It was the Friday before Valentines Day. Everyone was excitedly swapping
rumours, and telling each other who they were going to the ball with, what
they were wearing and so forth. Lily kept to herself mostly, and a secret
smile lit her face during classes.
She still couldn't figure out James Potter. She had almost given up. She knew now that she liked him. Great. She'd had four years or so to get to be with him, and the moment he lost interest, she realized how much she liked him.
She was still getting over the fact that someone had paid for the expensive dress. She knew it had to be someone with a lot of money. Not knowing who was playing with her mind. She was dying to know.
Boys had asked Samantha and Erin to the ball, though they wouldn't say whom. They grinned and said, "You'll see!"
Lily got the distinct impression they had that day found out who her admirer was. She was very put out that they wouldn't tell her.
She waited up alone again that night, for the secret notes. The others said they needed their beauty sleep. Lily couldn't understand that, they had all the next day to sleep, as they had no classes.
She waited and waited.nothing came. She was about to get up and leave at one thirty when an owl came in. "Finally!" she exclaimed.
She reached for it, but it landed on a rafter out of her reach. She was not in the mood for games and glared at it. It hooted importantly, and waited for her to take a seat. She sank into an armchair.
The owl spread its wings and flew in a pattern, releasing red, pink and gold sparkles as it flew. First it drew a heart. Then it wrote, "I love you, Lily Evans." Then after all that, it threw the glitter all over the room and flew, shimmering out the window.
Lily was so pleased; the entire room was sparkling with magic glitter. She found a package on the chair beside her and picked it up. It would be the last package she got. Tomorrow was Valentines Day. She was debating whether or not to open the box, wondering if she wouldn't keep it and open it another day when she had no expectations. But then curiosity got the better of her and she opened the box. Inside was a phoenix. Not a real one, but a little miniature one that sang and flew and glittered. It was a little guardian phoenix. She was completely amazed. She had always loved phoenixes, and this was incredible.
The phoenix sang her to sleep right there in the common room. She slept peacefully and deeply the whole night long.
She still couldn't figure out James Potter. She had almost given up. She knew now that she liked him. Great. She'd had four years or so to get to be with him, and the moment he lost interest, she realized how much she liked him.
She was still getting over the fact that someone had paid for the expensive dress. She knew it had to be someone with a lot of money. Not knowing who was playing with her mind. She was dying to know.
Boys had asked Samantha and Erin to the ball, though they wouldn't say whom. They grinned and said, "You'll see!"
Lily got the distinct impression they had that day found out who her admirer was. She was very put out that they wouldn't tell her.
She waited up alone again that night, for the secret notes. The others said they needed their beauty sleep. Lily couldn't understand that, they had all the next day to sleep, as they had no classes.
She waited and waited.nothing came. She was about to get up and leave at one thirty when an owl came in. "Finally!" she exclaimed.
She reached for it, but it landed on a rafter out of her reach. She was not in the mood for games and glared at it. It hooted importantly, and waited for her to take a seat. She sank into an armchair.
The owl spread its wings and flew in a pattern, releasing red, pink and gold sparkles as it flew. First it drew a heart. Then it wrote, "I love you, Lily Evans." Then after all that, it threw the glitter all over the room and flew, shimmering out the window.
Lily was so pleased; the entire room was sparkling with magic glitter. She found a package on the chair beside her and picked it up. It would be the last package she got. Tomorrow was Valentines Day. She was debating whether or not to open the box, wondering if she wouldn't keep it and open it another day when she had no expectations. But then curiosity got the better of her and she opened the box. Inside was a phoenix. Not a real one, but a little miniature one that sang and flew and glittered. It was a little guardian phoenix. She was completely amazed. She had always loved phoenixes, and this was incredible.
The phoenix sang her to sleep right there in the common room. She slept peacefully and deeply the whole night long.