Lily went into the Great Hall the next morning and true enough, the
Gryffindor table was mostly empty, except for the first, second, third
years and the loner, freaks and outcasts. But there weren't many. Funnily
enough, the Marauders were there. She sat down at the furthest end of the
table.
'God, don't they need sleep? I mean they were partying like mad last night. Jesus.'
She looked at her food suspiciously before eating a slice of French toast and sighing. She then heard the boys talking.
"Oi! Wonder who's the Head Girl this year? I didn't see her at the party."
"Yeah, Padfoot's right, we didn't see her at the party. Did you see her Jamie?"
"Yeah! Jamesie-poo! I bet you didn't see her either!"
"Shut up Sirus!! I didn't see her at the party. Wonder who she is. I know she's a Gryffindor but, wonder who she is?"
Lily shook her head. She was right, no one ever noticed her or even remembered her name. She finished eating quickly and went out of the great hall to her first class, Transfiguration. She was lost in her thoughts and didn't watch were she was going, unfortunately, this caused her to bump into Lucius Malfoy, the Slytherin Prefect.
"Watch where you're going MUDBLOOD! Don't stain my robes, you tainted THING! Feh! Filthy thing. Wonder why they even let you into Hogwarts," Lucius kicked her in the stomach and kicked her again when she fell down. "Stay that way bitch. Horrible things, think they can be in the way of me, Lucius Malfoy."
Lily got up slowly, bleeding and bruised, the little prat hit her at one of the spots that was still sore from her last bleeding. Blood dripped from her lip and she walked towards the Advanced Transfiguration classroom. She cast a simple concealing charm to hide her bleeding and sat in the classroom waiting for the teacher.
A cat hopped up next to her and changed into Professor Macgonagall, she took a seat next to Lily and smiled at her.
"So, Ms.Evans, how was your holidays?"
"Alright Professor, as ok as it gets in my house." Lily smiled weakly at her favorite professor, you see, even though she doesn't get first in class for Transfiguration, she comes a close second to James Potter.
Minerva Macgonagall smiled at her again, changing back into a cat, she said, "You do know you can talk to me if you have any problems right. Anyway, it's almost time to start." At that moment, the bell rung, (A/N:- I don't know if there is a bell at Hogwarts, but there is one here.) and streams of student came in to the classroom. This particular class was a mixture of the different houses as not many people took this class.
This class always cheered her up, this and art class. She enjoyed these classes and always left feeling happy. Unfortunately, today she wasn't in the mood for anything. Her day flew by and it was soon the last class for the day, Art. She went in the room and sat behind the canvas.
She was one of the last students to enter this class as the last class, divination, the professor had asked her to stay back for a while to tell her that he was retiring soon and wanted her opinion on the new teacher Sybil Trelawney as she was the only student who he trusted to give an honest opinion. She hadn't thought much of her and said so to Professor Higgins, he laughed and said her agreed with her but it was Dumbledore's decision and he had no say in the matter.
Their art professor was a young man in his early thirties, short blonde hair with blue eyes, Professor Mayer he was called. He was a new professor and was quite a good artist himself. She usually ignored the professor and drew on her own. Today was no different, she wasn't feeling very well today and drew it. An abstract art piece, and even though Lily was a fast artist, even she couldn't finish a drawing in an hour. It was barely half-done when the professor finally came in. He had half and hour left.
Professor Mayer smiled at his class and said, "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts. I know this is the last class of the day for you people but, I want to just talk about a few contemporary artists in this class."
Lily put down her brush and thought to herself, 'Maybe this would be interesting."
"Who knows any artists that are from this decade and is quite influential, I mean magical, not muggle. No one? Ok, let's talk about one of my favorite artists, Jordan."
Lily was mildly surprised, she knew that she was quite well-known but not this much. She stopped listening then, not really caring what other people thought about her work, her art was her soul, her life, the only way she could communicate with the outside world. She wasn't going to hear anyone criticizing her work or analyzing what was inside like a dead body during an autopsy.
She tuned out the rest of the talking in class, concentrating on only the canvas, she poured out the days frustrations and hurts on to the cloth before her. She didn't paint something concrete but she painted a canvas full of colors, all a balance and mixture of paints. Dark red with grey and black, dark blue with blood red. The colors swirled as they appeared on canvas. And they did swirl, the colors interchanging with each other and mixing together. She signed Lily at the bottom knowing even with this, not many people would recognize her as who she was or even her existence.
For she had decided even to forgo eating in the great hall and going down to the kitchens instead for dinner or any other meals in fact. No one really noticed if she was there or not and crowds like that kind of scared her. She was very close to breaking and no one noticed. She left five minutes earlier and went to her room in the library knowing that the Head Dorm was probably being used by the Marauders to plan pranks or something along those lines.
Maybe it was just her, but she knew deep down, no one really cared, not even the professors, maybe only Professor Macgonagall and Professor Dumbledore. That night, she cried herself to sleep, tears wet on her pillow and no one knew, thinking at least, she won't be missed even if she died.
She went to the kitchen the next morning to get a bit of breakfast before going to class, she felt a bit better after the cry last night. She walked through the halls feeling happy for once this year. This was when she walked right into a dueling match between Snape and Potter. This caused her hair to turn pink, which wasn't so bad but the worst thing is that it wouldn't wear off until the next day and they didn't even apologize, not that they should, I mean James was only the head boy and she was the head girl even if no one knew.
What she didn't know was that during charms, the boys have a 'small' prank planned for her. This excludes James as James has decided to play goodie two shoes for a week or so due to an agreement with his mother that she wouldn't get any notices from school for the first week of school.
********** Fangboy:- I should just end it here.nah! I'm not so evil!
********** So unsuspectingly, she walked into the charms classroom and sat at her usual place and when the class was filled, she found her arm bone disappearing and becoming soft and rubbery. (A/N: remember the second book? Gilderoy Lockhart) Tears were spilling out of her eyes and threatening to spill at any moment. This wasn't the first time she was the target of their pranks. No, this was one out of countless times she was pranked. She could have sworn she was the only Gryffindor to be pranked so many times by the infamous Marauders, she thought it was probably because they kept forgetting who she was and that she was a fellow Gryffindor as well.
She raised her hand to ask Professor Cage if she could go to the infirmary as she wasn't feeling well making sure she hid her arm, knowing her reputation she could probably get away with it, and she did.
On her way out, she heard the Marauders talking, she heard snatches from their conversation, but they had concluded two things, she was not normal and they didn't have any clue to who she was at all, not her name, her house or even her year. But what surprised her was that the Head Boy wasn't involved in this scheme. Maybe life wasn't quite as bad as she thought.but that could never happen.
She walked to the infirmary and told Madam Poppy what had happened, she sighed and promised she wouldn't say anything, but Lily would have to stay the night. The Skele-grow tasted bitter to most people, but to her it tasted like water. She still had that horrible aftertaste but she thought naught of it.
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Fangboy: Sorry about that.somehow I couldn't get the energy to update! HAHA!! Don't' worry. More angst is on the way!
'God, don't they need sleep? I mean they were partying like mad last night. Jesus.'
She looked at her food suspiciously before eating a slice of French toast and sighing. She then heard the boys talking.
"Oi! Wonder who's the Head Girl this year? I didn't see her at the party."
"Yeah, Padfoot's right, we didn't see her at the party. Did you see her Jamie?"
"Yeah! Jamesie-poo! I bet you didn't see her either!"
"Shut up Sirus!! I didn't see her at the party. Wonder who she is. I know she's a Gryffindor but, wonder who she is?"
Lily shook her head. She was right, no one ever noticed her or even remembered her name. She finished eating quickly and went out of the great hall to her first class, Transfiguration. She was lost in her thoughts and didn't watch were she was going, unfortunately, this caused her to bump into Lucius Malfoy, the Slytherin Prefect.
"Watch where you're going MUDBLOOD! Don't stain my robes, you tainted THING! Feh! Filthy thing. Wonder why they even let you into Hogwarts," Lucius kicked her in the stomach and kicked her again when she fell down. "Stay that way bitch. Horrible things, think they can be in the way of me, Lucius Malfoy."
Lily got up slowly, bleeding and bruised, the little prat hit her at one of the spots that was still sore from her last bleeding. Blood dripped from her lip and she walked towards the Advanced Transfiguration classroom. She cast a simple concealing charm to hide her bleeding and sat in the classroom waiting for the teacher.
A cat hopped up next to her and changed into Professor Macgonagall, she took a seat next to Lily and smiled at her.
"So, Ms.Evans, how was your holidays?"
"Alright Professor, as ok as it gets in my house." Lily smiled weakly at her favorite professor, you see, even though she doesn't get first in class for Transfiguration, she comes a close second to James Potter.
Minerva Macgonagall smiled at her again, changing back into a cat, she said, "You do know you can talk to me if you have any problems right. Anyway, it's almost time to start." At that moment, the bell rung, (A/N:- I don't know if there is a bell at Hogwarts, but there is one here.) and streams of student came in to the classroom. This particular class was a mixture of the different houses as not many people took this class.
This class always cheered her up, this and art class. She enjoyed these classes and always left feeling happy. Unfortunately, today she wasn't in the mood for anything. Her day flew by and it was soon the last class for the day, Art. She went in the room and sat behind the canvas.
She was one of the last students to enter this class as the last class, divination, the professor had asked her to stay back for a while to tell her that he was retiring soon and wanted her opinion on the new teacher Sybil Trelawney as she was the only student who he trusted to give an honest opinion. She hadn't thought much of her and said so to Professor Higgins, he laughed and said her agreed with her but it was Dumbledore's decision and he had no say in the matter.
Their art professor was a young man in his early thirties, short blonde hair with blue eyes, Professor Mayer he was called. He was a new professor and was quite a good artist himself. She usually ignored the professor and drew on her own. Today was no different, she wasn't feeling very well today and drew it. An abstract art piece, and even though Lily was a fast artist, even she couldn't finish a drawing in an hour. It was barely half-done when the professor finally came in. He had half and hour left.
Professor Mayer smiled at his class and said, "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts. I know this is the last class of the day for you people but, I want to just talk about a few contemporary artists in this class."
Lily put down her brush and thought to herself, 'Maybe this would be interesting."
"Who knows any artists that are from this decade and is quite influential, I mean magical, not muggle. No one? Ok, let's talk about one of my favorite artists, Jordan."
Lily was mildly surprised, she knew that she was quite well-known but not this much. She stopped listening then, not really caring what other people thought about her work, her art was her soul, her life, the only way she could communicate with the outside world. She wasn't going to hear anyone criticizing her work or analyzing what was inside like a dead body during an autopsy.
She tuned out the rest of the talking in class, concentrating on only the canvas, she poured out the days frustrations and hurts on to the cloth before her. She didn't paint something concrete but she painted a canvas full of colors, all a balance and mixture of paints. Dark red with grey and black, dark blue with blood red. The colors swirled as they appeared on canvas. And they did swirl, the colors interchanging with each other and mixing together. She signed Lily at the bottom knowing even with this, not many people would recognize her as who she was or even her existence.
For she had decided even to forgo eating in the great hall and going down to the kitchens instead for dinner or any other meals in fact. No one really noticed if she was there or not and crowds like that kind of scared her. She was very close to breaking and no one noticed. She left five minutes earlier and went to her room in the library knowing that the Head Dorm was probably being used by the Marauders to plan pranks or something along those lines.
Maybe it was just her, but she knew deep down, no one really cared, not even the professors, maybe only Professor Macgonagall and Professor Dumbledore. That night, she cried herself to sleep, tears wet on her pillow and no one knew, thinking at least, she won't be missed even if she died.
She went to the kitchen the next morning to get a bit of breakfast before going to class, she felt a bit better after the cry last night. She walked through the halls feeling happy for once this year. This was when she walked right into a dueling match between Snape and Potter. This caused her hair to turn pink, which wasn't so bad but the worst thing is that it wouldn't wear off until the next day and they didn't even apologize, not that they should, I mean James was only the head boy and she was the head girl even if no one knew.
What she didn't know was that during charms, the boys have a 'small' prank planned for her. This excludes James as James has decided to play goodie two shoes for a week or so due to an agreement with his mother that she wouldn't get any notices from school for the first week of school.
********** Fangboy:- I should just end it here.nah! I'm not so evil!
********** So unsuspectingly, she walked into the charms classroom and sat at her usual place and when the class was filled, she found her arm bone disappearing and becoming soft and rubbery. (A/N: remember the second book? Gilderoy Lockhart) Tears were spilling out of her eyes and threatening to spill at any moment. This wasn't the first time she was the target of their pranks. No, this was one out of countless times she was pranked. She could have sworn she was the only Gryffindor to be pranked so many times by the infamous Marauders, she thought it was probably because they kept forgetting who she was and that she was a fellow Gryffindor as well.
She raised her hand to ask Professor Cage if she could go to the infirmary as she wasn't feeling well making sure she hid her arm, knowing her reputation she could probably get away with it, and she did.
On her way out, she heard the Marauders talking, she heard snatches from their conversation, but they had concluded two things, she was not normal and they didn't have any clue to who she was at all, not her name, her house or even her year. But what surprised her was that the Head Boy wasn't involved in this scheme. Maybe life wasn't quite as bad as she thought.but that could never happen.
She walked to the infirmary and told Madam Poppy what had happened, she sighed and promised she wouldn't say anything, but Lily would have to stay the night. The Skele-grow tasted bitter to most people, but to her it tasted like water. She still had that horrible aftertaste but she thought naught of it.
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Fangboy: Sorry about that.somehow I couldn't get the energy to update! HAHA!! Don't' worry. More angst is on the way!