It's About Life
Disclaimer: I don't own nut in. I is pour. (Yes I know my grammar is atrocious)
Character Pairings: Lily/James, Lily/OC, James/OC, Sirius/OC, Remus/OC, Luke/OC, and many more!
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Rating: PG- 13 for language and sexual situations and insinuations.
Summary: Because of the life Lily was born into, she had to grow up. She had to deal with things most people would never have to deal with in their lifetime. She had to become an adult far before her time. Now, when she's finally built a new existence for herself her present life and her past will collide, and in doing so, will open up a closet full of skeletons. Skeletons that were meant to stay secret.
Reviews: All reviews are welcome and wanted, including flamers. Constructive criticisms, as well as ideas, questions and comments are most needed. Anyone who has an idea for the characters, just say so in your review and I will get back to you about the story. I must warn you now however, that there will be very random moments in this story, loads of songs, and loads of hyperness induced by sugar. You have been forewarned.
Random Quote of the Moment:
"If A is success in life, then A x + y + z. Work is x, y is play, z is keeping your mouth shut."
-Albert Einstein
Chapter One: Some Tea with Your Cake?
A girl in a pair of jeans and a tee shirt and American baseball cap walked down the street bouncing a soccer ball as she went. Her lovely dark red hair was in a braided bun. She chewed a huge wad of gum and had sparkling emerald eyes filled with intelligence that didn't quite meet her attire or, for that matter, her age. She paused for a moment only to tie a lace on one of her sneakers that had become undone. She straightened up to see a tall, muscular, bald man who was dressed in a suit and remarkably resembled someone out of a picture show about the yank CIA and whatnot. Amazingly enough the girl seemed hardly surprised only slightly disappointed. She leaned against the white washed wooden fence on her left and sighed.
"I knew you'd find me. You always do," she said with a tone of weariness that sounded odd coming from someone who was so young. Girls her age shouldn't sound that old - they should just be getting into boys, and out of dolls, into make up, and out of tag. They shouldn't sound older than their years - they were meant to giggle and smile and laugh - not sigh with lethargy.
"You know that your father gave you specific instructions to stay with us today. Why did you disobey them?" the man asked obviously used to this routine. In fact, the man, George, was more than used to it - it was quite common for him to be chasing her down after the various social episodes that seemed to frequent her life. In truth, he felt very compassionate about his charge; she was so young and yet was expected to act so old. He knew she had never had the same experiences all the other children her age had. He also knew it was quite likely she never would, and would undoubtedly end up showing this loss later in life. He now recalled, that, on more than one occasion, recommending to the girl's mother to send her to a normal elementary school. However, the grandmother had immediately shot down this suggestion…
"You know that answer George. I got bored. I don't want to hear about paintings and how great a sculpture is, I want to do normal things, like I used to before dad got elected as Prime Minister, or at least the semi-normal things I used to do before he got elected. Besides, just because he had to change his priorities doesn't mean I did. I'm not stupid, you know. She was trying to use me to get into the palace, and unlike my dearest sister or my beloved parents, I don't let people use me like that," she said forcefully. George smiled inwardly. She had always been extremely strong willed, much more than any other person he had met with the possible exception of her grandmother.
"If you are referring to the daughter of the ambassador of Russia you should know your father set your luncheon up in order to see if you could read the undertones. Contrary to what you believe, he knew she was trying to rope you into setting up a friendship where you could be used as a way in which to infiltrate the palace. Despite appearances, your father was only trying to point out to you that you can never trust anyone, no matter how friendly they seem. He was simply trying to adjust you to a game that you will some day have to excel at. Now, come along Lily, or else I will be most apologetic to say I will have to pick you up and make you come along," said the man called George. He turned and went the direction he had come from and obviously expected her to follow.
Lily let out a sigh and followed him but at a more restrained pace. She did not want to go back and see the look on her mother's face when she found out about this afternoon, but she knew George's threat was not an idle one. Oh, yes, her mother. She would not like the "cake incident". Lily smiled as she remembered the events that had occurred earlier in the day.
-Flash Back-
"Well, I think that it's perfectly sweet of you to treat servants as if they were our equals! I mean it would never have occurred to me!" said Tatiana Conreith the daughter of the ambassador to the United Kingdom from Russia. It was obvious to anyone in the room that the girl was trying to curry favor with the daughter of the Prime Minister. Lily rolled her eyes. She had seen this girl's method of dealing with hired help. She screamed at them.
"Oh you know me. I think up some of the most amazing things!" said Lily in a fake sweet voice. She was used to acting. She had to constantly act - with her parents, with her acquaintances, with her sister, with her grandmother, with everyone - and so had become quite an expert on telling people precisely what they wanted to hear.
"Yes you do! I heard about that present you gave to your mother for her birthday, and I must say that entire horse idea was amazing! You just must (A/N: I'm a poet and I didn't even know it!) help me pick out a gift for my sister. Her fifth birthday is in a month! And I- oh!" the girl shrieked as a huge cake toppled on her head. The image of the girl's face when she had felt the icing on her face and in her hair was priceless. Lily couldn't help it - she laughed. And laughed and laughed. And then, her slightly mischievous side took over.
"Here, some tea with your cake!" said Lily between peels of laughter while pouring their tea over her head. Tatiana screamed for her servants and Lily ran out of the room out of the house and to the street.
-End Flash Back -
In hindsight, Lily had realized that her dumping the tea on to the already sticky girl had neither been the wisest thing to do, nor perhaps the nicest thing to do. But it had been the funniest.
Oh yes, her mother was going to very angry indeed.
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