Here's chapter two. No reviews yet, but I'm going on good faith that
someone out there likes this! Anyways, here goes
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Lana woke up in her dorm room. Not thinking to look for Lily she walked down to the common to grab a quick bite to eat before heading off to get her schedule. It was Thursday. They had arrived yesterday and classes would start tomorrow. What an odd way to do it. It would make so much more sense to leave Saturday, receive your schedule and get acquainted with the school on Sunday, and *then* go to classes on Monday. -I suppose they have their reasons- she thought.
Walking into the common room, Lana noticed it was empty except for James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew. For as long as she could remember the four had been best of friends. James had short black hair that subtly curled in every direction and was often disheveled and out of place. He played Quidditch and was rather good at it. Come to think of it, he was good at everything he did, and a little arrogant, but no more than his best mate Sirius. Now there was the quintessential 'heartthrob' (a/n: does anyone say heartthrob anymore? I don't but I couldn't think of any other words.) All the girls swooned over his handsome face, toned body, and black hair that fell over his eyes covering brilliant green irises that often held a piercing stare. Just as arrogant as James, he wasn't as outwardly friendly. Sure he was funny and gorgeous but something about him seemed too dangerous to get close to. Next up was Remus Lupin who seemed to be the conscience of the group. His dirty blondish/light brown hair looked oddly looked James' only with a certain sense of a little tameness to it. Remus was always nice and much less arrogant than his friends. But Lana sensed that he too had something hidden about him. Lastly was Peter. He has to be the one who stood out from the group the most. Quiet and timid he was nothing like James, Sirius, and Remus except that he loved having fun at other peoples' expenses.
Lana walked over to the table, which held muffins, bagels, and other assorted breakfast foods. As she stood trying to decide what to eat she couldn't help but hear bits and pieces of the Marauder's conversation. (a/n: cat ears=better hearing. So naturally Lana has better-than-human hearing.)
"Will the ministry pick up on the transformation if we do it outside of Hogwarts?" Sirius asked.
"I didn't try," James said.
"It was different this summer, not quite as much fun as it is here," Remus said.
Lana pulled herself from the conversation as she decided on a blueberry muffin. -It's rude to eavesdrop- she thought as she walked back up to her and Lily's room. As she closed the door behind her she noticed that Lily wasn't in the room. It wasn't like Lily to leave without telling Lana. She walked over to Lily's bed and after looking around a bit she found a note lying on the bedside table. She picked it up and she took a bite of her muffin as she read.
Family emergency. That was all the note had said. And that Lily would write as soon as she had the chance, of course. It was strange of her to leave the day after arriving at Hogwarts, but she must have had a good reason.
***
The rest of the day went by quickly. Lana got her schedule then went to lunch. She chatted with a few girls that she and Lily sometimes talked to and afterwards went back up the Gryffindor tower and spent the rest of the day unpacking her things. She was late going down to dinner and almost missed it. Eating quickly, she had no time to talk to anyone so being by herself didn't bother her at all. After that she showered and tried to sleep. By the time 12 AM rolled around she was still awake and had given up on sleeping. Grabbing her guitar case she walked down into the empty common room and sat down on the couch in front of the ever-burning fire. Pulling out her metallic ice blue Fender Stratocaster she started softly playing. After a while she started singing, half mumbling the words to the haunting tune her voice gave to the song.
Lana was aware that James Potter had walked into the room, but she didn't care. He could listen all he wanted. They had never been particularly close. He spoke to her in classes and sometimes tried to make her laugh, but a real friendship was never there. Just like it was with any of the Marauders. As she sat singing she heard him quietly walk towards the opposing couch and watched as he came into her field of vision and sat down watching her. She finished her song and leaned back against the couch. He was wearing striped Gryffindor pants and his shirt was unbuttoned, hanging on his shoulders. Lana was wearing identical striped pants but had switched her shirt for a white tank top; pajama sets had never been her thing.
"Singing about lost love, Wright?" James asked.
"What's it to you?" Lana asked and a smile slowly formed in her mouth.
"Nothing really, except it keeps me up all night."
"I doubt that."
"Doubt what?"
"That it keeps you."
"Would I lie to you, Miss Wright?" James asked as he laughing.
"I don't know, would you?"
Lana raised her eyebrows and looked at James as he laughed and looked around the room, finally fixing his gaze on the fire that gently illuminated the room.
"Well," Lana said putting her guitar up, "if it keeps you up, then I'll stop playing and go to bed."
"I said it kept me up. I never said I didn't like it," James said as he flashed his charming smile at Lana as she walked towards the stairs.
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Okay, well, again, that was kind of short. Chapter 3 is a long one though. It will get more interesting. Don't worry don't worry . . . . I've got big plans in store for this.
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Lana woke up in her dorm room. Not thinking to look for Lily she walked down to the common to grab a quick bite to eat before heading off to get her schedule. It was Thursday. They had arrived yesterday and classes would start tomorrow. What an odd way to do it. It would make so much more sense to leave Saturday, receive your schedule and get acquainted with the school on Sunday, and *then* go to classes on Monday. -I suppose they have their reasons- she thought.
Walking into the common room, Lana noticed it was empty except for James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew. For as long as she could remember the four had been best of friends. James had short black hair that subtly curled in every direction and was often disheveled and out of place. He played Quidditch and was rather good at it. Come to think of it, he was good at everything he did, and a little arrogant, but no more than his best mate Sirius. Now there was the quintessential 'heartthrob' (a/n: does anyone say heartthrob anymore? I don't but I couldn't think of any other words.) All the girls swooned over his handsome face, toned body, and black hair that fell over his eyes covering brilliant green irises that often held a piercing stare. Just as arrogant as James, he wasn't as outwardly friendly. Sure he was funny and gorgeous but something about him seemed too dangerous to get close to. Next up was Remus Lupin who seemed to be the conscience of the group. His dirty blondish/light brown hair looked oddly looked James' only with a certain sense of a little tameness to it. Remus was always nice and much less arrogant than his friends. But Lana sensed that he too had something hidden about him. Lastly was Peter. He has to be the one who stood out from the group the most. Quiet and timid he was nothing like James, Sirius, and Remus except that he loved having fun at other peoples' expenses.
Lana walked over to the table, which held muffins, bagels, and other assorted breakfast foods. As she stood trying to decide what to eat she couldn't help but hear bits and pieces of the Marauder's conversation. (a/n: cat ears=better hearing. So naturally Lana has better-than-human hearing.)
"Will the ministry pick up on the transformation if we do it outside of Hogwarts?" Sirius asked.
"I didn't try," James said.
"It was different this summer, not quite as much fun as it is here," Remus said.
Lana pulled herself from the conversation as she decided on a blueberry muffin. -It's rude to eavesdrop- she thought as she walked back up to her and Lily's room. As she closed the door behind her she noticed that Lily wasn't in the room. It wasn't like Lily to leave without telling Lana. She walked over to Lily's bed and after looking around a bit she found a note lying on the bedside table. She picked it up and she took a bite of her muffin as she read.
Family emergency. That was all the note had said. And that Lily would write as soon as she had the chance, of course. It was strange of her to leave the day after arriving at Hogwarts, but she must have had a good reason.
***
The rest of the day went by quickly. Lana got her schedule then went to lunch. She chatted with a few girls that she and Lily sometimes talked to and afterwards went back up the Gryffindor tower and spent the rest of the day unpacking her things. She was late going down to dinner and almost missed it. Eating quickly, she had no time to talk to anyone so being by herself didn't bother her at all. After that she showered and tried to sleep. By the time 12 AM rolled around she was still awake and had given up on sleeping. Grabbing her guitar case she walked down into the empty common room and sat down on the couch in front of the ever-burning fire. Pulling out her metallic ice blue Fender Stratocaster she started softly playing. After a while she started singing, half mumbling the words to the haunting tune her voice gave to the song.
Lana was aware that James Potter had walked into the room, but she didn't care. He could listen all he wanted. They had never been particularly close. He spoke to her in classes and sometimes tried to make her laugh, but a real friendship was never there. Just like it was with any of the Marauders. As she sat singing she heard him quietly walk towards the opposing couch and watched as he came into her field of vision and sat down watching her. She finished her song and leaned back against the couch. He was wearing striped Gryffindor pants and his shirt was unbuttoned, hanging on his shoulders. Lana was wearing identical striped pants but had switched her shirt for a white tank top; pajama sets had never been her thing.
"Singing about lost love, Wright?" James asked.
"What's it to you?" Lana asked and a smile slowly formed in her mouth.
"Nothing really, except it keeps me up all night."
"I doubt that."
"Doubt what?"
"That it keeps you."
"Would I lie to you, Miss Wright?" James asked as he laughing.
"I don't know, would you?"
Lana raised her eyebrows and looked at James as he laughed and looked around the room, finally fixing his gaze on the fire that gently illuminated the room.
"Well," Lana said putting her guitar up, "if it keeps you up, then I'll stop playing and go to bed."
"I said it kept me up. I never said I didn't like it," James said as he flashed his charming smile at Lana as she walked towards the stairs.
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Okay, well, again, that was kind of short. Chapter 3 is a long one though. It will get more interesting. Don't worry don't worry . . . . I've got big plans in store for this.