1. What a day.
My head, it's throbbing, and I feel like crap.
I think I'm dreaming.
I strain hard to open my eyes, but it doesn't look as if any force can open them.
Great.
I think, I think hard about what happened yesterday. Not a happy experience. Painful.
I mean if you think losing your one in a million, all-time best friend is just peachy dandy, then you've got serious problems my friends. Did I just call you, friends? Hell, I don't have any friends.
Yes, I remember. I went down to the Three Broomsticks.
Potter and his posse were laughing at some pathetic joke Pettigrew had just made, I presumed.
"HEY EVANS!"
God. Was that psycho some freak? I'm not deaf you know. No need to yell my last name. Yeh, that's right, yell loud enough for everyone to turn to me. More unwanted attention.
Leave me alone!
I swear he does it just to embarrass me,. Heck, I must be stupid not to know that already!
I ignored him, and headed straight to the bartender.
"Firewhiskey." I cut him off. I didn't wanna hear some sort of stupid chat up lines.
I gulped down the stuff, not liking the taste at all, but I couldn't jus spit it out. Especially not right in front of that stupid bartender who's- oh god, he's smiling right now. No, he's grinning. What an idiot.
I glared at him, picked up my glass and walked away, looking for no one or place in particular, swaying slightly in my walk. Damn that firewhiskey.
And just because I was the most luckiest person in the world, who was I to bump into? Bump is a light term. What I mean is, crashed.
"Hey watch it!" James exclaimed, before softening his tone as he caught sight of me. Eurgh, moron.
I looked straight in to his pools of hazel eyes, daring him to say something.
"Hey, are you okay?" He asked softy.
Ha! As if he's concerned, he just wants to make a fool of me.
"Get out of my way Potter!"
"Not until you tell me what you've been drinking." He grabbed my arm to steady me, thinking that I was about to fall. Oh pur-lease, I'm not a completely useless weakling.
"Is that- Have you been drinking firewhiskey?" he asked, well in a stern tone.
"Yeh, so what if I have!"
"God, Lily, don't you know how strong that stuff is!"
He called me Lily.
"Lily! Are you okay??"
He called me Lily and now I felt like falling.
"LILY!"
I heard it one last time before I collapsed.
Right. Now that's sorted. So Potter had been the last person I had been with. No good can come with that.
I turn to my side. It's soft. I realize I'm lying on a bed. Trouble is, I don't have a soft bed. My bed's old and wooden and the wood digs into my back.
I try to get more comfortable. That is until I nudge into something and I don't think uncomfortable can begin to describe how I'm feeling.
I feel. I feel that there is another person beside me.
Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!
I finally burst open my eyes, in fear of popping them. I rub my eye slowly, feeling the pain. I suddenly glance at my hand and that leads to my arm, which leads on. I feel cold and I realize why. I feel like I'm gonna scream. Can my day get any worse?
Shit. I just jinxed myself.
I cast a curious yet fearful look beside and I think I'm about to faint. I have to bite my tongue to stop me from screaming. From yelling. From roaring out how extremely crappy this was.
I see closed eyelids. I see a soft, light,- am I kidding? This isn't time for description. Let's move on to the hair. Oh my god, it's brown. And it's messy. Oh fuck, it's Potter.
My head, it's throbbing, and I feel like crap.
I think I'm dreaming.
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