((A/N: Ah, well, it's short. And a long time coming. Sorry about that, I'm hoping that I'll finally get my act together and start Writing. ))
((Disclaimer: No, I don't own Harry Potter, even if I'm not totally penniless anymore, thanks to some very generous pay for babysitting. Yay!))
It was a green, dewey day, and the vivid green grass was lush and springy under Emmeline's footsteps as she walked along the lake to visit with Lily. Emmeline didn't know Lily well, and while she thought she seemed promising, there were times when Lily's self-righteousness compelled Emmeline to wish that ::poof!:: she would be hit by a flying carpet without brakes. Of course, as soon as she thought that, Emmeline had to feel a little bit bad-- she, as she said, barely knew her. And so she resolved to be friendly towards Lily. Emmeline would graduate at the end of the year, and Lily would not.
"Hi!" Emmeline called out.
Lily's head turned to smile at her: "Hey, Emmeline! How have you been?
"Fine, thanks. You?
"Good enough.
Emmeline spread her school cloak underneath her and sat down. In the middle of the clump was Lily; a blonde who she thought was called Tawny, and a tall, dark girl- she didn't know her name, but she was friendly-not-really-acquaintances with her brother, Levi. The rest of the girls she didn't know, but listened to them talk anyways.
The stawberry blonde. "...So that's what happened. And I have no idea about what to do. I mean, really.
Tawny. "No, it's not your fault! Don't feel bad. It was all his fault, and getting you in detention with that idiot...
As far as Emmeline could tell, the strawberry blonde had been out of bed in the early hours with a guy and gotten caught. Apparently the guy had fled, too, when he saw that a teacher was coming, and so the strawberry blonde had taken all the blame. Emmeline looked to Levi's sister. She had a sharp nose and a pointy chin, and expression of agitation on her face, and her black hair curled in waves at the bottom-- she hadn't said anything the entire time, either. The girl looked up and gave Emmeline a smile. Emmeline returned it.
Instant alliance.
Nothing interesting happend to Emmeline that thursday until after dinner, in the common room. The quiddtich-mania conversations persisted and were so all-consuming that Emmeline thought that she should just start liking quidditch Right Now, because there was no way in heaven she'd ever escape hearing about it for more than an hour and if you can't beat Ôem, join Ôem. She'd neglected a transfiguration essay until the very, very last minute, and ended up staying up long past 1 in the morning to finish it. It wasn't that Emmeline was a bad student-- she was bright, something she'd often been told, but "didn't apply herself" and "lacked motivation." Nevertheless, she still managed to get upwards of a B average, and Emmeline thought that if she could do all that just on pure talent, there was no point in getting A's in things she hated. The time passed and the common room gradually emptied-- first (curiously) James, Sirius and Remus had gone, with that Pettigrew brownnoser scurrying up the stairs behind them, and later even Lily and her gang of girls. Emmeline was suprised, then, when Remus came down the stairs to sit next to her on the big brown leather couch. He was pale and wan and way too skinny, and Emmeline almost wondered why he wasn't in the hospital wing . He sat down and rubbed his eyes. There wasn't anything for her to say, and obviously he hadn't been able to sleep. Now would be the moment that some telepathy would come in handy, thought Emmeline. She went back to her transfiguration, and he stared into the flames. It was awkward, to say the least.
"You working on the transfiguration?" he asked, breaking the silence.
Emmeline started. "Yeah." She handed it over to him-- Remus was a quick reader, and he scanned the page in a minute.
"You're doing self-transfiguration?
"Mmm-hmm. It's a nightmare. Even Dumbledore is almost losing patience with some people.
Remus raised his eyebrows. "Hell." He handed back the paper. "Sorry, I'm totally clueless about that. We're just on switching spells right now.
They talked until the conversation started running on fumes and the both of them realized they'd rather be with each other in silence. At long last the scribbling of Emmeline's quill stopped, and she packed up her bag.
"'Night, Remus."
"Don't let the bed bugs bite.
Up in the dorm, Emmeline flopped into bed and fell into a long, deep sleep. But Remus stayed in the common room. They were not the only ones awake.
((A/N: Ah, well, it's short. And a long time coming. Sorry about that, I'm hoping that I'll finally get my act together and start Writing. As always, click that little button on the bottom and REVIEW. with some constructive criticism, please. Thanks to all who reviewed last time!))
((Disclaimer: No, I don't own Harry Potter, even if I'm not totally penniless anymore, thanks to some very generous pay for babysitting. Yay!))
It was a green, dewey day, and the vivid green grass was lush and springy under Emmeline's footsteps as she walked along the lake to visit with Lily. Emmeline didn't know Lily well, and while she thought she seemed promising, there were times when Lily's self-righteousness compelled Emmeline to wish that ::poof!:: she would be hit by a flying carpet without brakes. Of course, as soon as she thought that, Emmeline had to feel a little bit bad-- she, as she said, barely knew her. And so she resolved to be friendly towards Lily. Emmeline would graduate at the end of the year, and Lily would not.
"Hi!" Emmeline called out.
Lily's head turned to smile at her: "Hey, Emmeline! How have you been?
"Fine, thanks. You?
"Good enough.
Emmeline spread her school cloak underneath her and sat down. In the middle of the clump was Lily; a blonde who she thought was called Tawny, and a tall, dark girl- she didn't know her name, but she was friendly-not-really-acquaintances with her brother, Levi. The rest of the girls she didn't know, but listened to them talk anyways.
The stawberry blonde. "...So that's what happened. And I have no idea about what to do. I mean, really.
Tawny. "No, it's not your fault! Don't feel bad. It was all his fault, and getting you in detention with that idiot...
As far as Emmeline could tell, the strawberry blonde had been out of bed in the early hours with a guy and gotten caught. Apparently the guy had fled, too, when he saw that a teacher was coming, and so the strawberry blonde had taken all the blame. Emmeline looked to Levi's sister. She had a sharp nose and a pointy chin, and expression of agitation on her face, and her black hair curled in waves at the bottom-- she hadn't said anything the entire time, either. The girl looked up and gave Emmeline a smile. Emmeline returned it.
Instant alliance.
Nothing interesting happend to Emmeline that thursday until after dinner, in the common room. The quiddtich-mania conversations persisted and were so all-consuming that Emmeline thought that she should just start liking quidditch Right Now, because there was no way in heaven she'd ever escape hearing about it for more than an hour and if you can't beat Ôem, join Ôem. She'd neglected a transfiguration essay until the very, very last minute, and ended up staying up long past 1 in the morning to finish it. It wasn't that Emmeline was a bad student-- she was bright, something she'd often been told, but "didn't apply herself" and "lacked motivation." Nevertheless, she still managed to get upwards of a B average, and Emmeline thought that if she could do all that just on pure talent, there was no point in getting A's in things she hated. The time passed and the common room gradually emptied-- first (curiously) James, Sirius and Remus had gone, with that Pettigrew brownnoser scurrying up the stairs behind them, and later even Lily and her gang of girls. Emmeline was suprised, then, when Remus came down the stairs to sit next to her on the big brown leather couch. He was pale and wan and way too skinny, and Emmeline almost wondered why he wasn't in the hospital wing . He sat down and rubbed his eyes. There wasn't anything for her to say, and obviously he hadn't been able to sleep. Now would be the moment that some telepathy would come in handy, thought Emmeline. She went back to her transfiguration, and he stared into the flames. It was awkward, to say the least.
"You working on the transfiguration?" he asked, breaking the silence.
Emmeline started. "Yeah." She handed it over to him-- Remus was a quick reader, and he scanned the page in a minute.
"You're doing self-transfiguration?
"Mmm-hmm. It's a nightmare. Even Dumbledore is almost losing patience with some people.
Remus raised his eyebrows. "Hell." He handed back the paper. "Sorry, I'm totally clueless about that. We're just on switching spells right now.
They talked until the conversation started running on fumes and the both of them realized they'd rather be with each other in silence. At long last the scribbling of Emmeline's quill stopped, and she packed up her bag.
"'Night, Remus."
"Don't let the bed bugs bite.
Up in the dorm, Emmeline flopped into bed and fell into a long, deep sleep. But Remus stayed in the common room. They were not the only ones awake.
((A/N: Ah, well, it's short. And a long time coming. Sorry about that, I'm hoping that I'll finally get my act together and start Writing. As always, click that little button on the bottom and REVIEW. with some constructive criticism, please. Thanks to all who reviewed last time!))