Chapter 3: Pondering and Wandering
::Recap:: Everyone is silent in awe besides Professor Dumbledore who is clapping. No one, not even the ghosts could remember a hat song like this. ::Recap::
The silence rung throughout the Great Hall. I look over to our resident Griffindor House ghost, Nearly Headless Nick, along with many other Gryffindors hoping to learn something about this unorthodox song. I chuckle seeing that he is ignoring everyone, staring very intently as the old hat contemplates where to put "Artseny, Rita". I glance over at Alice and Beth and try my hardest not to laugh. Alice is gazingat the boy in front of her, Frank Longbottom,whom she has had a crush on for as long as we all can remember. Beth, on the other hand, Is looking at nothing in particular. She watch a bit of air for a short while before moving onto the next bit of air, which is usually not even near to the last bit, People watching canbe so much fun. A vile looking Slytherine picks his nose, decrepit Professor Binns is snoring, and Potter and his gang are gathered around shooting looks at random students who are concentrating on them for lack of some thing better to do. The sorting flew by! Dumbledore is now standing, about to make his start of term speech.
"To all first years," he begins, "And some older students:" I notice James and Sirius pause in their plotting for a moment to see their headmaster looking directly at them. Simultaneously, they salute. Some people giggle. I just roll my eyes. "The Forbidden Forest remains forbidden hence its unchanged name. Mr. Filch, our new caretaker, has some new items on the forbidden list. I see that some of you are still brooding over our beloved," some people cough, "sorting hat's song." The Hufflepuffs stop pummeling the Fat Friar for answers for a moment to listen. "Take heed! Rough times are ahead and for some of us, behind." A gentle smile quickly graces his lips. "And the hat is wise to sing that we should be strong, no matter in what house or with which people. I have one more word of advice now: EAT!"
I happily pick up a drumstick as the plates around me fill themselves with scrumptious food. "I will miss these wonderful feasts when I am gone from here," I sigh in between mouthfuls and my friends bob their heads in agreement. I won't worry about that now though. Live for the moment. If you're always looking ahead, you're blinded from what is in front of you.
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Later on that evening, I sit in the common room reading by myself. Remus plops down in the chair beside me. And I mutter a "hello."
"Trying to catch up on homework?" he teases eyeing the book in my hand.
"The Head Girl? Not having her homework done? Never. I was just doing some light reading." I grin and hold up a large, thick book entitled THE HISTORY OF THE MAGICAL UNIVERSE which has to be at least a few thousand words long. "Was there something you needed?" I ask observing the anxious look on his face.
"Actually, yes." he says. "It's about James." I purse my lips in disgust and open my mouth to say something before he interrupts. "I know you two don't get along, but just listen. He saved you, didn't he? He just doesn't know how to act around..." he searches for words.
"The only girl in Hogwarts that he has never snogged?" I help out.
"Exactly. AND the only girl he has ever truly liked. Keep in mind that we are all in this together as good on one side and evil on the other." He gets up without another word and walks up to his dormitory.
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"Lily, are you feeling all right?" I move my food around on my plate and only pick at the mound of eggs sitting in front of me.
I sigh, "Yes, I didn't get much sleep last night though." Alice, Beth, and a few other Griffindors continue to shoot me looks of concern. "Do I really look that bad?" I ask quietly.
"You're really pale."
"Yeah, well, I've had a lot to think about," I say in my defense.
"Well that's a first," an all to familiar but very unwelcome voice sneers.
"Not today, Potter," I growl and storm out. Seeing as the first day of term is a Sunday, I don't know where to go. Before I can even think about where to reside, I find myself sitting in my favorite spot: a quiet little bench on the edge of the lake with a perfect view of Hogwarts. A great time to relax... But my mind drifts back to the lecture that Remus gave me the night before. Too many thoughts are zinging through my head as I bury my face in my hands. Why have I been so oblivious? I have been so childish lately. The sorting house is right. We're all on the same side and if we don't get some things straightened out we will crumble from within before we crumble from without. A comforting hand is placed on my now trembling shoulders and I turn to see Amos Diggory standing next to me. It is a well known fact that he likes me, but he has never gotten around to asking me out.
"May I sit?" I nod mutely. We sit in silence as I calm myself down with his arm around my shoulder. He looks me in the eyes an mumbles, "Willoobemahgilfurnd?"
"What?"
He takes a deep breath before asking quietly, "Will you be my girlfriend?"
"I would love to be," I respond and give him a hug as relief sweeps over his face.
"WHAT?!?" a voice from behind yells. "You'll be that wimps girlfriend before you'll be mine?!"
I whip around and bolt up. "POTTER!"
A/N: Well, I hope you enjoyed this! Please review! I should be updating soon again! I stopped writing poems so I could concentrate on this. Thank you for all the feed back!
Untitled
A poem I wrote for my collection. It goes quite well.
Always the time is testing
And as the moon shines over my weary head
I am grateful that I have survived another day
And as my friends and foes come and go
One must realize there is no turning back
No 'rough drafts' for the novel of life
As years slip by like sand through an hourglass
I have learned that it doesn't matter whether
You win or lose it's how hard you fight and how you strive
I know it's an overused phrase
But it is oh very true
Life is worth what you want it to be
Even though my time is winding down
All my energy all my soul is put into saving
There gallant people fighting at my side
If your will is gone
Then fight for those deceased
Who have gotten us here
And as my friends and foes come and go
One must realize there is no turning back
No 'rough drafts' for the novel of life
As years slip by like sand through an hourglass
I have learned that it doesn't matter whether
You win or lose it's how hard you fight and how you strive
Never forget your fathers and your comrades
Who gave everything
So that you may have it all
Live the best you can while you still can
For as long as you can with every person you can
Because you don't know how quickly it can be taken away
And as my friends and foes come and go
One must realize there is no turning back
No 'rough drafts' for the novel of life
As years slip by like sand through an hourglass
I have learned that it doesn't matter whether
You win or lose it's how hard you fight and how you strive
Erin