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Lily spent her free time in the library, but now she was looking up- you guessed it, animals with the gift of speech. Not that it was doing her any good; who wanted to know that you could get a talking rat in Africa if you were stuck in London???
At night Lily was the first to bed, though she would never sleep. No, she would read. In the morning she was first up. Not to study, no, to read. She wouldn't take notes in their History class with Binns anymore. No, she would read. She wouldn't study hard at weekends when their teachers said they might have a pop-quiz. No, she would read and fail miserably. Soon, all the teachers began to summon her up at the end of their lesson and give her a 'talk' which sometimes ended up in the teacher shouting as Lily wouldn't listen; no, she rummage around in her bag and pull out a book to read.
It was just a way of life now; Lily was a nobody again. A nobody who had the marauders tailing her true, but a nobody. The marauders of course kept trying to swap her books while she wasn't looking so she would study, but nothing seemed to work; she was just…incapable of fooling.
Three weeks is how long it took. Well, how long it took for Lily to be summoned to the head-masters office. But the marauders were shocked when McGonnagal asked them to help her find Lily; she hadn't showed. High and low they searched, until James managed to persuade Janice (Sirius suspected by threatening her) to tell them where she was. Lily was asleep. In the girls dormitory. And apparently, she wouldn't wake. Remus suspected she was over-tired, Sirius said she was just being lazy, Peter couldn't be bothered to comment (an-Filthy scoundrel), Janice thought Lily was turning into a rebel, McGonnagal went to the head master and James…James went to pick up Thing who was laying by the fire, flashing yellow lights.
'She's tired,'
'Yeah, I got that, but why?'
'I don't know. It's not as if she can talk to me anymore,'
'I still don't get why won't talk,'
'Can't talk, you mean,'
'What are you on about?'
'Never mind, I didn't say anything,'
'Yeah right,'
The weekend of the shopping trip arrived, one week before the ball. Lily was going to Hogsmede alone, and she went later then everyone else to avoid the rush. At noon she walked into the first dress shop she found and started looking through the racks. And then she started thinking; she hadn't been asked to go to the ball, why should she? And then she remember she had to make a big speech…fuck that, had been her first reaction anyway…which of course she couldn't, so surely there was no point in going?
Oh, and then there was the fact she had to open the ball. But after that she could leave, right?
Wrong. Lily had been thinking how everyone ignored her, how she was a nobody. She was the school nobody. Well, no longer was that so. She had figured out the counter curse (kind of) and the ball would be a great way to celebrate. So after the dress, it was time to write a speech, a really fuck-off type speech…
Lily smiled and pulled out a velvet deep red dress. She scowled at the price and picked out a forest green one. Deciding it was to short, she replaced it. She sighed and turned around. She would have gasped, but instead she stared. And stared. And ran to the till to pay.
The next week was a blur. All the time Lily was the same, gloomy, depressed, quiet, and simply staying out the way. But behind that scowl was a smile; a very smug smile indeed. And so the weekend came. And so the day of the ball came. Lily spent the morning before decorating, and now she prepared. Oh wasn't this going to be fun?