I thank you all for your reviews. It's been a pleasure to see how you all
like 'Crash' as much as you all do. Thank you.
Now, I've read a few fanfics around, that ask you to play a song for a certain part. And I really like that idea. So sometime, later on in the story, I'll probably ask you to do so. And I'll tell you the name of the song, and the person who performs it.
'Cause every scene in a fanfics should have the right atmosphere. ^_~
Thanks!
---3 Nora
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"Lily, wake up." Her mother said, shaking the sleeping silhouette.
"Mmm." Was Lily's response, as she rolled over, burying her face in her pillow. "Five more minutes.." She muttered.
"Now, Lillian Abet Evans." Her mother said, shaking her harder. "You don't want to miss your train to London."
Lily sat up in bed, her frizzy, normally curled locks, plastered around her face. "I thought I was going tomorrow."
"No, tomorrow you'll be leaving for that Hogwarts place." Her mother said, standing from the bed. "Term starts September the first, and if you're late, you'll have it in for you, dear." Ada Evans walked over to the white, painted dresser, pulling a shirt and jeans out.
Lily rubbed her eyes and yawned. "Yeah, yeah." She muttered, stepping out of her bed, and walking over to her window. The view from her window, was, in an utter understatement, the best in the suburb.
"Are your things packed?"
"Yes, mother."
"Enough clothes to last 'till Christmas?"
"Yes, mother."
"Enough undergarments?"
"Yes, mom. Can you. just freeze for a minute? I'd like to cherish my last breaths of the Irish air. I'll only get England air until Christmas."
"Oh, stop your nonsense, Lillian." Ada said, shaking her finger, "Hop in the shower. I'd like to see my daughter's face before she leaves for four and a half months."
Lily, being the stubborn girl she was, rolled her eyes, and walked out of her bedroom.
"Don't forget to clean behind your ears!" Her mother called after her.
Slam. The door to the upstairs bathroom slammed shut, and soon, water shooting from the spigot could be heard all through the upstairs.
Ada Evans, still in Lily's bedroom, gathered clothes out of her daughter's drawers, and placed them on the bed. "Better be safe than sorry." She said to herself, folding the newly placed clothes.
Lily yawned, as she combed her damp, softened red hair, around twenty minutes later. She stared at the blue, tile backwash, as she brushed her teeth, and dried her hair.
Knock, knock. "Come in!" Lily called over the noise of the hair dryer.
"Lily, dear. Do hurry, you can't miss your train."
"Okay." Lily said, yawning again, and squinting her eyes.
Lily walked out of the bathroom only moments later, as she pulled her hair back. She walked into her room, placing her bagged toothpaste and toothbrush in her bag.
Lily shook her head, trying to zip it shut, for all the extra clothes her mother had packed while she was in the bathroom. "Mom!" She yelled, getting frustrated with the zipper, and giving up. "Mom!"
"What, Lily?" Her mother called up the stairs. "I don't need my whole wardrobe!" Lily yelled. "I'll only be gone for four months!"
"Better safe than sorry!"
"I'd rather be sorry than have a frickin' department store in my bag." Lily muttered, pulling a few shirts out.
Finally, after zipping the bag, placing her books in another bag, and pulling on a jacket. Lily was somewhat ready to leave.
She coughed, and glanced around her room. "Good-bye home, hello to being free!" Lily grinned, and picked her bags up.
"Lily, come on! We haven't all day!" Snapped Petunia from down stairs. "Unlike you, some of the people in this house have lives!"
"Don't you ever shut your mouth?" Lily snapped from upstairs.
"Hurry up, Lily! You're such a freak. You're never on time! Hurry up!"
"Oh give it a rest, Petunia." Lily said, taking her sweet time going down the stairs. "You act like I want to stay here. with you." Lily scrunched her nose, and looked Petunia up and down.
Petunia snarled, and slammed the door shut after she and Lily both stepped out of the house.
"Get in the car, Lily. We have to hurry and get to Irish Towers Station." Mrs. Evans said, tucking auburn hair behind her ears. "Edward, are you ready?"
"Almost, sweetheart." He said, packing Lily's belongings in the trunk of the family car.
Edward got into the drivers' seat, and Mrs. Evans into the seat next to him.
"Au revoir l'Irlande, bonjour Londres!" Lily muttered, as they pulled away from their two-story house.
Irish Towers Station was only blocks away from the household. They had arrived there in a matter of minutes.
"This is the second time I've had to leave people I love." Lily said, hugging her mother tight. "I'll write.. and you'll write back?"
"Of course, Lily." Her father said, kissing her forehead. "Well, your mother more than I. But you know."
"I know." She smiled, and looked at Petunia. She held her hand out, and shook her head. "It's not been a pleasure being your sister. But somehow, I survived." She grinned, and patted Petunia on the back. "Bye!"
Lily stepped onto the train and waved to her parents. "See you at Christmas!" She yelled as the train started to move.
"Bye, dear!" Her mother called, waving.
Lily settled herself in a secluded corner, in the last compartment. She tilted her head, and rested it against the window pane. She scratched her nose, and closed her eyes, and drifted easily into a soft, dreamless sleep.
"Miss? Excuse me, Miss?" Someone was prodding Lily gently on the shoulder.
Lily coughed, and peeped open her right eye. "Go away, 'Tunia." Was her response.
"Miss?" The voice said again. The prodding continued.
"I said stop!" Lily snapped, opening both eyes. She looked around the compartment, and jumped back. "Oh, good lord. I'm sorry." She muttered, running her hands through her hair.
"It's not an issue, Miss." The voice said. "What's a lass like yourself doing alone?"
"Oh. I'm coming from Ireland. to London. school. exchange student.. long story, actually."
"I have time to hear it."
Lily smiled, and shook her head, "What's your name?"
"Keith O'Brien." He said, smiling. "And yours?"
"Lily. Lily Evans." Lily smiled, and tucked her hair behind her ears. "So, why the train ride from Ireland?"
"Same as you. school.. but not an exchange student." Keith sat across from Lily, and smiled. "Age?"
"Seventeen, you?"
"Eighteen." He shrugged, "Not so bad of an age difference."
"Not at all." Lily scratched the back of her neck, and sighed. "Sorry for snapping like that."
"Eh, I'm used to my brother's prodding me awake, also." He smiled. "How long have you lived in Ireland?"
"Um, 'bout eight years. And what about yourself?"
"Native.. moved. moved back.moved back to London." He coughed, and yawned.
"So, why were you in Ireland if you live in London?"
"Oh. I was visiting my dad for the summer. My parent's are separated, but you don't need to know that." He grinned, and looked at her.
The train ride was spent talking about family, love, life, death, friends, hobbies, what they planned on doing for the rest of their lives, who they were dating, if they were dating anyone.
The whistle blew, and the train halted to a stop at Kings Cross Station.
"This is my stop," Lily said, grabbing her bags. "I guess. I'll see you around sometime."
"Mine also."
"Oh."
"Yeah. Bye, Lily. Nice meeting you."
"You too!" Lily swung one bag over her shoulder, and the other secured in her right hand.
Lily walked off the train in King's Cross Station, heading for the exit. If only she could find it.
"Need some directions?" Keith asked, sneaking up behind her. "Actually, yes." Lily smiled in relief. "First off, where's the door? And second off, have you ever heard of the Leaky Cauldron?"
"I'll walk you out, and I'm headed there myself. If you don't mind, could I hail a taxi with you?"
"It'd be my pleasure." She smiled, and followed him out of the station.
Now, I've read a few fanfics around, that ask you to play a song for a certain part. And I really like that idea. So sometime, later on in the story, I'll probably ask you to do so. And I'll tell you the name of the song, and the person who performs it.
'Cause every scene in a fanfics should have the right atmosphere. ^_~
Thanks!
---3 Nora
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"Lily, wake up." Her mother said, shaking the sleeping silhouette.
"Mmm." Was Lily's response, as she rolled over, burying her face in her pillow. "Five more minutes.." She muttered.
"Now, Lillian Abet Evans." Her mother said, shaking her harder. "You don't want to miss your train to London."
Lily sat up in bed, her frizzy, normally curled locks, plastered around her face. "I thought I was going tomorrow."
"No, tomorrow you'll be leaving for that Hogwarts place." Her mother said, standing from the bed. "Term starts September the first, and if you're late, you'll have it in for you, dear." Ada Evans walked over to the white, painted dresser, pulling a shirt and jeans out.
Lily rubbed her eyes and yawned. "Yeah, yeah." She muttered, stepping out of her bed, and walking over to her window. The view from her window, was, in an utter understatement, the best in the suburb.
"Are your things packed?"
"Yes, mother."
"Enough clothes to last 'till Christmas?"
"Yes, mother."
"Enough undergarments?"
"Yes, mom. Can you. just freeze for a minute? I'd like to cherish my last breaths of the Irish air. I'll only get England air until Christmas."
"Oh, stop your nonsense, Lillian." Ada said, shaking her finger, "Hop in the shower. I'd like to see my daughter's face before she leaves for four and a half months."
Lily, being the stubborn girl she was, rolled her eyes, and walked out of her bedroom.
"Don't forget to clean behind your ears!" Her mother called after her.
Slam. The door to the upstairs bathroom slammed shut, and soon, water shooting from the spigot could be heard all through the upstairs.
Ada Evans, still in Lily's bedroom, gathered clothes out of her daughter's drawers, and placed them on the bed. "Better be safe than sorry." She said to herself, folding the newly placed clothes.
Lily yawned, as she combed her damp, softened red hair, around twenty minutes later. She stared at the blue, tile backwash, as she brushed her teeth, and dried her hair.
Knock, knock. "Come in!" Lily called over the noise of the hair dryer.
"Lily, dear. Do hurry, you can't miss your train."
"Okay." Lily said, yawning again, and squinting her eyes.
Lily walked out of the bathroom only moments later, as she pulled her hair back. She walked into her room, placing her bagged toothpaste and toothbrush in her bag.
Lily shook her head, trying to zip it shut, for all the extra clothes her mother had packed while she was in the bathroom. "Mom!" She yelled, getting frustrated with the zipper, and giving up. "Mom!"
"What, Lily?" Her mother called up the stairs. "I don't need my whole wardrobe!" Lily yelled. "I'll only be gone for four months!"
"Better safe than sorry!"
"I'd rather be sorry than have a frickin' department store in my bag." Lily muttered, pulling a few shirts out.
Finally, after zipping the bag, placing her books in another bag, and pulling on a jacket. Lily was somewhat ready to leave.
She coughed, and glanced around her room. "Good-bye home, hello to being free!" Lily grinned, and picked her bags up.
"Lily, come on! We haven't all day!" Snapped Petunia from down stairs. "Unlike you, some of the people in this house have lives!"
"Don't you ever shut your mouth?" Lily snapped from upstairs.
"Hurry up, Lily! You're such a freak. You're never on time! Hurry up!"
"Oh give it a rest, Petunia." Lily said, taking her sweet time going down the stairs. "You act like I want to stay here. with you." Lily scrunched her nose, and looked Petunia up and down.
Petunia snarled, and slammed the door shut after she and Lily both stepped out of the house.
"Get in the car, Lily. We have to hurry and get to Irish Towers Station." Mrs. Evans said, tucking auburn hair behind her ears. "Edward, are you ready?"
"Almost, sweetheart." He said, packing Lily's belongings in the trunk of the family car.
Edward got into the drivers' seat, and Mrs. Evans into the seat next to him.
"Au revoir l'Irlande, bonjour Londres!" Lily muttered, as they pulled away from their two-story house.
Irish Towers Station was only blocks away from the household. They had arrived there in a matter of minutes.
"This is the second time I've had to leave people I love." Lily said, hugging her mother tight. "I'll write.. and you'll write back?"
"Of course, Lily." Her father said, kissing her forehead. "Well, your mother more than I. But you know."
"I know." She smiled, and looked at Petunia. She held her hand out, and shook her head. "It's not been a pleasure being your sister. But somehow, I survived." She grinned, and patted Petunia on the back. "Bye!"
Lily stepped onto the train and waved to her parents. "See you at Christmas!" She yelled as the train started to move.
"Bye, dear!" Her mother called, waving.
Lily settled herself in a secluded corner, in the last compartment. She tilted her head, and rested it against the window pane. She scratched her nose, and closed her eyes, and drifted easily into a soft, dreamless sleep.
"Miss? Excuse me, Miss?" Someone was prodding Lily gently on the shoulder.
Lily coughed, and peeped open her right eye. "Go away, 'Tunia." Was her response.
"Miss?" The voice said again. The prodding continued.
"I said stop!" Lily snapped, opening both eyes. She looked around the compartment, and jumped back. "Oh, good lord. I'm sorry." She muttered, running her hands through her hair.
"It's not an issue, Miss." The voice said. "What's a lass like yourself doing alone?"
"Oh. I'm coming from Ireland. to London. school. exchange student.. long story, actually."
"I have time to hear it."
Lily smiled, and shook her head, "What's your name?"
"Keith O'Brien." He said, smiling. "And yours?"
"Lily. Lily Evans." Lily smiled, and tucked her hair behind her ears. "So, why the train ride from Ireland?"
"Same as you. school.. but not an exchange student." Keith sat across from Lily, and smiled. "Age?"
"Seventeen, you?"
"Eighteen." He shrugged, "Not so bad of an age difference."
"Not at all." Lily scratched the back of her neck, and sighed. "Sorry for snapping like that."
"Eh, I'm used to my brother's prodding me awake, also." He smiled. "How long have you lived in Ireland?"
"Um, 'bout eight years. And what about yourself?"
"Native.. moved. moved back.moved back to London." He coughed, and yawned.
"So, why were you in Ireland if you live in London?"
"Oh. I was visiting my dad for the summer. My parent's are separated, but you don't need to know that." He grinned, and looked at her.
The train ride was spent talking about family, love, life, death, friends, hobbies, what they planned on doing for the rest of their lives, who they were dating, if they were dating anyone.
The whistle blew, and the train halted to a stop at Kings Cross Station.
"This is my stop," Lily said, grabbing her bags. "I guess. I'll see you around sometime."
"Mine also."
"Oh."
"Yeah. Bye, Lily. Nice meeting you."
"You too!" Lily swung one bag over her shoulder, and the other secured in her right hand.
Lily walked off the train in King's Cross Station, heading for the exit. If only she could find it.
"Need some directions?" Keith asked, sneaking up behind her. "Actually, yes." Lily smiled in relief. "First off, where's the door? And second off, have you ever heard of the Leaky Cauldron?"
"I'll walk you out, and I'm headed there myself. If you don't mind, could I hail a taxi with you?"
"It'd be my pleasure." She smiled, and followed him out of the station.
