A/N: YAY! DracosDramaQueen's turn to write a chapter. Most of this was
written at roughly 11:30 at night on various days, so bear with me.
"Ms. Evans," the voice cut irately across Lily's daydreams. Her head snapped to attention, not when Professor Zimmermann chided her, but when the Hufflepuffs around her sniggered appreciatively. She glowered at one Gilderoy Lockhart, a good-looking, talent less boy that Lily particularly hated. He blew her a kiss, and before she could retaliate, Professor Zimmermann resumed control of the class.
"This aging potion is usually used for impractical, or even iimmature/i instances." The potions professor cast an amused eye over Lucius, who stared defiantly back. His and Severus's adventures were a great joke at Hogwarts. Never to their faces, of course.
"However, the aging potion is easy to make and easy to detect if the latter is perfected. So please take you notes out from chapter three." Lily let her thoughts wander, subconsciously scribbling a note down now and then. She finally settled on an unsettling subject: James Potter and his posse of Gryffindors. Lily grimaced at the thought of it.
James was gathering more and more followers, and not just females, either. His popularity was almost as inflamed as his ego. There were even, (though it caused Lily deepest shame), iSlytherin/i girls that swooned over the arrogant Gryffindor. Mostly first and second years, Slytherins Lily and iheri group hadn't gotten hold of yet.
At this thought Lily allowed herself a fierce grin. However powerful James was, Lily's friends would always be there. And at the head of the powerful Slytherins was a powerful queen, a one Lily Evans. And she knew it, too.
A screech jolted Lily painfully back to the dungeons. A bluncdering Hufflepuff had managed to set her hair on fire. Lily clutched Claire forr support, chest heaving with bouts of laughter that filled the room and mingled with the other Slytherins'. On her right, Clair was giggling with her boyfriend and Kate was pounding the table with mirth on her left.
Irritated, Professor Zimmermann doused the flames atop the weeping Hufflepuff's head, setting off several large bangs to calm the frantic Hufflepuffs and quiet the laughing Slytherins. Arms akimbo, she advanced on the poor girl, who was still sobbing hysterically and batting at her head.
"That's enough, Miss Starr. I said, that's ienough/i!" she caught the girl's arm, and the Hufflepuff stopped at once, sniffling. Lily stifled another spurt of giggling; Christina Starr's once blonde hair was completely black. One side was just above the shoulder and in uneven, jagged lines. The other had burned almost to the scalp, leaving her looking like some animal had attacked her head. she caught the girl's arm, and the Hufflepuff stopped at once, sniffling. Lily stifled another spurt of giggling; Christina Starr's once blonde hair was completely black. One side was just above the shoulder and in uneven, jagged lines. The other had burned almost to the scalp, leaving her looking like some animal had attacked her head. Picturing a rabid monkey clawing the blonde locks away was too much for Lily, she let out a derisive snort.
The already annoyed Professor advanced on Lily. Her nostrils flared dangerously, and she pointed her wand directly at Lily's nose, making the girl go cross-eyed in attempt to see the point.
"Take Miss Starr to the hospital wing. Now. Go." Lily mouthed wordlessly at the Professor. This was worse than detention! Being caught in public with a Hufflepuff that wasn't a male vying for Lily's affection. it was almost too much to bare.
"I said inow/i, Miss Evans." Lily forced a smile at the angry Professor and shot a look of venom toward Christina. At their retreating backs, Professor Zimmermann yelled in an all too sarcastic voice "and hurry!"
Lily idid/i hurry up the steps, keeping way ahead of the gasping Christina. She cursed the school for having so many staircases and so many rooms and so much goddammed ispace/i. The Hufflepuff sniffled and called out:
"Would you mind slowing down? I honestly don't think Professor Zimmermann will care if you're a little late." Slowly, Lily turned, glared at Christina, and sped up.
Rounding a corner, she hit something solid and fell down in a heap. In a reflex she whipped out her wand and cursed the air in front of her (which, from her position on her back, was the ceiling). The curse rebounded as it hit the stone, and Lily barely had time to roll out of its way as the stream of purple sparks rocketed down and was absorbed by the carpet. Breathing heavily, she assessed her body parts: all unhurt, if a little bruised.
Lily heard a groan and immediately got up, wand at the ready. Squinting down the hallway, she saw and heard nothing, except the approaching footsteps of Christina. Glowering at first the empty corridor and then the now-present Hufflepuff, Lily growled and continued down the hall, wand out.
James lay motionless, willing the throb in his head way. It ached fiercely, even though it was somewhat cushioned by the carpet beneath him. Inch by inch he lifted himself, checked the hallway, and, certain no one was there, stood. His invisibility cloak slid off him, he let it lie there as the corridor spun.
Satisfied the ground beneath him was solid, he reached up toward the painting next to him. It was a still-life, a basket of fruit.
Another fit of dizziness overtook James, and he clutched his head in agony. He looked up at the inviting pear, scowled, and knew he had to go to the Hospital wing for headache medicine.
He made his way across the empty hallway, mercifully silent because everyone but the fifth-year Gryffindors were in class right now. To spoil the mood, however, Lily Evans rounded the corner with a furious look on her face. The corridor was narrow, and their shoulders brushed slightly as they passed. Lily pulled away, appalled. James, head too hurt to think up a jibe, just grumbled and went on his way.
Lily flounced down the hallway in a rage. Her encounter with James, however brief, did nothing to improve her mood. So preoccupied was her mind that in the isame/i spot she had fallen before, she now tripped.
Throwing her hands out, she looked at what had entangled her feet. It was long and silvery, and with a jolt Lily realized it was an invisibility cloak. Brushing herself off, she picked the cloak up. Running the fluid material through her hands, a slow smile of understanding crept across Lily's face.
A/N: Who loves cliffies? I sure do! *cheers wildly, realizes no one is clapping along, and quiets* Well, you'll just have to wait for BlondieChild's third chapter. don't come after ime/i if she doesn't update fast enough.
"Ms. Evans," the voice cut irately across Lily's daydreams. Her head snapped to attention, not when Professor Zimmermann chided her, but when the Hufflepuffs around her sniggered appreciatively. She glowered at one Gilderoy Lockhart, a good-looking, talent less boy that Lily particularly hated. He blew her a kiss, and before she could retaliate, Professor Zimmermann resumed control of the class.
"This aging potion is usually used for impractical, or even iimmature/i instances." The potions professor cast an amused eye over Lucius, who stared defiantly back. His and Severus's adventures were a great joke at Hogwarts. Never to their faces, of course.
"However, the aging potion is easy to make and easy to detect if the latter is perfected. So please take you notes out from chapter three." Lily let her thoughts wander, subconsciously scribbling a note down now and then. She finally settled on an unsettling subject: James Potter and his posse of Gryffindors. Lily grimaced at the thought of it.
James was gathering more and more followers, and not just females, either. His popularity was almost as inflamed as his ego. There were even, (though it caused Lily deepest shame), iSlytherin/i girls that swooned over the arrogant Gryffindor. Mostly first and second years, Slytherins Lily and iheri group hadn't gotten hold of yet.
At this thought Lily allowed herself a fierce grin. However powerful James was, Lily's friends would always be there. And at the head of the powerful Slytherins was a powerful queen, a one Lily Evans. And she knew it, too.
A screech jolted Lily painfully back to the dungeons. A bluncdering Hufflepuff had managed to set her hair on fire. Lily clutched Claire forr support, chest heaving with bouts of laughter that filled the room and mingled with the other Slytherins'. On her right, Clair was giggling with her boyfriend and Kate was pounding the table with mirth on her left.
Irritated, Professor Zimmermann doused the flames atop the weeping Hufflepuff's head, setting off several large bangs to calm the frantic Hufflepuffs and quiet the laughing Slytherins. Arms akimbo, she advanced on the poor girl, who was still sobbing hysterically and batting at her head.
"That's enough, Miss Starr. I said, that's ienough/i!" she caught the girl's arm, and the Hufflepuff stopped at once, sniffling. Lily stifled another spurt of giggling; Christina Starr's once blonde hair was completely black. One side was just above the shoulder and in uneven, jagged lines. The other had burned almost to the scalp, leaving her looking like some animal had attacked her head. she caught the girl's arm, and the Hufflepuff stopped at once, sniffling. Lily stifled another spurt of giggling; Christina Starr's once blonde hair was completely black. One side was just above the shoulder and in uneven, jagged lines. The other had burned almost to the scalp, leaving her looking like some animal had attacked her head. Picturing a rabid monkey clawing the blonde locks away was too much for Lily, she let out a derisive snort.
The already annoyed Professor advanced on Lily. Her nostrils flared dangerously, and she pointed her wand directly at Lily's nose, making the girl go cross-eyed in attempt to see the point.
"Take Miss Starr to the hospital wing. Now. Go." Lily mouthed wordlessly at the Professor. This was worse than detention! Being caught in public with a Hufflepuff that wasn't a male vying for Lily's affection. it was almost too much to bare.
"I said inow/i, Miss Evans." Lily forced a smile at the angry Professor and shot a look of venom toward Christina. At their retreating backs, Professor Zimmermann yelled in an all too sarcastic voice "and hurry!"
Lily idid/i hurry up the steps, keeping way ahead of the gasping Christina. She cursed the school for having so many staircases and so many rooms and so much goddammed ispace/i. The Hufflepuff sniffled and called out:
"Would you mind slowing down? I honestly don't think Professor Zimmermann will care if you're a little late." Slowly, Lily turned, glared at Christina, and sped up.
Rounding a corner, she hit something solid and fell down in a heap. In a reflex she whipped out her wand and cursed the air in front of her (which, from her position on her back, was the ceiling). The curse rebounded as it hit the stone, and Lily barely had time to roll out of its way as the stream of purple sparks rocketed down and was absorbed by the carpet. Breathing heavily, she assessed her body parts: all unhurt, if a little bruised.
Lily heard a groan and immediately got up, wand at the ready. Squinting down the hallway, she saw and heard nothing, except the approaching footsteps of Christina. Glowering at first the empty corridor and then the now-present Hufflepuff, Lily growled and continued down the hall, wand out.
James lay motionless, willing the throb in his head way. It ached fiercely, even though it was somewhat cushioned by the carpet beneath him. Inch by inch he lifted himself, checked the hallway, and, certain no one was there, stood. His invisibility cloak slid off him, he let it lie there as the corridor spun.
Satisfied the ground beneath him was solid, he reached up toward the painting next to him. It was a still-life, a basket of fruit.
Another fit of dizziness overtook James, and he clutched his head in agony. He looked up at the inviting pear, scowled, and knew he had to go to the Hospital wing for headache medicine.
He made his way across the empty hallway, mercifully silent because everyone but the fifth-year Gryffindors were in class right now. To spoil the mood, however, Lily Evans rounded the corner with a furious look on her face. The corridor was narrow, and their shoulders brushed slightly as they passed. Lily pulled away, appalled. James, head too hurt to think up a jibe, just grumbled and went on his way.
Lily flounced down the hallway in a rage. Her encounter with James, however brief, did nothing to improve her mood. So preoccupied was her mind that in the isame/i spot she had fallen before, she now tripped.
Throwing her hands out, she looked at what had entangled her feet. It was long and silvery, and with a jolt Lily realized it was an invisibility cloak. Brushing herself off, she picked the cloak up. Running the fluid material through her hands, a slow smile of understanding crept across Lily's face.
A/N: Who loves cliffies? I sure do! *cheers wildly, realizes no one is clapping along, and quiets* Well, you'll just have to wait for BlondieChild's third chapter. don't come after ime/i if she doesn't update fast enough.