There was only two more days to go til Valentines Day. Lily couldn't
imagine anything more her admirer could get her. She was sitting and
dreaming about a moonlit horse and carriage ride with her mystery person,
when the HOM teacher once again interrupted her thoughts.
"Miss Evans? Miss Evans! Miss Evans, are you listening to me?!"
Lily jerked out of her daydream and nodded. "Yes, sir, I am."
"Then kindly tell me everything that Halem the Horrible did to the witch of Amsterdam in 1656."
The class was more torturous than ever before. She didn't think she could stand any more classes that day, she simply wasn't with it.
James Potter kept smirking at her every time she got in trouble, but other than that, he wouldn't give her even a glance. It was as if, from being his object of dreams, she'd become a fly, or a cockroach, something you wanted to tread on and squash.
Lily didn't know what to do about it. Honestly, its only James Potter. No one special. She was starting to realize tat maybe James Potter was someone special to her. She couldn't get him out of her head mostly, and whenever she dreamed about her and the secret admirer, for some reason, he always looked like James Potter.
She waited in the common room alone that night. Erin and Samantha were exhausted from staying up every night with Lily. They told her to show them whatever she got the next day, because they were just too tired.
She waited for only a short while before the owls soared in. There wasn't one owl, there were three. The box looked large, not heavy as such, just very big. They perched on the chair and she untied them. Then with a smile of wonder, she opened the box. Her face was a picture of surprise. And she pulled out.the dress. The wonderful, eight hundred Galleon dress from the expensive shop in Hogsmeade. She was creeped out now. Someone had been in there watching her try it on. There was a note, too. She picked it up and read it.
"You looked so beautiful, I had to get it for you. Wear it to the ball on Saturday, if you'll be my date. I'll be waiting by the lake. Love, your secret admirer."
Lily hugged the dress to her face. It was beautiful, and hers! She couldn't help herself, she had to wake up the other two and show them. They were just as awed as she was.
"Wow. He spent eight hundred Galleons on you?" Samantha said.
"He must really like you," said Erin.
"And he's got to be someone rich." said Lily.
"Oh, god, you don't think its Malfoy, do you?" Samantha asked with a look of disgust on her face.
"Oh god, I hope not. He's definitely not my type." Lily hugged the dress again. Her eyes were bright. She had a date for the ball!
"Miss Evans? Miss Evans! Miss Evans, are you listening to me?!"
Lily jerked out of her daydream and nodded. "Yes, sir, I am."
"Then kindly tell me everything that Halem the Horrible did to the witch of Amsterdam in 1656."
The class was more torturous than ever before. She didn't think she could stand any more classes that day, she simply wasn't with it.
James Potter kept smirking at her every time she got in trouble, but other than that, he wouldn't give her even a glance. It was as if, from being his object of dreams, she'd become a fly, or a cockroach, something you wanted to tread on and squash.
Lily didn't know what to do about it. Honestly, its only James Potter. No one special. She was starting to realize tat maybe James Potter was someone special to her. She couldn't get him out of her head mostly, and whenever she dreamed about her and the secret admirer, for some reason, he always looked like James Potter.
She waited in the common room alone that night. Erin and Samantha were exhausted from staying up every night with Lily. They told her to show them whatever she got the next day, because they were just too tired.
She waited for only a short while before the owls soared in. There wasn't one owl, there were three. The box looked large, not heavy as such, just very big. They perched on the chair and she untied them. Then with a smile of wonder, she opened the box. Her face was a picture of surprise. And she pulled out.the dress. The wonderful, eight hundred Galleon dress from the expensive shop in Hogsmeade. She was creeped out now. Someone had been in there watching her try it on. There was a note, too. She picked it up and read it.
"You looked so beautiful, I had to get it for you. Wear it to the ball on Saturday, if you'll be my date. I'll be waiting by the lake. Love, your secret admirer."
Lily hugged the dress to her face. It was beautiful, and hers! She couldn't help herself, she had to wake up the other two and show them. They were just as awed as she was.
"Wow. He spent eight hundred Galleons on you?" Samantha said.
"He must really like you," said Erin.
"And he's got to be someone rich." said Lily.
"Oh, god, you don't think its Malfoy, do you?" Samantha asked with a look of disgust on her face.
"Oh god, I hope not. He's definitely not my type." Lily hugged the dress again. Her eyes were bright. She had a date for the ball!