dream of my Romeo and sunsets. I wouldn't tease me if I were you."
"See? That's the glory of it! You are NOT me! So I get to tease you all I want.. Okay, I choose "Dirty Minds" for 100 points. Answer: The fluffiest and dream/daydream you've had about him."
Arabella dropped the game-show-host-act, and gently lay down beside Lily on the large bed. "So, give me some information here, you've kept me in the dark for so long. I didn't even have space to wonder in; there was only the mere absence of light."
"Really, did you expect me to guffaw and fawn over him every waking moment to you? You'd hate me---"
"Yes, but there is an in-between thing."
"I s'pose you're right. But you never asked, so I assumed you either didn't know anything, or you didn't want to know anything."
"I was busy-"
"Snogging."
"Yes, but that's beside the point!"
"What's the point again?"
"The point is that you are avoiding my questions. I think. I lost track after the Absence of Light-monologue I had."
"Well. I did dream he took me flying."
"On a broom?"
"Yes, silly, what else would he have taken me on? A magic carpet?"
"Or a dragon." Arabella muttered hopefully. She practically had little pink hearts with wings fluttering about her head.
"Yes, but we're not the same dragon people. It would clash."
"Dragon people", what in Gryffindor's name are you on about?"
"Oh, you know, there are different types of dogs for instance. You like. well, you like cats. Err. Okay, Sirius likes big black dogs, while that Trudy girl in Ravenclaw likes retrievers. I happen to like my Opal-Eye dragons, while James is more of a Welsh Green."
"You're a loony."
"Ah, yes, but a loon in love, mind you."
"That's what scares me."
Hogwarts' male diversity was easy to plot down. As an ironic wives' tale or female heirloom of Gryffindor House, the girls of said house had amusedly designed a lifeline for lost causes (daydreaming and romanced young ladies), who should not be deceived by the wicked ways of the Hogwarts young men. As to ensure the true love and felicity of the ancient line of Gryffindor girls, they had characterized particular traits to each individual House.
Hufflepuffs are boys, slowly moulding into men who think they are ready for the world. Alas, Hufflepuffs are not usually so bright as to KNOW if they are ready or not, and tend to act before they speak. Quite flustering in the end, really, since they kiss you breathless, and leave you before they get their wits about them and realize they maybe should have said SOMETHING to the poor girl with a confused heart. But they always have good intentions, and great looks, which helps.
Slytherins are not boys. The second the Sorting Hat pronounces them the new generation of Slytherin House, they are forced to become young men, obliged to never take anything lightly or assume that things are the way they are just because they seem "true".
Nothing is ever true for a Slytherin, it is a trap proclaimed trustworthy until proven guilty. A trap devised to help only their foe, never themselves. Falsehoods and pretences are therefore their friends, and habitually used.
Not all are cunning, but do not ensnare easily! Affections are not at all highly valued in a Slytherin mind. For in a Slytherin's eye, the heart is quicker than the mind to fault. Slytherins seldom lie straight to your face though, they slink around words effortlessly, and misinterpretations are not their fault.
But albeit they will never realize or admit to himself or anyone else, a Slytherin's love is truer than most others. For only
Truly,
Madly,
Deeply,
can they love a significant other.
Ravenclaw chaps are nice. Genuinely. They know exactly how to obtain affection from anyone they desire, they're really clever that way.
Sometimes aloof, other times caring, they are always in their social element, never holding back anything worthy of saying. Which is a lot. Talking is their trait. This feature is a great gift, and quite infrequently abused. Very articulate if you know what I mean. If you find yourself alone with one dashing Ravenclaw male, he'll knock you off your feet with grand words and faint-provoking comments.
But, where is the passion? They may say and do such heartfelt things, and so warmly meant and given, but hardly ever with passion. Their love is real, and comforting, and maybe obsession is a bad thing, but the fervour of romancing never lingers long with the standard Ravenclaw. And it is a truth universally acknowledged that witches are mad for ardour and devotion in love. No matter what House.
Gryffindor lads are tough to beat.
Lads.
That's what they really are. Too mature to be boys, and never truly a man before after graduation. Well, THAT depends on how you define "a real man", if it's how randy they are in nightly exhibitions before they are fully fledged wizards then they might very often be real men the whole lot of them. These bad boys truly and naively believe that all witches dream of The Knight In Shining Armour. Although some of us do, it does not mean that we are subjects to some massive syndrome of Middle Age Appreciation. It means that girls should use this to their gain, perhaps in sought for a little more than just a snog out of reach from the caretaker's claws.
Pretend to be offended if they are so gallant it unnerves you.
Slip in tasteful comments about certain Prince Charming Traits, and what you think of it. Sure as a cat is afraid of the vacuum cleaner, the next thing they do to (try to) impress you will be suspiciously near the mark of your remark.
Gryffindor boys might be brave and courageous in the face of homework and teachers, but more often than not lack confidence when it comes to girls. Which of course make them behave so utterly charming and convincing.
At the same time, if they set their hearts on something, they don't tire easily. Which indicates how much they actually care for you. And look out Ravenclaws, here troops the source of competition in: Passionate as Gryffindor males are, they also feel an urgent need to display this trait whenever it comes to matters of the heart. Let's not repress these wants now.
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* = Estimated Time Arrival Allrighty then! I'm feeling in a bit of a rush to get this story going, it being about two months until the new Harry Potter release. In other words, all my characters might turn out to be out of character, and we wouldn't want any of that would we? *whispers: say yes! * There are rumours and confirmations that there will be some details about Lily and her life, which might confuddle my own version. Sigh. Now! Get on with it and REVIEW!
Lily sighed heavily as she brushed her hair a chill night in mid November. She felt so utterly hopeless. What was she to do with these giggly feelings? It didn't help that James had now asked for a tutor in Divination, even though she didn't take that subject even. Any doings in the near vicinity of the H.M.S James was painful for her heart. Sadly enough, she couldn't even remember if she ever thought him less.. Perfect.
"I know what's bothering you"; her best friend Arabella said smiling confidently.
"Really? Please tell me, Ara, 'cause I have absolutely no idea and it's been disturbing me ever since you spilled that "Mindmesser Mix" on me in Potions the other day. What could you possibly have to say about my own life that I don't know already?" Lily said sighing sarcastically dramatic (A/N: or dramatically sarcastic.)
"You're still moping over James."
How could anyone say something about attractions and feelings that confident and offhandedly? Lily's mind whirled. When had she ever mentioned her infatuation? To anyone? And what did she mean 'still'?
"All right, Bella, you just said an entire sentence that is unfamiliar to me. Please explain each fragment carefully. Pretend I am an eight-year old."
"You. Are. Still. Moping. Over. James."
"You can say it slower, or in Troll, but it won't make it any less unexplainable."
"James. You like. Very long time. Still be liking. You no kissed James yet. You sad." Arabella said in a very Asian manner with many hand gestures.
Lily tried desperately to keep a straight face, but after such a long time without telling anyone how she felt, she smiled foolishly and flopped down on her bed. She closed her eyes.
"And what IF I happened to agree to that? Is it really that obvious?"
"First of all, I wish you would have fessed up sooner, but I'll let it go for this time. Secondly, yes, it is a tad bit obvious, but James being the googly-eyed git he is, hasn't noticed as he spends his free time staring at you."
"What do you mean?"
"Er. are you daft? He worships you, practically started a new religion, but he doesn't realise that you might like him back-, which is now confirmed. Note to self: Mission accomplished, E.T.A* Potter Marriage, before 1980."
Lily smiled hopelessly, but then changed her mind and grabbed the nearest pillow and smashed it at her friend's head.
"Sod off; leave a poor girl to dwell in her misery of lack of romance in peace instead of bringing false hopes. Let me dream of my Romeo and sunsets. I wouldn't tease me if I were you."
"See? That's the glory of it! You are NOT me! So I get to tease you all I want.. Okay, I choose "Dirty Minds" for 100 points. Answer: The fluffiest and dream/daydream you've had about him."
Arabella dropped the game-show-host-act, and gently lay down beside Lily on the large bed. "So, give me some information here, you've kept me in the dark for so long. I didn't even have space to wonder in; there was only the mere absence of light."
"Really, did you expect me to guffaw and fawn over him every waking moment to you? You'd hate me---"
"Yes, but there is an in-between thing."
"I s'pose you're right. But you never asked, so I assumed you either didn't know anything, or you didn't want to know anything."
"I was busy-"
"Snogging."
"Yes, but that's beside the point!"
"What's the point again?"
"The point is that you are avoiding my questions. I think. I lost track after the Absence of Light-monologue I had."
"Well. I did dream he took me flying."
"On a broom?"
"Yes, silly, what else would he have taken me on? A magic carpet?"
"Or a dragon." Arabella muttered hopefully. She practically had little pink hearts with wings fluttering about her head.
"Yes, but we're not the same dragon people. It would clash."
"Dragon people", what in Gryffindor's name are you on about?"
"Oh, you know, there are different types of dogs for instance. You like. well, you like cats. Err. Okay, Sirius likes big black dogs, while that Trudy girl in Ravenclaw likes retrievers. I happen to like my Opal-Eye dragons, while James is more of a Welsh Green."
"You're a loony."
"Ah, yes, but a loon in love, mind you."
"That's what scares me."
Hogwarts' male diversity was easy to plot down. As an ironic wives' tale or female heirloom of Gryffindor House, the girls of said house had amusedly designed a lifeline for lost causes (daydreaming and romanced young ladies), who should not be deceived by the wicked ways of the Hogwarts young men. As to ensure the true love and felicity of the ancient line of Gryffindor girls, they had characterized particular traits to each individual House.
Hufflepuffs are boys, slowly moulding into men who think they are ready for the world. Alas, Hufflepuffs are not usually so bright as to KNOW if they are ready or not, and tend to act before they speak. Quite flustering in the end, really, since they kiss you breathless, and leave you before they get their wits about them and realize they maybe should have said SOMETHING to the poor girl with a confused heart. But they always have good intentions, and great looks, which helps.
Slytherins are not boys. The second the Sorting Hat pronounces them the new generation of Slytherin House, they are forced to become young men, obliged to never take anything lightly or assume that things are the way they are just because they seem "true".
Nothing is ever true for a Slytherin, it is a trap proclaimed trustworthy until proven guilty. A trap devised to help only their foe, never themselves. Falsehoods and pretences are therefore their friends, and habitually used.
Not all are cunning, but do not ensnare easily! Affections are not at all highly valued in a Slytherin mind. For in a Slytherin's eye, the heart is quicker than the mind to fault. Slytherins seldom lie straight to your face though, they slink around words effortlessly, and misinterpretations are not their fault.
But albeit they will never realize or admit to himself or anyone else, a Slytherin's love is truer than most others. For only
Truly,
Madly,
Deeply,
can they love a significant other.
Ravenclaw chaps are nice. Genuinely. They know exactly how to obtain affection from anyone they desire, they're really clever that way.
Sometimes aloof, other times caring, they are always in their social element, never holding back anything worthy of saying. Which is a lot. Talking is their trait. This feature is a great gift, and quite infrequently abused. Very articulate if you know what I mean. If you find yourself alone with one dashing Ravenclaw male, he'll knock you off your feet with grand words and faint-provoking comments.
But, where is the passion? They may say and do such heartfelt things, and so warmly meant and given, but hardly ever with passion. Their love is real, and comforting, and maybe obsession is a bad thing, but the fervour of romancing never lingers long with the standard Ravenclaw. And it is a truth universally acknowledged that witches are mad for ardour and devotion in love. No matter what House.
Gryffindor lads are tough to beat.
Lads.
That's what they really are. Too mature to be boys, and never truly a man before after graduation. Well, THAT depends on how you define "a real man", if it's how randy they are in nightly exhibitions before they are fully fledged wizards then they might very often be real men the whole lot of them. These bad boys truly and naively believe that all witches dream of The Knight In Shining Armour. Although some of us do, it does not mean that we are subjects to some massive syndrome of Middle Age Appreciation. It means that girls should use this to their gain, perhaps in sought for a little more than just a snog out of reach from the caretaker's claws.
Pretend to be offended if they are so gallant it unnerves you.
Slip in tasteful comments about certain Prince Charming Traits, and what you think of it. Sure as a cat is afraid of the vacuum cleaner, the next thing they do to (try to) impress you will be suspiciously near the mark of your remark.
Gryffindor boys might be brave and courageous in the face of homework and teachers, but more often than not lack confidence when it comes to girls. Which of course make them behave so utterly charming and convincing.
At the same time, if they set their hearts on something, they don't tire easily. Which indicates how much they actually care for you. And look out Ravenclaws, here troops the source of competition in: Passionate as Gryffindor males are, they also feel an urgent need to display this trait whenever it comes to matters of the heart. Let's not repress these wants now.
***
* = Estimated Time Arrival Allrighty then! I'm feeling in a bit of a rush to get this story going, it being about two months until the new Harry Potter release. In other words, all my characters might turn out to be out of character, and we wouldn't want any of that would we? *whispers: say yes! * There are rumours and confirmations that there will be some details about Lily and her life, which might confuddle my own version. Sigh. Now! Get on with it and REVIEW!