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the plot and any characters you don't recognise, like Lily's friends.
Lily climbed off Chestnut's back and slide onto the cobbled street, somewhat disorientated from the feeling of her stomach rising and falling inside her, despite the fact that she was not moving anymore.
She petted his head and straightened up her skirt, smoothing out her top and shaking out her body slightly, getting feeling back to her limbs.
She smiled her glossy smile, gave Chestnut a hug and walked down the main street, taking a left turn into a side street. She placed her hands in her pockets and walked down the street, towards an old boarded up building, dank and derelict.
Lily got up to the door and knocked three times, in quick succession. The door swung open, bright light bursting out, causing Lily to throw her arm up to shield her eyes as they adjusted to the sudden brightness. She squinted and made out the outline of a large, beefy man standing in the doorway.
'Name?' he grunted at her.
'Lily Evans.' She stated quietly, almost a whisper. She looked up at him under her eyelashes. His face was almost familiar...
'Mark?' she asked suddenly.
He looked at her curiously. 'Lily-flower?' he asked, almost hopefully.
'You betcha, Mark-o!' she grinned, flashing him her most dazzling smile in hopes of being allowed into the club. 'So... can I come in?' she asked, trailing off hopefully.
'I'm sorry, Lils, but Dumbledore made us promise last year that we wouldn't let no more of you students in here unless it was holidays. I'm sorry, Lils.' He looked to the side and pouted slightly, as if he wished he could let Lily in desperately.
'C'mon Mark,' Lily whined. 'Please?' she wheedled.
'Lils, I'm sorry. I could lose my job if I let you in. Not to mention the fact that you could get expelled, and with only a year left, it would be an awful waste, Lily, a terrible waste.'
'Okay, I suppose you're right, as always,' she stuck out her tongue childishly at Mark as she turned to walk back up the alley.
'Ciao, Bella!' Mark called after her slowly retreating back, before slamming the door shut.
Lily walked slowly through the darkening ally way and once again, her thoughts jumped to James, as they seemed to eventually stray to no matter what she started off thinking about.
She missed his cocky trademark smile, the way he always had that 'I've-just-rolled-out-of-bed' look about him, the way he'd cuddle her late at night when it felt the world was closing in on her, the way he looked when he was confused, the way how he always knew the right thing to say at the right time, but mostly she missed the way he would sneak up behind her, wrap his arms around her waist, pull her against him and whisper huskily in her ear so no-one else had any clue, and they were both just in their own world. That's what she missed most.
She shook her head slightly, trying to clear the feeling that it was full of lead.
'Lily?' asked a soft voice. Her head snapped up at the voice – the voice. The one that haunted her every step, her every breath, her dreams and nightmares. She saw the figure silhouetted against the brick wall, slightly hunched as if he was scared or nervous.
Lily bit her lip as her eyes filled with tears. 'What are you doing here? How did you get here, and how did you know I'd be here?' she asked softly, meekly. She seemed to droop slightly, her shoulders slumping in defeat. She had hoped to get some more alone time before she had to face him, and yet here he was, right in front of her.
'Lils...' he began weakly. 'I can't begin to apologise for what happened. I thought... well, I'd owled you... you didn't reply, Lils... I thought you'd left me.'
'You didn't owl me, Potter.' She spat, suddenly gaining the fiery temper she was known for. She stared down at him with immense distaste, spitting out his name as if it were mud on her tongue. James winced.
'Lily... please!' he begged. 'I did owl you. Hundreds of times, and you... you didn't return one, not one!' He gained a bit more spine as he thought of the nights he spent tossing and turning, worried out of his mind about Lily's safety. 'You didn't reply to a single – fucking – one! Do you have any idea of how much that hurt? You think that after trying to get you for three years, I'd stop when I finally got you? Do you have any idea how stupid that would make me?'
'I don't know, Potter. Maybe you are stupid enough to do that. I mean, I do have evidence of you being far from celibate. Photographic evidence, Potter. Rock – hard – proof!' She smiled triumphantly.
'Speaking of the photos, Lily Evans, where did you get them unless you were there? And if you were there, why didn't you have it out with me then, instead of waiting weeks? That would have made sense, especially for one as logical as you!'
'Potter, why would I go to your house seeing as you didn't owl me, and I did owl you, and never heard from you? And then I get photos sent to me from a friend who says they saw you making out with some little blonde slapper and decided that they would take photos, saying that they know it was harsh and it would cut me deep, but it'd hurt less finding out now than it would finding out weeks down the track, and... and... how could you, James?' she asked with a note of deep regret in her voice. He looked at her, her pale skin, the black trails down her cheeks as her mascara ran, the silent tears slid down her smooth, flawless skin. He looked at her lips, and noticed that her bottom lip was quivering slightly as if she would burst into tears at any moment. He took half a step towards her, and watched as she defensively took a step back.
'Lily... there has to have been something else happening here. You say you sent me owls...'
'I know I sent you owls,' she cut off coldly.
'Okay, you sent me owls,' he amended quickly. 'I know I sent you owls.' He ignored her derisive snort and glanced sharply at her before continuing. 'Someone...must have been intercepting our owls. Someone doesn't want us together.'
'Well, duh!' Lily burst out. 'I don't want us together, James Potter.' She whispered in a deadly soft whisper. 'Not anymore. You had your chance, and you blew it. Big time.' Lily went to brush past him and walk into the busy street just ahead, but was stopped when James wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against him.
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Lily climbed off Chestnut's back and slide onto the cobbled street, somewhat disorientated from the feeling of her stomach rising and falling inside her, despite the fact that she was not moving anymore.
She petted his head and straightened up her skirt, smoothing out her top and shaking out her body slightly, getting feeling back to her limbs.
She smiled her glossy smile, gave Chestnut a hug and walked down the main street, taking a left turn into a side street. She placed her hands in her pockets and walked down the street, towards an old boarded up building, dank and derelict.
Lily got up to the door and knocked three times, in quick succession. The door swung open, bright light bursting out, causing Lily to throw her arm up to shield her eyes as they adjusted to the sudden brightness. She squinted and made out the outline of a large, beefy man standing in the doorway.
'Name?' he grunted at her.
'Lily Evans.' She stated quietly, almost a whisper. She looked up at him under her eyelashes. His face was almost familiar...
'Mark?' she asked suddenly.
He looked at her curiously. 'Lily-flower?' he asked, almost hopefully.
'You betcha, Mark-o!' she grinned, flashing him her most dazzling smile in hopes of being allowed into the club. 'So... can I come in?' she asked, trailing off hopefully.
'I'm sorry, Lils, but Dumbledore made us promise last year that we wouldn't let no more of you students in here unless it was holidays. I'm sorry, Lils.' He looked to the side and pouted slightly, as if he wished he could let Lily in desperately.
'C'mon Mark,' Lily whined. 'Please?' she wheedled.
'Lils, I'm sorry. I could lose my job if I let you in. Not to mention the fact that you could get expelled, and with only a year left, it would be an awful waste, Lily, a terrible waste.'
'Okay, I suppose you're right, as always,' she stuck out her tongue childishly at Mark as she turned to walk back up the alley.
'Ciao, Bella!' Mark called after her slowly retreating back, before slamming the door shut.
Lily walked slowly through the darkening ally way and once again, her thoughts jumped to James, as they seemed to eventually stray to no matter what she started off thinking about.
She missed his cocky trademark smile, the way he always had that 'I've-just-rolled-out-of-bed' look about him, the way he'd cuddle her late at night when it felt the world was closing in on her, the way he looked when he was confused, the way how he always knew the right thing to say at the right time, but mostly she missed the way he would sneak up behind her, wrap his arms around her waist, pull her against him and whisper huskily in her ear so no-one else had any clue, and they were both just in their own world. That's what she missed most.
She shook her head slightly, trying to clear the feeling that it was full of lead.
'Lily?' asked a soft voice. Her head snapped up at the voice – the voice. The one that haunted her every step, her every breath, her dreams and nightmares. She saw the figure silhouetted against the brick wall, slightly hunched as if he was scared or nervous.
Lily bit her lip as her eyes filled with tears. 'What are you doing here? How did you get here, and how did you know I'd be here?' she asked softly, meekly. She seemed to droop slightly, her shoulders slumping in defeat. She had hoped to get some more alone time before she had to face him, and yet here he was, right in front of her.
'Lils...' he began weakly. 'I can't begin to apologise for what happened. I thought... well, I'd owled you... you didn't reply, Lils... I thought you'd left me.'
'You didn't owl me, Potter.' She spat, suddenly gaining the fiery temper she was known for. She stared down at him with immense distaste, spitting out his name as if it were mud on her tongue. James winced.
'Lily... please!' he begged. 'I did owl you. Hundreds of times, and you... you didn't return one, not one!' He gained a bit more spine as he thought of the nights he spent tossing and turning, worried out of his mind about Lily's safety. 'You didn't reply to a single – fucking – one! Do you have any idea of how much that hurt? You think that after trying to get you for three years, I'd stop when I finally got you? Do you have any idea how stupid that would make me?'
'I don't know, Potter. Maybe you are stupid enough to do that. I mean, I do have evidence of you being far from celibate. Photographic evidence, Potter. Rock – hard – proof!' She smiled triumphantly.
'Speaking of the photos, Lily Evans, where did you get them unless you were there? And if you were there, why didn't you have it out with me then, instead of waiting weeks? That would have made sense, especially for one as logical as you!'
'Potter, why would I go to your house seeing as you didn't owl me, and I did owl you, and never heard from you? And then I get photos sent to me from a friend who says they saw you making out with some little blonde slapper and decided that they would take photos, saying that they know it was harsh and it would cut me deep, but it'd hurt less finding out now than it would finding out weeks down the track, and... and... how could you, James?' she asked with a note of deep regret in her voice. He looked at her, her pale skin, the black trails down her cheeks as her mascara ran, the silent tears slid down her smooth, flawless skin. He looked at her lips, and noticed that her bottom lip was quivering slightly as if she would burst into tears at any moment. He took half a step towards her, and watched as she defensively took a step back.
'Lily... there has to have been something else happening here. You say you sent me owls...'
'I know I sent you owls,' she cut off coldly.
'Okay, you sent me owls,' he amended quickly. 'I know I sent you owls.' He ignored her derisive snort and glanced sharply at her before continuing. 'Someone...must have been intercepting our owls. Someone doesn't want us together.'
'Well, duh!' Lily burst out. 'I don't want us together, James Potter.' She whispered in a deadly soft whisper. 'Not anymore. You had your chance, and you blew it. Big time.' Lily went to brush past him and walk into the busy street just ahead, but was stopped when James wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against him.
A/N: How'd you like that chapter? Drama, drama, drama. How bitchy is she? Pretty bitchy. REVIEW REVIEW... I love your opinions!