a/n: dear MACKENZIE, thank you for your lovely review. i do appreciate the fact that you don't like my story. and technically, i dont really care. no one told you to read it. and if you think its plagerism, go ahead. but did i not specifically say that my story was inspired by the book? and usually what that means is that the stories would be similar. but even if they are similar, i hope you see that both plot lines are very different. but you cant see, so i guess that cant be my fault. and its ok if you dont think i'm doing a good job. its ok if you think i'm not trying. no, you're right. i'm NOT trying; things just come to me. so its not really trying is it? no. but even if you dont think its good, then thats great, because i like hearing feedback. but wait - if i'm not doing a good job on it, maybe you could do a better one. i'd like to see YOU do it actually. and obviously you cant, seeing as your review isn't signed in which means you havent even written anything. or maybe you're scared and you wont let me know what your name is incase your story is horrible. but most likely, you dont have a story. so dont coming all onto me saying plagerism. i'm the one with the story - not you bitch. so whatever. if you hate my story so much, stop reading it. but you cant because you're going to come back. come back all the time. dont deny the fact that i'm right. youre gonna come back because my story s so good that you cant help it but you're going to hate me because of this. as i've said before, i dont care. as God bid it, i cant please everyone; and i'm not going to go all out my way just to please YOU. because there are other people more worth it to please. but do come back and sign again. i must warn you though, you can only review once every chapter, and i wont be updating frequently because i have gunbound guild battles to attend to. cheery oh.
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on with the story.
Okay girl, get a hold of yourself. James Potter won't bother you. He promised to keep your secrets safe... but what does he mean by occasional slips? Okay, lets not think about him. What time is it? Oh good, it's already four. Two more hours before work is done. Two more hours before work is done?! How the fuck am I suppossed to last two hours?! UGH!! Why is everything SO unfair?! What did I do to deserve this punishment?! Okay, fine. I get it. It must be for killing Petunia's myna bird is it? Well, technically, I didn't kill it. It wasn't MY fault. It was Smog's fault. Smog being my owl. I mean, it wasn't MY fault Smog had to come out to stretch his wings. It wasn't MY fault Petunia set her dumb bird loose too. It wasn't MY fault Smog suddenly spotted the stupid myna. It wasn't my fault that Smog shot out of nowhere and suddenly grabbed the myna with his talons. It wasn't MY fault that Smog ate him. I just stood therw watching the whole proccess. Coincidentally, so did Petunia. So since Smog is MY owl, it's MY fault and I get in trouble. Seriously, how shitty is that? I know! And my stupid parents didn't get me a new scale for potions because of that. Yeah, them parentals were always on her side. Well, still are actually. Petunia's the older, wiser one. Yeah right. Petunia's the scary one. That's why they listen. Yes, my sister yells at my parents and they obey her every command. Although my parents boast about me, they'll always be on Petunia's side. But that's okay. I don't need them anymore. I have my own life, in my own flat, with a roomate.
This isn't punishment for killing the mynba bird! I've already served my punishment by sleeping in the cold basement for the summer holiday after coming back from third year. But it wasn't that bad because that summer was pretty much like a sauna to the maximum degree. So I was quite comfortable. I just acted all cold and shivery when they checked on me. Anyway, no, this isn't punishment for that. This is punishment for breaking a mirror. For breaking Marisa's magic mirror! Marisa was one of the Gryffindor girls I bunked with for seven years. I broke her magic mirror during my first month ever at Hogwarts by accidentally stepping on it. It made itself look like the floor! Stupid magic mirror. Anyway, after breaking a mirror, you get seven years bad luck right? Maybe the seven years have just decided to come up and screw me over right now. Hey wait a minute - seven years. I broke that thing during first year. I've spent exactly seven years at Hogwarts. Everything was great except for.. James Potter! Seven years of bad luck meant seven years with James! Well, I survived that didnt I? If i can manage seven years, I can manage two hours. And then the next week. And the week after that. But this is different! School was seven years! Work is a lifetime! A lifetime with James Potter?! Watch me die within the next three years. I guarantee it. Why is this so stupid??
As I was thinking about all this, James Potter comes back, once again, to lean over my wall. I look up to see him smiling down. I cock up an eyebrow in answer. "Hello Lily," he says. "I was meaning to ask you something."
Ask me something? I scoff. "Ask me what?"
He looked a little nervous, shuffling his feet and all. "Er.. would you like to go out for a drink?"
Is he serious? I just came back from one three hours ago! "No thank you. My coffee break was enough to last me for the remainder of the day."
"How about tomorrow?" he asks again. His nervousness is all gone now. He's still trying.
"I'm busy." There. That's something no one questions.
"With what?" he inquires, leaning forward. Why is questioning my answer?
"Uh.. family affairs," I say. There, No one can interfere wth family. And good, that's stumped him. He's just standing there.
"How about friday?" he tries again. Ok, seriously. Does he not get my hint? Okay Lily. You hafta be straight with him now.
I sit up in my chair and look right at him. "How about no?'"
Oh BURN! Good job Lily! He's finally stopped bugging you. He looks at me though, with this hurt expression. And now he's walking slowly and sadly away from my desk. That should show him. So why do I not feel so good? No! I hate James Potter. I hate his hair and his stupid smirk. I hate everything about him. So there.
So there.
So how come I still feel so guilty? I look at his back again, still making his way back to his desk. Good job Lily, good job. You officially made him sad and you're now the ultimate bitch case in the office. Stupid James Potter. It's all his fault!
"James, wait," I hear myself calling to him. He immediately stops and snaps back around to face me. His expression full of hope. "I'll go with you on friday," I say. He walks back over to me with such speed. "But I'm bringing Constance with me."
His expression flicks to disappointment, but recovers quickly. He smiles at me. "Constance? As in Kruberra? Who's dating the Vector bloke?"
I nod. Well of course, Everyone knows that. Well, everyone who's been in Hogwarts with Constance and Damien.
"Great! I'll bring Remus along then!" he says in pure delight. I suddenly pause. Remus Lupin with Constance Kruberra. Oh shit.
"You're bringing... Remus?" I ask with hesitation.
"Of course! I haven't seen that bloody fellow since last year! Friday at 8:00pm! No worries Lily, I already have your address." He takes out one of my business cards. How did he get that? Oh well. No time to think. He's already walking away. Oh shit! What have I agreed to?
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"You said I'd WHAT?!"
I've known Constance since first year. I'm currently 19. Which means I've known her for nine years. In those nine years, I've never known her to screech that high.
"Now, don't go blowing yourself up Constance -" I start, but am interupted.
"I CANNOT believe you said I'd go! You KNOW I don't want to!"
Which is quite true. It's not James of course. It's Remus. Okay, let me launch the whole Constance-Remus story. Constance Kruberra and Remus Lupin were childhood friends. I suppose they were pretty close until Hogwarts, when Constance found a girl friends and Remus found his marauders. But nevertheless, they've still stayed close. Let's see.. oh right. Okay, so anyway, Remus liked Constance since second year. Constance liked him since fourth. And it was so obvious, that both of them didn't know it. They maintained a pretty good friendship I suppose. But during our sixth year, everyone thought that the day had come. The day that Remus Lupin, nice, smart and good looking guy would ask Constnace, shy, sensitive, utterly pretty girl, out. And I could vouch for Remus. He was actually getting ready to ask her out. Until Damien Vector. Yep, Damien Vector ruined it all. He got there before good ol' Remus did. And Constance, confused, agreed. And then Remus found out and was heart broken. Poor old chap. Till this day, Constance is still mad at Remus for not asking her out, and Remus is still mad at Constance for agreeing to Damien's offer.
Now, I have nothing against Damien. He's nice, and sweet, and Constance is actually quite happy with him. But I think he knew about the Constance-Remus situation. So he just waltzes in and steals the show. Oh well, that's all in the past now. But I do feel sorry for Constance and Remus. I personally think that they'd make a far better couple, since they've known each other since birth and all. So ever since then, Constance has never spoken a word to Remus, and he to Constance. She must be mad at me right now. Her eyes are glowing.
"Well," I say tentively, "I thought it'd be fun."
Next thing I know, she's gone all hulk on me. "FUN? YOU THINK IT'D BE FUN?! ARE YOU CRAZY?!"
Well, I said I thought it'd be fun. I didn't say it would be fun. And I am NOT crazy. "I'm not crazy; I'm just a little unwell."
"Well, if you were so mad about the James Potter situation, did you HAVE to pull me down with you?"
Thats is so not true! I didn't pull her down with me! Besides, it's just a short little drink.
"Calm down, Constance," I reply, standing up and trying to push her down to sit. "It's just a short little drink. And besides, I'll be there. You won't even have to look at Remus."
"Who said it was Remus?" she asks. She's so stubborn. She's also so difficult sometimes. And right now is one of those times.
"It's not Remus? Okay then, you two have some catching up to do."
"I refuse to speak with Remus!"
Okay.. WHAT?! She says it's not Remus yet she refuses to speak with him?
"Please Constance!" I beg, on my knees to where she's sitting down. I could really look helpless if I wanted to. "Please just come? I can't be by myself with James! You know I can't. Here, I'll talk to Remus and you can talk to James!"
She looks hard at me. Finally, she sighs and nods her head. "Fine, I'll go. But You're paying for me."
She gets up from the couch and into her room. I guess I deserve that; not even telling her and agreeing with someone else that she'd come along. But if it weren't Remus, I know she'd come. But she'd come even if it were Remus; she misses him. I could tell. but she can't think about him because of Damien. Wow.. look at that. Drama! Drama drama drama!