Hazel Gryffindor
Author: J.E.A.R.K.Potter (Erin)
Rating: R
A/N: Sorry it has taken me so long to update.
Miranda G. Potter: Well, she just doesn't know enough, and here you go!
Jackie: Yeah I hope this is better and you never know the teddy bear might come back it flashback! Wink, wink
zay: Well, what can I say other than all the stuff you listed has already happen!
Chapter Two: Family Meeting and Life
Uncle Tom got out of the car. I opened my own door. My house stood before us. It is two stories high with six windows. I don't feel like going inside right now. I fall onto the swing bench. Forward. Backward. What is going on with James? Forward. Backward. Have I changed or has he? Forward. Backward. Stop.
I hear Uncle Tom inside, "I won't be here for a while… my job is calling me away."
His job? What is his job? I really don't know that much about Uncle Tom other than he is a wizard. Why is he so secretive? The swing starts to rock again. Forward. Backward. Maybe my imagination is just going wild again. Forward. Backward. Uncle Tom is leaving and he isn't even looking at me. Forward. Backward. Stop. Might as well go inside now.
Mother looks at me as I slammed the door shut. She hates it when I do that. Her voice broke the silence. "So, Lily how was your day?"
"Fine," I mutter.
"Really? What did you and James do today?"
"Played chess and just talked, I guess."
"I hope you two had fun," I love my mum, but I really don't feel like talking.
"Oh… lunch will be ready soon," I think she picked up on it.
"All right."
I walked up the stairs. The second floor hallway that I was in had four doorways. Each door was a different color as if it was describing our personalities. Petunia's door was a soft oink with her namesake dotting it at random points, girly and unpredictable. My parents' is a nice and strong red, deep like their love for each other and their children. The bathroom door is blue and calm. It did not have real personality unless the sink and tub are tranquil. My door is green; lively I guess.
Personalities are always hard for people to figure out when they are about themselves. I can tell what James's is though, his is brave most of the time but there are moments when he is a complete wreak and is afraid. I wonder if we would have been friends if it hadn't been for my uncle. Maybe we wouldn't even know that the other exists!
I walk in my door. I got it repainted two years ago as I left my pink stage. Now it is a cool blue. Everything is a shade of it except for the carpet, which is neutral beige. The bedspread is a deep blue like the ocean deep. The wall are an aqua, but more blue than green. My curtains are blue like rain drifting from the rod to the floor but never spilling. In whole my room is a vast abyss of blue.
I collapse on my bed to think. Huh… there is nothing to think about so I might as well read my favorite series The Earth People. It has everything, adventure, romance, and angst.
I open to my favorite page in the third book. The chapter is called "confused", 'Andi and Det stared into each other's eyes. Andi raised her hand to graze across the planes of Det's face. Det leaned into the warm touch.'
Huh ah. I can't help it I love these romances even though I would never tell James because he would just laugh at me. I wish I had a love like that, someone to care for my unconditionally, someone to die for me.
I also want to do something worth noting. Not famous, per say, but enough that people remember me. Well, aren't my goals high, a storybook romance and to be everlasting.
A/N: R/R!
