She buried her face in her pillow and cried until her eyes were red and
blotchy. Until she thought that she had no more tears to cry.
Soon she was hiccupping and sitting cross-legged on her bed, hugging her pillow tightly against her body.
Quite suddenly she stopped crying, wiping the tears away from her eyes with the back of her hand and climbing off her bed. She went and sat at her dressing table, her face red and splotchy, her eyes puffy. She sprayed a soothing spray over her face and cast a quick glamour charm so the redness vanished, leaving her skin smooth and creamy.
She applied make-up manually, as she always had done. First a sheer layer of muggle foundation, to help maintain her smooth complexion. Then she added some powdered foundation to keep down shine. She curled her lashes and coated them in a layer of black mascara, so they opened her eyes and made them look more defined, she added a thin line of black around her eyes, bringing them to attention. She knew her eyes were her best feature, dark green with flecks of yellow and blue through them, they could make any guy drown. She then added a sheer pink gloss to her pouty lips, making them shine in the dim light. She swept her auburn hair into a French braid and secured it with a black hair elastic.
She strode across her room and wrenched open her wardrobe, pulling clothes from inside it, holding them against her body and staring at her reflection in the full length mirror attached to the inside door. As she pulled out each item, she tossed it on the bed and kept searching.
Finally, she settled on a denim mini skirt and a scoop neck black halter- top.
The denim mini was faded and frayed at the bottom, and it was like that from wear and tear, the fact that two years earlier – yes, I hadn't changed size in two year, which was good and bad in some ways – when I used to wear it daily and go for walks through the bush in it, getting it muddy and beaten, sunlight and salt water acting as a bleach and draining the colour.
The black halter was loose and had extra material hanging around the breasts, covering them and hanging down about an inch under them in bags, then the stomach pressed in and it was backless except for three strings tied in bows. One at the base of her neck, and two just under her arms.
She slid on a pair of plain black stiletto heals, giving her an extra four inch height to her slight five foot, five inch frame.
She stood in front of the mirror and looked up her long, trim and tanned legs, up the navel, a few inches showing between the end of the skirt and the start of the top, up her body and paused at her throat where a single dragon tear in a sea-green colour sat. She glared at the jewel and ripped it from her throat, casting it away, across the room. She hadn't taken that necklace off in so long, she felt naked without it.
FLASHBACK
Lily was once again curled up in the common room, in an armchair with a book perched on her knees. She was reading it quickly when she felt something come to rest near her throat and someone lifting her hair out of the way.
She turned quickly and heard James' gentle shushing and soothing voice whispering against her head. She smiled and relaxed into his grip, raising her eyebrow curiously.
'It's a gift...as long as you are wearing this necklace, our hearts will always be joined and I will be able to feel what you feel.'
Lily smiled sweetly and lifted the jewel delicately from her throat and looked at it. It seemed to glow and was hypnotizing to look at. She let it drop back against her flesh and threw her arms around James' neck, catching him by surprise as her book tumbled to the floor.
'It's beautiful! Thank you!'
END FLASHBACK
The green jewel pulsed slightly and faded, the dim light that seemed to radiate from it quickly vanishing, leaving behind the dull, empty rock. The fact that she had now tossed it aside, after almost a week, told her that she was finally over James. Over what he had done to her.
She was ready to head out to her favourite club, Crush, in the nearby village of Freremont. She would ride the Hippogriff that she had befriended from the forest. She often found that he was more than willing to help her get around. She ran out of the shared Head dormitory that her and James shared, eager to avoid him at all costs, and grabbed her muggle overcoat, throwing it on as she pushed open the portrait of the giggling pixies who constantly flirted with James, and walked quickly down the corridor, her heels clicking softly.
A/N: Okay, this is to the people who have been reading my story. I've been under counsel to pull the story, review it, and load it slower, and yes, I have a new chapter all ready for you, but I think I will update every few days, in hopes of attracting more readers to my story. I'm sorry to the people who loved my story, but it will be updated with all new stuff soon, I promise. I hope you all like my story.
Soon she was hiccupping and sitting cross-legged on her bed, hugging her pillow tightly against her body.
Quite suddenly she stopped crying, wiping the tears away from her eyes with the back of her hand and climbing off her bed. She went and sat at her dressing table, her face red and splotchy, her eyes puffy. She sprayed a soothing spray over her face and cast a quick glamour charm so the redness vanished, leaving her skin smooth and creamy.
She applied make-up manually, as she always had done. First a sheer layer of muggle foundation, to help maintain her smooth complexion. Then she added some powdered foundation to keep down shine. She curled her lashes and coated them in a layer of black mascara, so they opened her eyes and made them look more defined, she added a thin line of black around her eyes, bringing them to attention. She knew her eyes were her best feature, dark green with flecks of yellow and blue through them, they could make any guy drown. She then added a sheer pink gloss to her pouty lips, making them shine in the dim light. She swept her auburn hair into a French braid and secured it with a black hair elastic.
She strode across her room and wrenched open her wardrobe, pulling clothes from inside it, holding them against her body and staring at her reflection in the full length mirror attached to the inside door. As she pulled out each item, she tossed it on the bed and kept searching.
Finally, she settled on a denim mini skirt and a scoop neck black halter- top.
The denim mini was faded and frayed at the bottom, and it was like that from wear and tear, the fact that two years earlier – yes, I hadn't changed size in two year, which was good and bad in some ways – when I used to wear it daily and go for walks through the bush in it, getting it muddy and beaten, sunlight and salt water acting as a bleach and draining the colour.
The black halter was loose and had extra material hanging around the breasts, covering them and hanging down about an inch under them in bags, then the stomach pressed in and it was backless except for three strings tied in bows. One at the base of her neck, and two just under her arms.
She slid on a pair of plain black stiletto heals, giving her an extra four inch height to her slight five foot, five inch frame.
She stood in front of the mirror and looked up her long, trim and tanned legs, up the navel, a few inches showing between the end of the skirt and the start of the top, up her body and paused at her throat where a single dragon tear in a sea-green colour sat. She glared at the jewel and ripped it from her throat, casting it away, across the room. She hadn't taken that necklace off in so long, she felt naked without it.
FLASHBACK
Lily was once again curled up in the common room, in an armchair with a book perched on her knees. She was reading it quickly when she felt something come to rest near her throat and someone lifting her hair out of the way.
She turned quickly and heard James' gentle shushing and soothing voice whispering against her head. She smiled and relaxed into his grip, raising her eyebrow curiously.
'It's a gift...as long as you are wearing this necklace, our hearts will always be joined and I will be able to feel what you feel.'
Lily smiled sweetly and lifted the jewel delicately from her throat and looked at it. It seemed to glow and was hypnotizing to look at. She let it drop back against her flesh and threw her arms around James' neck, catching him by surprise as her book tumbled to the floor.
'It's beautiful! Thank you!'
END FLASHBACK
The green jewel pulsed slightly and faded, the dim light that seemed to radiate from it quickly vanishing, leaving behind the dull, empty rock. The fact that she had now tossed it aside, after almost a week, told her that she was finally over James. Over what he had done to her.
She was ready to head out to her favourite club, Crush, in the nearby village of Freremont. She would ride the Hippogriff that she had befriended from the forest. She often found that he was more than willing to help her get around. She ran out of the shared Head dormitory that her and James shared, eager to avoid him at all costs, and grabbed her muggle overcoat, throwing it on as she pushed open the portrait of the giggling pixies who constantly flirted with James, and walked quickly down the corridor, her heels clicking softly.
A/N: Okay, this is to the people who have been reading my story. I've been under counsel to pull the story, review it, and load it slower, and yes, I have a new chapter all ready for you, but I think I will update every few days, in hopes of attracting more readers to my story. I'm sorry to the people who loved my story, but it will be updated with all new stuff soon, I promise. I hope you all like my story.