"Lily get up! Mum is waiting for you!" Petunia Evans was trying to get her
younger sister, Lily Evans, up out of bed. Petunia had tried everything.
Smacking her with a pillow, squirting some water in her face. But Lily was
a heavy sleeper. Now, Petunia was yelling, causing the dog, who was
standing at the doorway, to tilt his head. "Get up! Mum says you'll be
late!" Lily's eyes finally fluttered open.
"L-l-late for what?" she asked, trying to stifle a yawn, but having no success. Petunia rolled her eyes.
"Duh! You have to go back to that freak place don't you?" This comment caught Lily's attention. She sat up straight in bed. Her long, red, loosely curled hair flying in front of her face.
"Its September 1st?Already?"
"Uh...yeah!" Lily slapped her forehead and groaned.
"Ok. You done woke me up. You can leave now." Petunia rolled her eyes.
"Like I'd want to stay," she mumbled, and walked out, slamming the door behind her. Lily sat there for a minute watching the door, then, as if she were starting a race, she threw the covers aside and scrambled out of bed. She quickly ran to her closet and rummaged through it, trying to find an outfit.
Lily Evans attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and she was going into her 6th year. She was very excited to be going back, but this morning, coming so fast and all, took her completely by surprise. She wanted to go back so bad. Not that she hated it at home, because she didn't. She just didn't have any friends in her neighborhood. The only people she knew and that were her age were James Potter, who lived across the street from her, and Sirius Black who lived right next door to her. She did not like to associate with them.
She found a suitable pair of faded jeans and a nice long sleeved, light blue shirt and sprinted to the bathroom. She didn't have enough time to take a shower, but she was lucky, because she had taken one the previous night.
In the bathroom, she threw hr clothes on, leaving her pajamas on the floor. She put on a little bit of makeup since she didn't need a whole lot. Everyone said she had a pretty face as it was an didn't need to be hiding it with makeup. She ran back to her room, and tugged on her trunk handle, dragging it to the top of the stairs. She pushed it and watched it. It made a dull, but loud clunking noise that drew her mother out of the kitchen
"L-l-late for what?" she asked, trying to stifle a yawn, but having no success. Petunia rolled her eyes.
"Duh! You have to go back to that freak place don't you?" This comment caught Lily's attention. She sat up straight in bed. Her long, red, loosely curled hair flying in front of her face.
"Its September 1st?Already?"
"Uh...yeah!" Lily slapped her forehead and groaned.
"Ok. You done woke me up. You can leave now." Petunia rolled her eyes.
"Like I'd want to stay," she mumbled, and walked out, slamming the door behind her. Lily sat there for a minute watching the door, then, as if she were starting a race, she threw the covers aside and scrambled out of bed. She quickly ran to her closet and rummaged through it, trying to find an outfit.
Lily Evans attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and she was going into her 6th year. She was very excited to be going back, but this morning, coming so fast and all, took her completely by surprise. She wanted to go back so bad. Not that she hated it at home, because she didn't. She just didn't have any friends in her neighborhood. The only people she knew and that were her age were James Potter, who lived across the street from her, and Sirius Black who lived right next door to her. She did not like to associate with them.
She found a suitable pair of faded jeans and a nice long sleeved, light blue shirt and sprinted to the bathroom. She didn't have enough time to take a shower, but she was lucky, because she had taken one the previous night.
In the bathroom, she threw hr clothes on, leaving her pajamas on the floor. She put on a little bit of makeup since she didn't need a whole lot. Everyone said she had a pretty face as it was an didn't need to be hiding it with makeup. She ran back to her room, and tugged on her trunk handle, dragging it to the top of the stairs. She pushed it and watched it. It made a dull, but loud clunking noise that drew her mother out of the kitchen