Lily sighed, and fell back onto the bed. This wasn't going to be
easy. What was the old man talking about, a witch? The thought had never
really occurred to her...perhaps it was true? It would make sense, with all
the strange things that happened to her.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. She sighed and stood up. The door swung open revealing the guy in the station, tall with messy hair. She almost gasped, just catching herself. He must be a wizard then. He seemed to have noticed her open mouth, and chuckled slightly.
"James Potter, at your service." He gave a little bow, a twinkle in his eyes. She looked at him, not sure how to react, her mouth still open. A minute passed. "I hear it's quite effective to catch flies that way." He commented, causing her to blush and close her mouth quickly.
She glared at him and then strode out the door, slightly pissed at his mocking. She turned left, the boy still laughing behind her. He ran up next to her. "So why did you run from us in the station?" A few moments passed, "Are you sick or something? I mean, you did faint on the train," a few more minutes passed. "So do you talk at all?" he glanced at her, a smile tugging on his mouth.
"No asshole, I'm a freakin' deaf-mute. Of course I talk." She snapped. Damn this guy was annoying.
He stopped, surprised at her lack of warmth. Most girls fell at his feet. "Well, excuuuuse me. Who woke up on the wrong side of the bed THIS morning?" James retorted.
"Well, not me Potter. Who got the huge stick up his ass this morning?" James looked at her for a moment, before turning away
"Fine, find your own way to your bed tonight. Bitch..." He muttered under his breath, stopping. The silence was tense as Lily stopped and turned to face him.
"What did you just call me?" her eyes seemed to glow in the dark of the hallway, framed by her hair.
"Too bad you're hot, Lily Evans, it's quite a waste on someone like you." James added viscously, intent on making her mad. He was livid, no one had made him this mad in a while. What was her problem?
She looked at him, about to retort, but something stopped her. She was sick of it, the running, the fighting, the heartache. She was sick of it, and he wasn't worth it.
"Whatever Potter, just stay out of my way." And she turned and walked into the gloom of the darkened hallway, leaving James steaming behind her.
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It really wasn't too hard to find her room. This Dumbledore guy was obviously a kook, his lights not traveling all the way upstairs. That was the problem with power, those who were ignorant and blissful most often were the strongest. She stopped outside the portrait, some basic feeling telling her this was were she needed to go. A fat lady in a pink dress addressed her, scaring the shit out of her.
"Password?" Lily gasped, watching the portrait closely.
"Gigglesworth" a deep voice commented from behind her. That annoying Potter again. He looked surprised that she had managed to find the picture before he did. The portrait opened, revealing a round room, decorated in red and gold, with a comfortable fire. People of various ages sat around, catching up on their summers.
"Evans."
"Potter." They glared at each other, before James turned to his friends, and Lily continued up to her room.
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"Damnit, double potions and Defense against the dark arts with them again!" James potter blurted out after he was handed his new timetable. He was, of course, referring to the slytherins, whom they had most of their classes with. Three seats down, Lily smirked at his displeasure. He seemed to be an early riser, as they were two of the only 5 people at the table. His friends apparently were still asleep, as he was alone.
She had gone to bed last night to find a complete set of school supplies, everything from extra robes to a new wand, sitting on her bed. This morning another prefect had been sent by Dumbledore to escort her to breakfast. In the corner of her eye, she could see a strict professor whose hair was in a tight bun checking up on her every few minutes. The obviously expected her to stay a while, and seemed to be taking extra measures to ensure that she did not run. She'd have to wait awhile, she'd have to gain their trust.
After looking at her own timetable, she turned to her food, consisting of scrambled eggs covered in BBQ sauce.
"Hey, it's a woman after my own heart!" A tall guy with long shaggy hair and a lean build sat down next to her, pointing to his own plate, which also had the sauce covered eggs. Lily laughed lightly.
"We're two of a kind, aren't we?" she commented, making a light joke. He sat, and laughed.
"Sirius Black at your service." He stuck out his hand, which she took.
" Lily Evans at yours."
"So you're the transfer student?" Sirius asked. Lily raised her eyebrows questioningly. "Dumbledore said there was a new transfer student." She quickly started nodding, not wanting to have to fill him in on uncomfortable details.
"Ya, that's me, the new kid on the block." She took a sip of her drink, which she immediately spat out, staining the white tablecloth and his white shirt. "Uh...oops."
Sirius laughed. "Wow, that's a new record for me, Lily. I've only known you five minutes, and already you're throwing things and spitting at me!" Lily giggled, blushing.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. This stuff is really nasty. Don't you have any orange juice?"
Sirius looked at her 'orange juice?' but decided not to comment. He let her wipe some of the pumpkin juice off himself. "Wow, it's nice having pretty girls feel you up this early in the morning." He joked, his eyes twinkling. She hit him lightly in the arm.
"Pervert."
"Yes, he always is." Lily turned to see the werewolf boy standing beside her. She looked at him, unsure of whether to scream her head off, or to move and make room for him. She noticed the dark rings under his eyes, which were almost covered by sun streaked bangs. They glinted gold, even in the morning sun. Something was up, you normally couldn't see the lycanthropy that lay in a werewolf's eyes. Realization dawned on her.
"Last night was a full moon." She whispered, mostly to herself. But he heard. He gasped in the same moment she did, and they quickly looked in each other's eyes. He was about to say something-
"Shit, I have to go." And with that she got up and darted out of the hall.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. She sighed and stood up. The door swung open revealing the guy in the station, tall with messy hair. She almost gasped, just catching herself. He must be a wizard then. He seemed to have noticed her open mouth, and chuckled slightly.
"James Potter, at your service." He gave a little bow, a twinkle in his eyes. She looked at him, not sure how to react, her mouth still open. A minute passed. "I hear it's quite effective to catch flies that way." He commented, causing her to blush and close her mouth quickly.
She glared at him and then strode out the door, slightly pissed at his mocking. She turned left, the boy still laughing behind her. He ran up next to her. "So why did you run from us in the station?" A few moments passed, "Are you sick or something? I mean, you did faint on the train," a few more minutes passed. "So do you talk at all?" he glanced at her, a smile tugging on his mouth.
"No asshole, I'm a freakin' deaf-mute. Of course I talk." She snapped. Damn this guy was annoying.
He stopped, surprised at her lack of warmth. Most girls fell at his feet. "Well, excuuuuse me. Who woke up on the wrong side of the bed THIS morning?" James retorted.
"Well, not me Potter. Who got the huge stick up his ass this morning?" James looked at her for a moment, before turning away
"Fine, find your own way to your bed tonight. Bitch..." He muttered under his breath, stopping. The silence was tense as Lily stopped and turned to face him.
"What did you just call me?" her eyes seemed to glow in the dark of the hallway, framed by her hair.
"Too bad you're hot, Lily Evans, it's quite a waste on someone like you." James added viscously, intent on making her mad. He was livid, no one had made him this mad in a while. What was her problem?
She looked at him, about to retort, but something stopped her. She was sick of it, the running, the fighting, the heartache. She was sick of it, and he wasn't worth it.
"Whatever Potter, just stay out of my way." And she turned and walked into the gloom of the darkened hallway, leaving James steaming behind her.
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It really wasn't too hard to find her room. This Dumbledore guy was obviously a kook, his lights not traveling all the way upstairs. That was the problem with power, those who were ignorant and blissful most often were the strongest. She stopped outside the portrait, some basic feeling telling her this was were she needed to go. A fat lady in a pink dress addressed her, scaring the shit out of her.
"Password?" Lily gasped, watching the portrait closely.
"Gigglesworth" a deep voice commented from behind her. That annoying Potter again. He looked surprised that she had managed to find the picture before he did. The portrait opened, revealing a round room, decorated in red and gold, with a comfortable fire. People of various ages sat around, catching up on their summers.
"Evans."
"Potter." They glared at each other, before James turned to his friends, and Lily continued up to her room.
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"Damnit, double potions and Defense against the dark arts with them again!" James potter blurted out after he was handed his new timetable. He was, of course, referring to the slytherins, whom they had most of their classes with. Three seats down, Lily smirked at his displeasure. He seemed to be an early riser, as they were two of the only 5 people at the table. His friends apparently were still asleep, as he was alone.
She had gone to bed last night to find a complete set of school supplies, everything from extra robes to a new wand, sitting on her bed. This morning another prefect had been sent by Dumbledore to escort her to breakfast. In the corner of her eye, she could see a strict professor whose hair was in a tight bun checking up on her every few minutes. The obviously expected her to stay a while, and seemed to be taking extra measures to ensure that she did not run. She'd have to wait awhile, she'd have to gain their trust.
After looking at her own timetable, she turned to her food, consisting of scrambled eggs covered in BBQ sauce.
"Hey, it's a woman after my own heart!" A tall guy with long shaggy hair and a lean build sat down next to her, pointing to his own plate, which also had the sauce covered eggs. Lily laughed lightly.
"We're two of a kind, aren't we?" she commented, making a light joke. He sat, and laughed.
"Sirius Black at your service." He stuck out his hand, which she took.
" Lily Evans at yours."
"So you're the transfer student?" Sirius asked. Lily raised her eyebrows questioningly. "Dumbledore said there was a new transfer student." She quickly started nodding, not wanting to have to fill him in on uncomfortable details.
"Ya, that's me, the new kid on the block." She took a sip of her drink, which she immediately spat out, staining the white tablecloth and his white shirt. "Uh...oops."
Sirius laughed. "Wow, that's a new record for me, Lily. I've only known you five minutes, and already you're throwing things and spitting at me!" Lily giggled, blushing.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. This stuff is really nasty. Don't you have any orange juice?"
Sirius looked at her 'orange juice?' but decided not to comment. He let her wipe some of the pumpkin juice off himself. "Wow, it's nice having pretty girls feel you up this early in the morning." He joked, his eyes twinkling. She hit him lightly in the arm.
"Pervert."
"Yes, he always is." Lily turned to see the werewolf boy standing beside her. She looked at him, unsure of whether to scream her head off, or to move and make room for him. She noticed the dark rings under his eyes, which were almost covered by sun streaked bangs. They glinted gold, even in the morning sun. Something was up, you normally couldn't see the lycanthropy that lay in a werewolf's eyes. Realization dawned on her.
"Last night was a full moon." She whispered, mostly to herself. But he heard. He gasped in the same moment she did, and they quickly looked in each other's eyes. He was about to say something-
"Shit, I have to go." And with that she got up and darted out of the hall.