Oh my gosh! I'm soooo sorry! It took me sooooo long! I can't believe it's
been like two months for me to update. I may have lost my touch for this
chapter, but I'm just getting warmed up.
I moaned loudly as the news was announced. Another ball? Ugh. How many of these are we going to have? Such a waste a time if you ask me. Sure, I've gotten a decent amount of offers, from strangers, but I've always turned them down. Balls are soo boring! I mean, I could be finishing the Daughters of the Moon series instead of dancing and standing around all night.
As I looked around, everybody seemed jolly happy about the upcoming ball. Rolling my eyes at the people's idea of "fun", I took out my mother's journal. I'd been devouring the entries about my mom (damn, my mom writes [or is it wrote?] a lot!) ever since I found it. Like here's one:
I met Jonathon's wife. Her name is Michelle. She is a wicked little brat. I worry for my beautiful girls. Ever since my divorce with Jonathon, I've avoided any type of male species possible. But today was interesting. I met this guy. His name was David Black. He was really nice about my clumsiness ( I accidentally spilled coffee on him) and we just got around to talking. Apparently, he divorced recently too. I didn't tell him I was a witch.I know my habit's horrible about not telling people about things like that but I couldn't bring myself to tell him. (End journal entry)
And in later entries, she says she married.MARRIED David Black. Do you know what that means??? Sirius Black, womanizer, prankster, troublemaker, is my brother! Well, step brother. But still! I cannot believe it. I wonder if Sirius knows?
Yes! Another ball! I whooped. Now the question.Who would I take? I searched around the Great Hall, seeing if anyone caught my eye. Melinda? Naw, she has this way high-pitched voice which drives me crazy. Amelia? Oh no, she has that rash thingy. Ew.
I was making a mental list of who not to ask and who to ask, when I spotted Lily's hair. Her nose was in a book. Which book, I couldn't tell, all I knew was that she was the top of my who to ask list.
"Hey Prongs buddy, who you taking to the ball?" Asked Sirius.
"Errr..I'm thinking about Lily."
Sirius looked at me strangely. "I thought you were over her." How far from the truth he was.
"Errr..no."
I glanced at Lily again, but she had disappeared. I made up some lame excuse that only Sirius could believe to go ask her. Apparently, she had just left. I found her right outside the entrance to the Great Hall.
"Uh.Hey." I asked, all of a sudden nervous. She barely looked up from her book.
"Hey." She replied, distracted.
"So you going to the ball with anyone?" I asked nervously.
(a/n: Ok, I know this is the weirdest place to switch POVs, but I'm going to do it anyways.)
"So you going to the ball with anyone?" He asked nervously. Since when has James Potter been nervous around girls?
"Uh.no. I don't go to the balls." I said, really not interested in this conversation, especially with James.
A puzzled look came across his face because he asked next, "Why not?"
I snapped my book shut. "Because the idea of standing around all night and rocking back and forth with someone that I don't like doesn't appeal to me."
"But balls aren't just that. It's something that you can cherish and remember after you graduate." He protested.
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, right." The real reason I didn't go to balls was because this one time I went. The boy who asked me to the dance was just playing a practical joke on me, and I humiliated myself in front of the whole school. That was in third year. Nobody remembered. But I did. And I avoided speaking to that boy again.
Guess who that boy was. James Potter.
After her last comment, I became frustrated. I just realized that I had been rejected. And nobody ever rejected me.
"Going to one ball won't hurt your perfect little self." I replied angrily.
"You don't remember do you? But you wouldn't, now would you? You go through girls like their Kleenex!" She replied, flustered.
"What do you mean, I don't remember? I bet I can remember. Try me." I dared her.
"Alright." Her eyes flashed dangerously. "Third year. First ball ever. I was so excited. And you asked me to the ball. I was even more excited. But when the ball came around, you pretended you didn't know who I was in front of the whole school. It seems you haven't changed much. You're arrogant bastard of a mind can't seem to understand that I-all the girls you've used- have feelings. And you crushed their self-esteem and their hearts." She said menacingly.
I hadn't remembered that. But I didn't show it. "God, have a sense of humor will you? Everyone enjoyed it. And plus nobody remembers it anyways." That was the wrong thing to say.
"I didn't enjoy it. I remembered it." She said, angrier than ever.
"Oh, I messed up your perfect life. You know what Evans, being perfect isn't made out to what it sounds to be. Because perfect is safe is boring. If you never take risks in your life, your life isn't worth living." I know I touched a nerve when I saw her irate face turn into hurt.
"Well, that can be changed, now can't it?" She asked calmer. I had a sense of foreboding. What that meant, I didn't want to know.
I stalked off, his words echoing in my mind. They were haunting me. I needed to escape them. Tears sprang in my eyes, as I ran off to find refuge on the Astronomy Tower. I got there panting and jumped off, transforming into my animagus form. One breath, and it was all gone. For now. I knew it would be waiting for me when I eventually returned.
I flew to King's Cross Station and returned to my human form. I sat on a bench, where the weight of his words came back. This, surprisingly, place had become my favorite of all. It had a mystic look about it without the noise of the passersby.
I took a deep breath, and felt like I was learning to breathe. The air here smelled of worn out wood and metal from the railroad tracks. If you listened closely, you can here the woo of the train and the chatter of the joyful, unaware children.
"Perfect is safe is boring." His words etched into her mind. As she thought about it, she knew what to do.
I realized I had gone too far when I'd said my last comment. I hoped Lily wasn't thinking of doing something stupid. I waited for her until 4 in the morning in the common room. She never came. I noticed her friends were waiting for her as well. They quite earlier.
After analyzing what she had said to me, I noticed something I hadn't before. When she had said "I was so excited. And you asked me to the ball. I was even more excited." That meant she had liked me before. Once upon a time.
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I'm sorry I took so long to update and that this chapter was short. And if you review, would you guys please be honest with me? Because I have a nasty feeling my beginning sucks. Thanks!
~*EvanescentLife*~
I moaned loudly as the news was announced. Another ball? Ugh. How many of these are we going to have? Such a waste a time if you ask me. Sure, I've gotten a decent amount of offers, from strangers, but I've always turned them down. Balls are soo boring! I mean, I could be finishing the Daughters of the Moon series instead of dancing and standing around all night.
As I looked around, everybody seemed jolly happy about the upcoming ball. Rolling my eyes at the people's idea of "fun", I took out my mother's journal. I'd been devouring the entries about my mom (damn, my mom writes [or is it wrote?] a lot!) ever since I found it. Like here's one:
I met Jonathon's wife. Her name is Michelle. She is a wicked little brat. I worry for my beautiful girls. Ever since my divorce with Jonathon, I've avoided any type of male species possible. But today was interesting. I met this guy. His name was David Black. He was really nice about my clumsiness ( I accidentally spilled coffee on him) and we just got around to talking. Apparently, he divorced recently too. I didn't tell him I was a witch.I know my habit's horrible about not telling people about things like that but I couldn't bring myself to tell him. (End journal entry)
And in later entries, she says she married.MARRIED David Black. Do you know what that means??? Sirius Black, womanizer, prankster, troublemaker, is my brother! Well, step brother. But still! I cannot believe it. I wonder if Sirius knows?
Yes! Another ball! I whooped. Now the question.Who would I take? I searched around the Great Hall, seeing if anyone caught my eye. Melinda? Naw, she has this way high-pitched voice which drives me crazy. Amelia? Oh no, she has that rash thingy. Ew.
I was making a mental list of who not to ask and who to ask, when I spotted Lily's hair. Her nose was in a book. Which book, I couldn't tell, all I knew was that she was the top of my who to ask list.
"Hey Prongs buddy, who you taking to the ball?" Asked Sirius.
"Errr..I'm thinking about Lily."
Sirius looked at me strangely. "I thought you were over her." How far from the truth he was.
"Errr..no."
I glanced at Lily again, but she had disappeared. I made up some lame excuse that only Sirius could believe to go ask her. Apparently, she had just left. I found her right outside the entrance to the Great Hall.
"Uh.Hey." I asked, all of a sudden nervous. She barely looked up from her book.
"Hey." She replied, distracted.
"So you going to the ball with anyone?" I asked nervously.
(a/n: Ok, I know this is the weirdest place to switch POVs, but I'm going to do it anyways.)
"So you going to the ball with anyone?" He asked nervously. Since when has James Potter been nervous around girls?
"Uh.no. I don't go to the balls." I said, really not interested in this conversation, especially with James.
A puzzled look came across his face because he asked next, "Why not?"
I snapped my book shut. "Because the idea of standing around all night and rocking back and forth with someone that I don't like doesn't appeal to me."
"But balls aren't just that. It's something that you can cherish and remember after you graduate." He protested.
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, right." The real reason I didn't go to balls was because this one time I went. The boy who asked me to the dance was just playing a practical joke on me, and I humiliated myself in front of the whole school. That was in third year. Nobody remembered. But I did. And I avoided speaking to that boy again.
Guess who that boy was. James Potter.
After her last comment, I became frustrated. I just realized that I had been rejected. And nobody ever rejected me.
"Going to one ball won't hurt your perfect little self." I replied angrily.
"You don't remember do you? But you wouldn't, now would you? You go through girls like their Kleenex!" She replied, flustered.
"What do you mean, I don't remember? I bet I can remember. Try me." I dared her.
"Alright." Her eyes flashed dangerously. "Third year. First ball ever. I was so excited. And you asked me to the ball. I was even more excited. But when the ball came around, you pretended you didn't know who I was in front of the whole school. It seems you haven't changed much. You're arrogant bastard of a mind can't seem to understand that I-all the girls you've used- have feelings. And you crushed their self-esteem and their hearts." She said menacingly.
I hadn't remembered that. But I didn't show it. "God, have a sense of humor will you? Everyone enjoyed it. And plus nobody remembers it anyways." That was the wrong thing to say.
"I didn't enjoy it. I remembered it." She said, angrier than ever.
"Oh, I messed up your perfect life. You know what Evans, being perfect isn't made out to what it sounds to be. Because perfect is safe is boring. If you never take risks in your life, your life isn't worth living." I know I touched a nerve when I saw her irate face turn into hurt.
"Well, that can be changed, now can't it?" She asked calmer. I had a sense of foreboding. What that meant, I didn't want to know.
I stalked off, his words echoing in my mind. They were haunting me. I needed to escape them. Tears sprang in my eyes, as I ran off to find refuge on the Astronomy Tower. I got there panting and jumped off, transforming into my animagus form. One breath, and it was all gone. For now. I knew it would be waiting for me when I eventually returned.
I flew to King's Cross Station and returned to my human form. I sat on a bench, where the weight of his words came back. This, surprisingly, place had become my favorite of all. It had a mystic look about it without the noise of the passersby.
I took a deep breath, and felt like I was learning to breathe. The air here smelled of worn out wood and metal from the railroad tracks. If you listened closely, you can here the woo of the train and the chatter of the joyful, unaware children.
"Perfect is safe is boring." His words etched into her mind. As she thought about it, she knew what to do.
I realized I had gone too far when I'd said my last comment. I hoped Lily wasn't thinking of doing something stupid. I waited for her until 4 in the morning in the common room. She never came. I noticed her friends were waiting for her as well. They quite earlier.
After analyzing what she had said to me, I noticed something I hadn't before. When she had said "I was so excited. And you asked me to the ball. I was even more excited." That meant she had liked me before. Once upon a time.
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I'm sorry I took so long to update and that this chapter was short. And if you review, would you guys please be honest with me? Because I have a nasty feeling my beginning sucks. Thanks!
~*EvanescentLife*~