Water and Wine
Chapter Three – Angry, Very Angry
We came inside Three Brooms. Frank and I took a table that wasn't very discreet, almost at the taproom's middle. He asked for two buttered beers, and when I was nearly beginning an idle subject to talk about, Frank interrupted me.
-I brought you here to say you a thing, Lily.
-I'm all ears. – I answered, almost guessing his thoughts.
Frank turned away his eyes from me, looked up to the bar room, to the door, to everywhere imaginable, except to me.
-You'll kill me for that.
Bah, why should I kill him for liking me? It wasn't so strange like he was thinking. It happens all the time. When he'd pronounce himself to me, I should only be polite and tell him that I liked him a lot, but not in the way he wished.
-Now I think that you'll have to talk, Frank, you already brought me here.
-Well... The case is that... Oh, my God, how will I tell this to you...?
I was beginning to feel bad for being the responsible for let him so bashful. I looked to his eyes, trying to encourage him, but I didn't either guess that I was becoming everything worse this way.
-You just have to say it. - I advised.
Frank looked up.
-Are you sure?
-Go! – I lost all my patience.
Frank took a deep breath and said:
-All right: I'm fell in love... for Alice. And I'd like you to help me.
And then what fell was my jaw.
You won't want to know how I felt that time. How many people in their whole lives come to a pretty pass like that? It was horrible, truly horrible. Frank was looking to me, with an ownerless dog's face.
-I'm sorry.- he said. – I didn't want you to think... Are you very angry with me?
My wish was to have a stress attack, in plenary Three Brooms. Why had he brought me there if was only to ask me for a Cupid service?
-I should, I really should. – I answered. – But it's all right. I... I was exactly thinking that you asking me to go out was too exquisite. We have always been friends.
He gave a half-hearted smile.
-I'm sorry for doing that with you. – He said, again.
-Ok, it's all right, truly. – I insisted. – But as for Alice, we'll have some problems.
-I know.- Frank agreed. – Sirius Black.
-Exactly. As I already told you, she's fell for him. I think that the only chance that you may have will only be in the next year...
The taproom's door opened, and came inside the very couple that we were talking about.
-I see... That's better forget it...
-Hey, easy, it's not that way either. Black isn't more than a lady-killer. Suddenly Alice may realize what he is, and then you enter the story... In spite of, even he doesn't worth a thing, we two have already seen the effect that he uses to cause to all the girls he kisses.
-Now you provided to leave me so animated... - he satirized.
-Stay easy. I'll find a way. I am her best friend, don't forget that, and so I have a great influence power over her.
-If you say it...
The taproom was really full. For that weekend being the last of that year, I realized that most of people was trying to enjoy everything they could. I wanted to change of subject, I didn't want to get Frank sad, but sincerely I didn't think that he had a good deal of chances. The place was so full that I didn't see when Potter, alone again, reached the table were I was.
-What's up, Evans? – he provoked, in the most irritant voice that I had ever heard. – You finally decided to kiss someone, didn't you? At least you could had choose someone better, huh? – he added, with a cruel look to Frank, which surprised me. He didn't seem normal.
-What's the problem now, Potter? – I replied immediately. – Do you want to leave me alone, at least once in a lifetime?
Potter laughed loud, a little crazy and lunatic laugh.
-Look, Evans, I won't let you ruin with a silly one like this...
Frank got up.
-Stop with this jealousy scene, James! Nothing will happen here and you...
-Nothing will happen? So you wanted to say that it has already happened? This is really pathetic... Jealous, me? Why should I be jealous of her?
-And so what other reason may you have to stay here bothering us? – replied Frank.
Then, who got up was me.
-I am here because I wanted to. I wouldn't support that bizarre scene that would be you kissing Evans.
-Who ARE you to meddle this way in my life? – I exploded, and people around began to look to me. – You are nothing mine, do you understand, nothing really! Do you think sincerely that everything great that you used to think about you gives you the right of interrupt people? If I was going or not to kiss Frank, I am pretty sure that it's a matter completely mine! Now, get out here, that I can't support to look to your face anymore!
Potter gave a step backward and put a disdainful expression on his face.
-Fine. - he said, slowly. – I'll leave you alone with Longbottom... You're right; I shall not care if you want to destroy with your life.
-No. – I interrupted. – I changed my mind. You may stay. I'm sorry, Frank, but I couldn't support to remain here now after this damn Potter spoilt my day. I'll back to Hogwarts.
Frank nodded, more furious with Potter than sad for me; I turned myself, pushed Potter aside and I strode out Three Brooms.
But who this damn guy thinks he is?? WHO? Does he think that he has the right of interfere in my life?? And if I'd really been going to kiss Frank, why should he care? Ohhh, what hatred! I strode out the taproom and I collided with two people, not very far away from there. When I turned to see who they were, I found Remus and Peter McFisher, a friend of him, a sixth year Ravenclaw.
-Wow, Lily, what happened? – asked Remus, surprised.
-Your little friend. – I retorted, taking a deep breath. – He doesn't leave me alone.
-James? What did he do now?
-He... Oh, forget it. I'll back to the castle. Unless it I'll get crazy of so much anger.
-Hey, Lily, wait – called Remus. – Are you going to the castle now? We have just arrived!
-Yes, I know, but I'll keep going, I can't think in nothing else that may be able to forget my angriness but stay as farthest as I can from him.
I know that Remus' intention was good, even kind, but in the end I left him alone with McFisher and kept walking, but I didn't amend my mistake of don't look where I was going. I collided with someone again, and this time was a nothing pleasant person.
-Don't you look to where you're going, damn girl? – a voice nearly as irritant as Potter's spoke. – Now I'll have to take a shower for letting a mud blood touch me!
If Lucius Malfoy would know about my angry and hate condition, he'd never do craziness like that. Instead of mumble something in answer and continue to make my way, as I was used to do, I looked to Malfoy, with all the anger I had pilled up during that day and I held him by his robes.
-Look, Malfoy, you choose a VERY bad day to bother me! I believe that it's ME who will have to take a shower when will be at the castle, for had touched in someone as skimpy, vulgar and racist as you!
I freed him with a push and controlled myself for don't punch him right there where I was.
-Now get out here! I don't want to take my wand!
If he got afraid with my anger explosion, he disguised it very well. Malfoy looked to my face, set in order his clothes, and gone away. At least he obeyed me. Finally I reached Hogwarts' castle, for the first time preferring to see Petunia in front of me instead of James Potter.
Chapter Three – Angry, Very Angry
We came inside Three Brooms. Frank and I took a table that wasn't very discreet, almost at the taproom's middle. He asked for two buttered beers, and when I was nearly beginning an idle subject to talk about, Frank interrupted me.
-I brought you here to say you a thing, Lily.
-I'm all ears. – I answered, almost guessing his thoughts.
Frank turned away his eyes from me, looked up to the bar room, to the door, to everywhere imaginable, except to me.
-You'll kill me for that.
Bah, why should I kill him for liking me? It wasn't so strange like he was thinking. It happens all the time. When he'd pronounce himself to me, I should only be polite and tell him that I liked him a lot, but not in the way he wished.
-Now I think that you'll have to talk, Frank, you already brought me here.
-Well... The case is that... Oh, my God, how will I tell this to you...?
I was beginning to feel bad for being the responsible for let him so bashful. I looked to his eyes, trying to encourage him, but I didn't either guess that I was becoming everything worse this way.
-You just have to say it. - I advised.
Frank looked up.
-Are you sure?
-Go! – I lost all my patience.
Frank took a deep breath and said:
-All right: I'm fell in love... for Alice. And I'd like you to help me.
And then what fell was my jaw.
You won't want to know how I felt that time. How many people in their whole lives come to a pretty pass like that? It was horrible, truly horrible. Frank was looking to me, with an ownerless dog's face.
-I'm sorry.- he said. – I didn't want you to think... Are you very angry with me?
My wish was to have a stress attack, in plenary Three Brooms. Why had he brought me there if was only to ask me for a Cupid service?
-I should, I really should. – I answered. – But it's all right. I... I was exactly thinking that you asking me to go out was too exquisite. We have always been friends.
He gave a half-hearted smile.
-I'm sorry for doing that with you. – He said, again.
-Ok, it's all right, truly. – I insisted. – But as for Alice, we'll have some problems.
-I know.- Frank agreed. – Sirius Black.
-Exactly. As I already told you, she's fell for him. I think that the only chance that you may have will only be in the next year...
The taproom's door opened, and came inside the very couple that we were talking about.
-I see... That's better forget it...
-Hey, easy, it's not that way either. Black isn't more than a lady-killer. Suddenly Alice may realize what he is, and then you enter the story... In spite of, even he doesn't worth a thing, we two have already seen the effect that he uses to cause to all the girls he kisses.
-Now you provided to leave me so animated... - he satirized.
-Stay easy. I'll find a way. I am her best friend, don't forget that, and so I have a great influence power over her.
-If you say it...
The taproom was really full. For that weekend being the last of that year, I realized that most of people was trying to enjoy everything they could. I wanted to change of subject, I didn't want to get Frank sad, but sincerely I didn't think that he had a good deal of chances. The place was so full that I didn't see when Potter, alone again, reached the table were I was.
-What's up, Evans? – he provoked, in the most irritant voice that I had ever heard. – You finally decided to kiss someone, didn't you? At least you could had choose someone better, huh? – he added, with a cruel look to Frank, which surprised me. He didn't seem normal.
-What's the problem now, Potter? – I replied immediately. – Do you want to leave me alone, at least once in a lifetime?
Potter laughed loud, a little crazy and lunatic laugh.
-Look, Evans, I won't let you ruin with a silly one like this...
Frank got up.
-Stop with this jealousy scene, James! Nothing will happen here and you...
-Nothing will happen? So you wanted to say that it has already happened? This is really pathetic... Jealous, me? Why should I be jealous of her?
-And so what other reason may you have to stay here bothering us? – replied Frank.
Then, who got up was me.
-I am here because I wanted to. I wouldn't support that bizarre scene that would be you kissing Evans.
-Who ARE you to meddle this way in my life? – I exploded, and people around began to look to me. – You are nothing mine, do you understand, nothing really! Do you think sincerely that everything great that you used to think about you gives you the right of interrupt people? If I was going or not to kiss Frank, I am pretty sure that it's a matter completely mine! Now, get out here, that I can't support to look to your face anymore!
Potter gave a step backward and put a disdainful expression on his face.
-Fine. - he said, slowly. – I'll leave you alone with Longbottom... You're right; I shall not care if you want to destroy with your life.
-No. – I interrupted. – I changed my mind. You may stay. I'm sorry, Frank, but I couldn't support to remain here now after this damn Potter spoilt my day. I'll back to Hogwarts.
Frank nodded, more furious with Potter than sad for me; I turned myself, pushed Potter aside and I strode out Three Brooms.
But who this damn guy thinks he is?? WHO? Does he think that he has the right of interfere in my life?? And if I'd really been going to kiss Frank, why should he care? Ohhh, what hatred! I strode out the taproom and I collided with two people, not very far away from there. When I turned to see who they were, I found Remus and Peter McFisher, a friend of him, a sixth year Ravenclaw.
-Wow, Lily, what happened? – asked Remus, surprised.
-Your little friend. – I retorted, taking a deep breath. – He doesn't leave me alone.
-James? What did he do now?
-He... Oh, forget it. I'll back to the castle. Unless it I'll get crazy of so much anger.
-Hey, Lily, wait – called Remus. – Are you going to the castle now? We have just arrived!
-Yes, I know, but I'll keep going, I can't think in nothing else that may be able to forget my angriness but stay as farthest as I can from him.
I know that Remus' intention was good, even kind, but in the end I left him alone with McFisher and kept walking, but I didn't amend my mistake of don't look where I was going. I collided with someone again, and this time was a nothing pleasant person.
-Don't you look to where you're going, damn girl? – a voice nearly as irritant as Potter's spoke. – Now I'll have to take a shower for letting a mud blood touch me!
If Lucius Malfoy would know about my angry and hate condition, he'd never do craziness like that. Instead of mumble something in answer and continue to make my way, as I was used to do, I looked to Malfoy, with all the anger I had pilled up during that day and I held him by his robes.
-Look, Malfoy, you choose a VERY bad day to bother me! I believe that it's ME who will have to take a shower when will be at the castle, for had touched in someone as skimpy, vulgar and racist as you!
I freed him with a push and controlled myself for don't punch him right there where I was.
-Now get out here! I don't want to take my wand!
If he got afraid with my anger explosion, he disguised it very well. Malfoy looked to my face, set in order his clothes, and gone away. At least he obeyed me. Finally I reached Hogwarts' castle, for the first time preferring to see Petunia in front of me instead of James Potter.