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Sorry I haven't been updating, I was out of a town for a week, and forgot
to update before I left. Anyway, hope you like that chapter!
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Lily swooped into her dorm, pulling things from her shelves, while struggling to get her trunk out from under her bed. She stopped, caught her breath, and bent down. She tugged, tried once more, and gave up. It wasn't going anywhere. "dammit", she mumbled, looking around at the mess she had made of her room. She wasn't going to be able to take any of it, only the bare essentials. She sighed, and traded her pajamas for jeans and a dark shirt, pulling her cloaks hood down low. She looked around, grabbing a classmate's knife (they had been transfiguring them) and her wand, which she still didn't know how to use. She laughed at the idea that she had the powers all the other students had so promisingly shown. She had been at the school for three days, and still hadn't managed to make sparks with the wooden stick, regardless of what the headmaster and her professors had said. She dropped it, and slide into shoes. She looked into the mirror. A rather shy, scared teenager looked back at her, a halo of red hair framing her green eyes. She looked small and pitiful, an image contrasting that of what she wished to be - strong and merciless -one who would never again submit to being prey. "But by running, aren't being just that?" A small voice pipped in the back of her mind, a voice she pushed aside. She sighed and grabbed some money (also from her room mates stash), and headed out the door.
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Potter was still staring at the door. The same applied to Snape. They had been standing that way for at least 10 minutes, neither knowing what to make of Lily. She had just walked out, not that he was too surprised, but something still managed to hold him to the spot, a look of surprise on his face. His anger had evaporated, but he still didn't know what he was thinking, what Snape was thinking, what SHE was thinking. He smiled, at least Snape didn't know what she was thinking either, as he had obviously thought she would stay just so he could play the hero. He went back to staring at the door, thinking about Lily.
"Guys, I think she's gone." It was like a spell had been lifted. Both James and Snape looked toward his playmate, as if just noticing she was still there. She went over to James, and tried to give him a massage, but she shrugged her off.
"What, Potter, is that awkward for you? Do you have some feelings for Evans? Too bad for you, 'cause we were just getting quite comfortable." Snape smirked. James bristled, though he didn't really know why. Did he have feelings for her? No, he reprimanded himself. He didn't. Any resemblance of feeling was just protectiveness - a vestige left over from her looks, because she did look so innocent and naïve. That was all, she just looked like that, and it was confusing him. Really.
"Funny then, that she didn't stay, isn't it Snape? Was getting that close to you giving her a nosebleed from the smell?" he retorted. Snape growled, but James was already halfway out the door, he had better things to contend with. Like his stomach - he headed down the staircase to the kitchens, hoping to find a midnight snack.
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sticking to the shadows, Lily headed down the grand staircase, heading for the great hall. As far as she knew, it was the only exit besides a window that she could get out of, and most certainly the only way she would escape without a broken neck. She spied the door, and slipped quietly down the last few stairs. Now it was only a mad rush for the exit, and she would be home free, once again at the mercy of the night. She breathed slowly, regaining her composure, clamped one hand down over her knife, and- "Going somewhere Evans?"
_______________________________________________________________________Hey guys, hoped you liked the chapter, please review, I'm hoping to get at least 95 reviews before I write the next chapter. Anyway, it should be ready by Friday or sat. PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!love ya all.Chelsea...
Lily swooped into her dorm, pulling things from her shelves, while struggling to get her trunk out from under her bed. She stopped, caught her breath, and bent down. She tugged, tried once more, and gave up. It wasn't going anywhere. "dammit", she mumbled, looking around at the mess she had made of her room. She wasn't going to be able to take any of it, only the bare essentials. She sighed, and traded her pajamas for jeans and a dark shirt, pulling her cloaks hood down low. She looked around, grabbing a classmate's knife (they had been transfiguring them) and her wand, which she still didn't know how to use. She laughed at the idea that she had the powers all the other students had so promisingly shown. She had been at the school for three days, and still hadn't managed to make sparks with the wooden stick, regardless of what the headmaster and her professors had said. She dropped it, and slide into shoes. She looked into the mirror. A rather shy, scared teenager looked back at her, a halo of red hair framing her green eyes. She looked small and pitiful, an image contrasting that of what she wished to be - strong and merciless -one who would never again submit to being prey. "But by running, aren't being just that?" A small voice pipped in the back of her mind, a voice she pushed aside. She sighed and grabbed some money (also from her room mates stash), and headed out the door.
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Potter was still staring at the door. The same applied to Snape. They had been standing that way for at least 10 minutes, neither knowing what to make of Lily. She had just walked out, not that he was too surprised, but something still managed to hold him to the spot, a look of surprise on his face. His anger had evaporated, but he still didn't know what he was thinking, what Snape was thinking, what SHE was thinking. He smiled, at least Snape didn't know what she was thinking either, as he had obviously thought she would stay just so he could play the hero. He went back to staring at the door, thinking about Lily.
"Guys, I think she's gone." It was like a spell had been lifted. Both James and Snape looked toward his playmate, as if just noticing she was still there. She went over to James, and tried to give him a massage, but she shrugged her off.
"What, Potter, is that awkward for you? Do you have some feelings for Evans? Too bad for you, 'cause we were just getting quite comfortable." Snape smirked. James bristled, though he didn't really know why. Did he have feelings for her? No, he reprimanded himself. He didn't. Any resemblance of feeling was just protectiveness - a vestige left over from her looks, because she did look so innocent and naïve. That was all, she just looked like that, and it was confusing him. Really.
"Funny then, that she didn't stay, isn't it Snape? Was getting that close to you giving her a nosebleed from the smell?" he retorted. Snape growled, but James was already halfway out the door, he had better things to contend with. Like his stomach - he headed down the staircase to the kitchens, hoping to find a midnight snack.
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sticking to the shadows, Lily headed down the grand staircase, heading for the great hall. As far as she knew, it was the only exit besides a window that she could get out of, and most certainly the only way she would escape without a broken neck. She spied the door, and slipped quietly down the last few stairs. Now it was only a mad rush for the exit, and she would be home free, once again at the mercy of the night. She breathed slowly, regaining her composure, clamped one hand down over her knife, and- "Going somewhere Evans?"
_______________________________________________________________________Hey guys, hoped you liked the chapter, please review, I'm hoping to get at least 95 reviews before I write the next chapter. Anyway, it should be ready by Friday or sat. PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!love ya all.Chelsea...