Lily frowned and seated herself beneath a large oak tree, fair skin
sheilded from the unforgiving sunlight. She looked down at her feet without
really looking at them. She had realized just the night before that she
really had no best friend. She pulled her legs up to her chest and brushed
her bright red, entirely straight hair out of her face. Biting her lip and
burying her face in her arms, she felt the familiar sting of a cry rising
behind her face to push itself out over her lower eyelid in the form of a
tear. She murmured to herself, "They don't even know I'm in their year."
She shook her head and wiped her eyes, standing up wityh a sniffle. "No
time to cry, Lily. Save it for a funeral. Time to get to Transfiguration."
She slung her overstuffed pack over her shoulder and began walking towards
the castle, head down, eyes on her feet and the space six inches in front.
The youngest Evans girl, quite predictably, bumped into and fell backward
due to one Remus Joseph Lupin. She fell onto her back and thus onto her
books, most of which promptly spilled from her pack. She winced as a corner
of one dug into the spot just between her shoulders.
"Oh, wow, I'm so sorry," Lupin said, kneeling down to offer her a hand. She'd been ready to spit her most venemous words at him, but when he looked truly sorry crouching there with his hand outstretched, she couldn't do it.
"I can get up on my own, thanks," she mumbled. She turned and picked up her books, placing them strategically back in her bag. Then she heard it, that unforgiving laugh. That Sirius Black sort of laugh; taunting, teasing, corroding the self-confidence of a girl who didn't have much to begin with.
"Hey, Sirius, shut up, okay?" Remus said. He shook his head at Sirius and mouthed 'please'. He turned his attention back to Lily. "Sorry my friends are such prats and are so...themselves."
"It's okay. I'm getting used to it." She stood quickly, without so much as a social smile, and walked off, a few of the books in her arms.
Lily stood alone in the bathroom listening to Moaning Myrtle and looking over the bruises on her back from her fall. She sighed and put her shirt back on, hiding the blue marks.
"What reason have you to sigh?" Myrtle asked bitterly.
"Nobody in Gryffindor even knows I'm a second year except for my dorm- mates who are so busy obsessing over their physical appearances and stupid Sirius Black and his gang that they probably don't notice me either."
"Well..." Myrtle paused, trying to outdo the redhead. "Well, you dson't get teased for wearing glasses!"
"That's because I don't, Myrtle," she pointed out.
"Exactly!" Myrtle wailed, flushing herself and screaming.
Lily rubbed her forehead and left the bathroom fully believing that God had cursed her several times over in Moaning Myrtle couldn't come up with a decent sob story to match hers.
"Oh, wow, I'm so sorry," Lupin said, kneeling down to offer her a hand. She'd been ready to spit her most venemous words at him, but when he looked truly sorry crouching there with his hand outstretched, she couldn't do it.
"I can get up on my own, thanks," she mumbled. She turned and picked up her books, placing them strategically back in her bag. Then she heard it, that unforgiving laugh. That Sirius Black sort of laugh; taunting, teasing, corroding the self-confidence of a girl who didn't have much to begin with.
"Hey, Sirius, shut up, okay?" Remus said. He shook his head at Sirius and mouthed 'please'. He turned his attention back to Lily. "Sorry my friends are such prats and are so...themselves."
"It's okay. I'm getting used to it." She stood quickly, without so much as a social smile, and walked off, a few of the books in her arms.
Lily stood alone in the bathroom listening to Moaning Myrtle and looking over the bruises on her back from her fall. She sighed and put her shirt back on, hiding the blue marks.
"What reason have you to sigh?" Myrtle asked bitterly.
"Nobody in Gryffindor even knows I'm a second year except for my dorm- mates who are so busy obsessing over their physical appearances and stupid Sirius Black and his gang that they probably don't notice me either."
"Well..." Myrtle paused, trying to outdo the redhead. "Well, you dson't get teased for wearing glasses!"
"That's because I don't, Myrtle," she pointed out.
"Exactly!" Myrtle wailed, flushing herself and screaming.
Lily rubbed her forehead and left the bathroom fully believing that God had cursed her several times over in Moaning Myrtle couldn't come up with a decent sob story to match hers.