Two Pence For A Lily
Pure Imagination (new name!)
Disclaimer—I own nothing except the plot. This applies to all earlier and later chapters.
"Some Sort of Gamble"
Wednesday:
Dear Diary,
So yesterday, right, Drew asked me out. I said no because of what had happened earlier, of what he did.
Yesterday morning, he looked me up and down, like he had never really seen me before. Then, resuming his conversation with Chris, he said "She'll do."
I acted like I'd heard nothing, and went on as if I got talked about behind my back every Saturday morning. Leaning forward, I'd have lookedas if I'd been deeply engaged in a conversation with Morgan—"Hey. Did one of us ever go out with Chris?"
Morgan looked up from the book she'd been deeply engrossed in, and frowned. "If you didn't…I know I didn't, and Rhapsody always said that the mole on his cheek would annoy the hell out of her."
"Well, don't look at him now, but I think you may have to work more on your part for looking out for me."
Morgan was suddenly interested, and her brow creased in concern. She brushed back a piece of her jet-black hair, took a deep breath, and asked, "What's going on?"
"It's not that bad," I said, trying to relieve her seriousness. "But I think Chris and Drew are having a little bet." My voice trailed off, and I picked up the gray eagle's quill lying in front of me, and began to roll it in between my fingers.
"I'll find out for you," said Morgan as she looked at me, determinedly, in the eye.
Love,
Lily
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Wednesday again:
Dear Diary,
Anyway, as I was saying before I was interrupted, Morgan had promised to look out for me. We've always sort of had that deal, in addition to looking out for Rhapsody. I swear, someday that girl is going to get into a situation so bad…
But anyway. I didn't really know what to think of Drew at the time, and I sort of hung out with him on Saturday afternoon and had tea with him as well. I felt I did have some obligation toward him because we had kissed, even if he hadn't asked me out formally. He would though. I was confident back on Saturday that everything would turn out to be a big joke, and that Drew and I would be like Rhapsody and Henry were. Are. Well, their relationship is weakening too!
Drew and I always talked about the most random things. We were having a comparison of Muggle cars and how they were cool, even if they were non-magic. "What I find odd about them, Lily, is just how small they are in the backseat." His voice dropped lower when he said "backseat", and he gave me a look.
I knew exactly what he was saying, for everyone can expect a perverted joke from a teenage guy. So I grinned and said, "I notice wizards don't have any sort of equivalent to cars…" For Drew is pureblood, even if he has driven in a magically enchanted car.
This made Drew throw back his head and laugh, for we were both speaking on two levels. "What, are you trying to say that Muggles get more action?"
I smiled cheekily in his face, which seemed to unleash something inside him. He reached out and began tickling my stomach, and that made me shriek and lunge back at him. I'm probably the most ticklish person in the world, and I had to get him back. I just had to.
But in the midst of this massive tickle fight, he just stood up, and left. He'd previously been going for the pressure point on my knees, and I'd grabbed a handful of his abundant brown hair. But then, all of a sudden, he stood up. My hand was wrenched from his hair and I fell back onto the couch we'd been sitting on in the common room, while he turned back for a second to see my puzzled face. "Gotta go, Lill-pill," he said. "Catch you later."
Then he strode purposefully up to the boy's dormitory, and left me puzzled and alone in front of the blazing fire. The clock struck six.
At that moment, I was pretty sure something was afoot; of course, Iwent and consulted Morgan about it. If she was truly going to find out what the hell was going on, she needed to know everything.
But as I passed one of the cushy armchairs in a corner away from the fire, I saw Rhapsody on Henry's lap. This didn't surprise me, so I gave it no second glance. However, when the angry sounds assaulted my ears, it was all I could do not to look over and see what was going on. They were fighting bitterly, but I couldn't tell what about.
Anyway, I walked up to my year's dorm in search of Morgan. She wasn't to be found, so instead I plopped down onto my bed and pulled out a Muggle novel of mine. Maybe I could get lost in the perplexities of other's troubles. Alas, this didn't work. I took a nap.
During the dinner, I saw Morgan beckon to me. She was sitting over toward Marina and Clara (two others in our year), while I was sitting with Rhapsody and Henry DiFabrico. As soon as I walked over and sat down, she whispered in my ear, "I found out some stuff. Let's go to the common room." So she bid adieu to Marina and Clara and we walked off together. I was carrying a tart, because they are really good.
We bypassed the common room once we got past the portrait. Everyone knows that common rooms are filled with listening and tracking spells, and Morgan wanted to talk to me without anyone else listening in. Up at our destination, the dorm, I sat down on my bed and she sat on hers. "Lily, Lily, Lily," she sighed, her eyes fixed on the ceiling.
"Oh, gosh," I said. "What have I gotten myself into now?"
"It's not that bad," she replied, her words echoing my own from just half a day before.
I stood up and wandered over to the window, where I leaned against the cold, smooth glass of the pane. "Spill."
Morgan sighed again, abreath that bounced across the room. "Well, I found out what it was about." I listened quietly. "I was on my way to lunch when I passed by the Charms' classroom. It was empty of ol' what's-his-face, so I passed it. I had just wanted to talk to the professor about the Star Charm, you know?"
My finger traced a pattern in the stars…Venus to the North Star to span Orion's belt again and again. Through the darkness, I could feel Morgan looking at me. I twisted my head back and nodded, the stars swirling behind me.
"But right when I passed it, I heard Chris's voice, and it was saying something about the bet," Morgan went on. "The Bet…it was some sort of gamble between them about who they'd ask to this party they're having in Hogsmeade. It had to be someone they'd…done stuff…with, and it had to be someone they'd started going out with in the past week. Oh, and they were names drawn out of a hat."
"Who were the people having the party?" I turned around for a second to see her expression. "And how was my name in there?"
Morgan shook her head, and exhaled loudly. It wasn't the last she'd sigh that night. "I think it was just that group that's always around Chris and Drew, you know who they are."
I nodded, thinking about their little "clique". Chris and Drew, surrounded by the stragglers and wannabes, with a little core of Chris, Drew, and Eric. Above them, aloof and aloft, stand James, Remus, and Sirius, the top of the dating scale.
"Your name was in there because you haven't gone out with them before, I think. That's just a guess though."
I heard Morgan walk over to me. She put her hand on my back and shut her eyes. "I know you're going to be okay. You always are," she said.
If she hadn't said that I probably would have felt it a lot harder. But it made me think: I mean, I am strong. I've come out of so much shit, all the better for it. Drew isn't worth anything…it's not like I even ever really cared for him. It's only my pride that's suffered a bit; plus, revenge is always sweet.
Love,
Lily
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Thursday:
Dear Diary,
At first I thought that I'd gotten Drew back for what he'd done to me. You see, the party was Monday night. On Sunday, I led him to believe that I still liked him. I kissed him, I talked with him, I even helped him with one of those damn Potions' essays. Monday morning, I dumped his ass. Well, since we weren't really going out, I suppose it's not really dumping. But I said, "Drew, I'm sorry but I don't think we should see each other any more." You see, I was kind of thinking it was like saying "I never want to see you again." But it could also be seen as "No romantic ties to you any more!" So whatever I did, he understood that I don't want to talk to him any more.
But yesterday, I found he was spreading rumors. Stupid rumors, saying things like he only liked me because I put out. And that he thought I was an ugly girl anyway. Chris and Eric backed him up, and now I'm in the doghouse with so many of my guy friends.
It's time for revenge.
Love,
Lily
(A/N: this is a little explanation for you. Go read chapter one's first paragraph if you still don't remember…)
Previous Entry: August 1
Today I went to the park just to get away. Johanna and I had had a something set up, but it was really just to get away from my house. We both mostly sat on the stream bank, trying to skip stones across the water's surface. For lunch, she bought me some food from a vendor. When I got back at about eight, maybe (I tried to prolong going home for as much time as I could), Petunia met me at the door. My mother was right behind her, with a weird grin on her face. "Some religious cult killed our neighbors across the way. Claiming to do it in the name of some crap about You-Know-Who. The police can't find hide nor tail of the killers, and if I hadn't seen the whole thing, they would have thought that those people just keeled over. Perfectly healthy, imagine that. Just dead."
Shock. "Jeff?"
"Yeah, he was there. He died, too." Oh! So callously and bluntly spoken.
I cringed. And fled upstairs. Why Jeff? Why sweet, nice, awesome Jeff? Jeff who took me on a date last summer. Jeff who I shared my childhood with.
James, the stupid prat, is knocking on my door. I won't open it till September first.
Love,
Lily
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A/N: Hey guys. I'm sorry about any confusion. I went undercover with my name and the title of this story. I hope that you can still find it, and I guess you did or you wouldn't be reading it. Hopefully it's all in your all's review history? But yes, thanks for reviewing, and I loved seeing them, and reading them. Keep it up! Yay!
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