Lily walked through the streets of Diagon Alley. She didn't know why she
was here; she had got her school supplies weeks ago when her parents had
kicked her out of the house again. What most people didn't know is that she
was a fantastic artist and sold her paintings for money, in both the
wizarding world and the muggle one.
She looked at the busy streets in wonder, in always amazed her how they could be so many people in one place at the same time. The streets were lively and filled with people laughing and talking happily. She bowed her head and walked on, moving towards the art gallery. Lily frequently went there as it helped her get away from the mess that was her life; the custodians knew her and even had a room so she could paint.
She was lost in her thought was she suddenly hit was she suspected was a brick wall, she looked up and saw a face smiling down at her. It was the infamous James Taylor Potter, quiddich star, fellow prefect and prankster extraordinaire.
"Are you alright? I've never seen you around before, do you go to Hogwarts?" He gave her a hand up, "What's your name?"
Lily ran for her life to the art gallery, she had never been this scared in her life. Why he suddenly care? No ones ever cared before. Running straight to her room which had been dubbed hers by the people there, she locked herself in and cried.
James was left there puzzled, this never happened before, faint yes, but never run away looking like he was the devil or something like that. He went to Florean Fortescue's Ice-Cream parlor to meet the rest of the Mauraders.
Lily straightened a canvas after crying for four straight hours, she looked at the blank canvas for a while before starting. A vivid picture started showing on the cloth, it had few colors and would normally be called minimalist but it was too beautiful to be called that. An hour later, it was finished. It was a white wolf howling to the moon on a starless night, alone.
Lily poured her hopes and dreams into her art, some of her art was on Hogwarts and others were about the people around her, but most of her art was very dark and depressing as this was what she usually felt.
She looked at her finished work before signing of as Jordan. Her artwork was very valuable and sold at outrageous amounts. She received 60% of the price the rest went someplace she didn't know about. Staring at it, tears welled up in her eyes as she thought about her life so far.
++++++++++++++++++++++ Fangboy: Uh.sorry about the horrible chapter. It was kinda rushed and stuff. I realize the spacing sucked but that wasn't my fault, it was ff.nets. If your wondering why she was suddenly had that outburst, think of it as emotional overload in other words, that time of the month again. Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, so don't sue me! I only have 50cents so don't sue!!!
She looked at the busy streets in wonder, in always amazed her how they could be so many people in one place at the same time. The streets were lively and filled with people laughing and talking happily. She bowed her head and walked on, moving towards the art gallery. Lily frequently went there as it helped her get away from the mess that was her life; the custodians knew her and even had a room so she could paint.
She was lost in her thought was she suddenly hit was she suspected was a brick wall, she looked up and saw a face smiling down at her. It was the infamous James Taylor Potter, quiddich star, fellow prefect and prankster extraordinaire.
"Are you alright? I've never seen you around before, do you go to Hogwarts?" He gave her a hand up, "What's your name?"
Lily ran for her life to the art gallery, she had never been this scared in her life. Why he suddenly care? No ones ever cared before. Running straight to her room which had been dubbed hers by the people there, she locked herself in and cried.
James was left there puzzled, this never happened before, faint yes, but never run away looking like he was the devil or something like that. He went to Florean Fortescue's Ice-Cream parlor to meet the rest of the Mauraders.
Lily straightened a canvas after crying for four straight hours, she looked at the blank canvas for a while before starting. A vivid picture started showing on the cloth, it had few colors and would normally be called minimalist but it was too beautiful to be called that. An hour later, it was finished. It was a white wolf howling to the moon on a starless night, alone.
Lily poured her hopes and dreams into her art, some of her art was on Hogwarts and others were about the people around her, but most of her art was very dark and depressing as this was what she usually felt.
She looked at her finished work before signing of as Jordan. Her artwork was very valuable and sold at outrageous amounts. She received 60% of the price the rest went someplace she didn't know about. Staring at it, tears welled up in her eyes as she thought about her life so far.
++++++++++++++++++++++ Fangboy: Uh.sorry about the horrible chapter. It was kinda rushed and stuff. I realize the spacing sucked but that wasn't my fault, it was ff.nets. If your wondering why she was suddenly had that outburst, think of it as emotional overload in other words, that time of the month again. Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, so don't sue me! I only have 50cents so don't sue!!!