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bI'll Cry These Tears/b
Chapter 2 – What a Trying Week!
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"That was a really horrible thing for Sirius to say about you," Amelia glowered, following Lily back to the common room.
"It doesn't matter, Amy, I really couldn't give a flying pig what he thinks." Lily smiled benevolently. "I don't need his help on the assignment anyway."
"That's completely not the point. He owes you an apology!"
"Amy, just drop it. I'm not asking for an apology and he's not asking for me to forgive him. Sirius Black doesn't work that way. If he doesn't like someone, he doesn't like someone. He makes it known to the world." Amy looked doubtful.
"If he's exactly like that, then why do so many girls drool over him and call him one of the nicest guys at Hogwarts?" Amelia watched Lily think, waiting expectantly.
"Don't know. Maybe they're all gullible?"
Amy rolled her eyes and pulled her book out of her bag, sitting down on the couch in front of the fire and opening it at her previously dog-eared page. "Maybe. But he must have at least some particle of nice in him if they all think so."
Amelia quickly shut up as the Marauders walked into the common room, Sirius looking especially guilty. He glanced up and locked sight with Lily, his eyes full of compunction. He began to walk over, but Lily turned and walked up the stairs to the girls' dorms without a backward glance.
Lily thought Sirius was just as bad as James, if not worse. Both incredibly arrogant, big-headed, liked to throw their weight around, just basically being gits. She quickly grabbed her stuff off from her dorm and ran to the showers, shivering with cold.
She turned the shower on hastily, hopping in when the water finally warmed up. She relaxed as she felt the red-hot water cascading over her back and relaxing her muscles. She could feel the rigidity of her back and shoulders lessening and reposing. Lily enjoyed having showers immensely.
Having a shower somehow seemed to take her away from the rest of the world, pulled her out from the constant cycle of everyday life and gave her a different perspective. If something was bugging her she would leave for a prolonged placid shower and have a long hard think about her problems.
Half an hour later, she stepped out of the shower feeling thoroughly better. Some girls had a good hard cry when life got them down, Lily Evans simply went for a long shower. She knew what she was going to do. She wasn't going to let Potter or his little friends bug her anymore, no matter what lengths they went to. Enough was enough; she had spent too much time trying to get them to listen.
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"Evans?" Sirius said cautiously in the library the next day, as he pulled up a chair next to her.
"What do you want?" she snapped, flicking through a textbook.
"I just wanted to... erm... apologize about the other day..." He waited anxiously, desperately hoping that Lily would forgive him. She looked him square in the eye.
"You're forgiven, Black. But if you don't mind I have a lot of work to do." Turning back to her book, she waved her hand towards the door of the library. "Quidditch pitch is that way."
Sirius smiled wryly. "I'm not going to the Quidditch pitch," he announced and pulled out some parchment, quill and ink from his satchel, placing them on the large oak table. He then picked up one of the books Lily had selected and began scanning through it for information.
"Suit yourself," she snapped and ignored him.
Three hours later, exhausted and pleased with her work, Lily slammed her book shut. She shot a triumphant look at Sirius who was still immersed in 'Animagus Gone Awry'. He glanced up and looked at her closed book.
"Have we finished?" he asked, quietly closing his also.
"Almost," she answered bleakly, picking up the seventeen and a half inches of writing. "Another half an inch and we'll be done."
Sirius nodded. "I'll finish it," he concluded, leaning over and snatching the parchment before she could protest. Lily looked as if she were about to give a snide comment but she clamped her mouth shut, looking doubtful.
"You're sure?" she asked finally, gathering up her things and putting them in her satchel.
"Positive," he answered, giving her a dazzling smile. The smile he was famous for. Lily couldn't help but smile back. She stood up and nodded Sirius goodbye before leaving the library.
She walked back in silence, contemplating what had happened in the library with confusion.
Sirius had been nice to her... even smiled. He had offered to finish the project, apologized about the previous day and gotten on with his homework without complaint.
Lily felt the sudden urge to run to the hospital wing and tell of Black's symptoms to Madame Pomfrey. Perhaps she would be able to explain his strange behavior towards her better than her own brain was doing.
She walked through the portrait hole door and was relieved to find that she was alone in the common room. The last thing she needed was company, she just felt like being isolated, alone. If only for a little while.
iWhat a trying week I've had! Only three weeks ago I was at home, blissfully unaware of the torments school would have on me when I got back. Not the school, that's easy enough, but the people. The idea of mingling with the other students again is daunting. Don't get me wrong, I have no problems with making friends, being friendly or talking to other people. It's the acting the way I'm not, pretending stupid things matter and dealing with people I don't like that I wasn't looking forward to. And this week it came in full swing.
First it was Potter. Again. Getting the sixth years into trouble in Potions, scoring himself a detention and making me the escort... then he head the nerve to be late, almost getting me in trouble too. He remained the ignorant big head all throughout Transfiguration yesterday, talking all through the lesson and making it hard for anyone to concentrate on what Professor McGonagall was telling us about Animagi. She even hinted that it was going to be a major part of our exams at the end of the year!
Then I was paired with Black for one of the biggest assessments of the year, and he had the audacity to say it would be hell studying with me! The nerve of him. If anything, I should be woeful for having to study with him! Although today wasn't as bad. He did apologize and it seemed sincere. You can never be too sure though. Hmm... the bright light of my day? Let me think.
I hate to admit it, but I think it may have been when Black gave me that dazzling smile just before I left the library. I usually hate to see him giving that smile to other girls as he flirts and walks past, but I have never been on the receiving end of one. I think I may have begun to understand why girls admire him so much. Although I would rather die than admit that to anyone, it's true. And it hurts my pride slightly to know that I think that way. But... maybe he isn't as bad as I thought he was after all?/center
James walked into the common room alone. He breathed in deeply. Too much attention made James feel crowded and sometimes it felt good to just walk into an empty room. No one fawning over him, no one admiring him, glaring at him, sighing at him. Sometimes it was just too much. He had been practicing catching the snitch on the Quidditch Pitch while Peter watched on in awe. He chuckled as he remembered Peter's amazed face. That boy was so easy to please. The chuckle ended abruptly when he saw a flame of red hair glinting on the cushions of the couch beside the fire.
He tiptoed over and watched Lily intently, loving the way the firelight licked over her hair, highlighting it and making it look as if it we dancing. Her face, so peaceful and serene as she slept and her eyelashes, a dark black against her pale white face. Her lips were full and instead of the soft pink he usually admired, they were a beautiful red because of the light. He wondered why she was so beautiful to him. No one else ever seemed to take much notice of Lily but her hair was hardly unnoticeable.
It was by far the reddest, brightest head of hair than anyone else at Hogwarts and her eyes were the most vibrant green he'd ever seen. He saw Lily everywhere he went even when he didn't want to, which seldom ever happened. Even if she wasn't anywhere to be found her image was imprinted in his memory. But something else caught his eye, distracting him from his thoughts and itching his curiosity.
Her diary... lying open in her arms. He leaned over, eager to catch a glimpse of her neat handwriting, cursive and girlish. It was open on a new page, only one line written and it was obviously carried over from the previous page. i"maybe he isn't as bad as I thought he was after all?"/i
James smiled inwardly and walked away, his insides squirming happily.
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bI'll Cry These Tears/b
Chapter 2 – What a Trying Week!
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"That was a really horrible thing for Sirius to say about you," Amelia glowered, following Lily back to the common room.
"It doesn't matter, Amy, I really couldn't give a flying pig what he thinks." Lily smiled benevolently. "I don't need his help on the assignment anyway."
"That's completely not the point. He owes you an apology!"
"Amy, just drop it. I'm not asking for an apology and he's not asking for me to forgive him. Sirius Black doesn't work that way. If he doesn't like someone, he doesn't like someone. He makes it known to the world." Amy looked doubtful.
"If he's exactly like that, then why do so many girls drool over him and call him one of the nicest guys at Hogwarts?" Amelia watched Lily think, waiting expectantly.
"Don't know. Maybe they're all gullible?"
Amy rolled her eyes and pulled her book out of her bag, sitting down on the couch in front of the fire and opening it at her previously dog-eared page. "Maybe. But he must have at least some particle of nice in him if they all think so."
Amelia quickly shut up as the Marauders walked into the common room, Sirius looking especially guilty. He glanced up and locked sight with Lily, his eyes full of compunction. He began to walk over, but Lily turned and walked up the stairs to the girls' dorms without a backward glance.
Lily thought Sirius was just as bad as James, if not worse. Both incredibly arrogant, big-headed, liked to throw their weight around, just basically being gits. She quickly grabbed her stuff off from her dorm and ran to the showers, shivering with cold.
She turned the shower on hastily, hopping in when the water finally warmed up. She relaxed as she felt the red-hot water cascading over her back and relaxing her muscles. She could feel the rigidity of her back and shoulders lessening and reposing. Lily enjoyed having showers immensely.
Having a shower somehow seemed to take her away from the rest of the world, pulled her out from the constant cycle of everyday life and gave her a different perspective. If something was bugging her she would leave for a prolonged placid shower and have a long hard think about her problems.
Half an hour later, she stepped out of the shower feeling thoroughly better. Some girls had a good hard cry when life got them down, Lily Evans simply went for a long shower. She knew what she was going to do. She wasn't going to let Potter or his little friends bug her anymore, no matter what lengths they went to. Enough was enough; she had spent too much time trying to get them to listen.
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"Evans?" Sirius said cautiously in the library the next day, as he pulled up a chair next to her.
"What do you want?" she snapped, flicking through a textbook.
"I just wanted to... erm... apologize about the other day..." He waited anxiously, desperately hoping that Lily would forgive him. She looked him square in the eye.
"You're forgiven, Black. But if you don't mind I have a lot of work to do." Turning back to her book, she waved her hand towards the door of the library. "Quidditch pitch is that way."
Sirius smiled wryly. "I'm not going to the Quidditch pitch," he announced and pulled out some parchment, quill and ink from his satchel, placing them on the large oak table. He then picked up one of the books Lily had selected and began scanning through it for information.
"Suit yourself," she snapped and ignored him.
Three hours later, exhausted and pleased with her work, Lily slammed her book shut. She shot a triumphant look at Sirius who was still immersed in 'Animagus Gone Awry'. He glanced up and looked at her closed book.
"Have we finished?" he asked, quietly closing his also.
"Almost," she answered bleakly, picking up the seventeen and a half inches of writing. "Another half an inch and we'll be done."
Sirius nodded. "I'll finish it," he concluded, leaning over and snatching the parchment before she could protest. Lily looked as if she were about to give a snide comment but she clamped her mouth shut, looking doubtful.
"You're sure?" she asked finally, gathering up her things and putting them in her satchel.
"Positive," he answered, giving her a dazzling smile. The smile he was famous for. Lily couldn't help but smile back. She stood up and nodded Sirius goodbye before leaving the library.
She walked back in silence, contemplating what had happened in the library with confusion.
Sirius had been nice to her... even smiled. He had offered to finish the project, apologized about the previous day and gotten on with his homework without complaint.
Lily felt the sudden urge to run to the hospital wing and tell of Black's symptoms to Madame Pomfrey. Perhaps she would be able to explain his strange behavior towards her better than her own brain was doing.
She walked through the portrait hole door and was relieved to find that she was alone in the common room. The last thing she needed was company, she just felt like being isolated, alone. If only for a little while.
iWhat a trying week I've had! Only three weeks ago I was at home, blissfully unaware of the torments school would have on me when I got back. Not the school, that's easy enough, but the people. The idea of mingling with the other students again is daunting. Don't get me wrong, I have no problems with making friends, being friendly or talking to other people. It's the acting the way I'm not, pretending stupid things matter and dealing with people I don't like that I wasn't looking forward to. And this week it came in full swing.
First it was Potter. Again. Getting the sixth years into trouble in Potions, scoring himself a detention and making me the escort... then he head the nerve to be late, almost getting me in trouble too. He remained the ignorant big head all throughout Transfiguration yesterday, talking all through the lesson and making it hard for anyone to concentrate on what Professor McGonagall was telling us about Animagi. She even hinted that it was going to be a major part of our exams at the end of the year!
Then I was paired with Black for one of the biggest assessments of the year, and he had the audacity to say it would be hell studying with me! The nerve of him. If anything, I should be woeful for having to study with him! Although today wasn't as bad. He did apologize and it seemed sincere. You can never be too sure though. Hmm... the bright light of my day? Let me think.
I hate to admit it, but I think it may have been when Black gave me that dazzling smile just before I left the library. I usually hate to see him giving that smile to other girls as he flirts and walks past, but I have never been on the receiving end of one. I think I may have begun to understand why girls admire him so much. Although I would rather die than admit that to anyone, it's true. And it hurts my pride slightly to know that I think that way. But... maybe he isn't as bad as I thought he was after all?/center
James walked into the common room alone. He breathed in deeply. Too much attention made James feel crowded and sometimes it felt good to just walk into an empty room. No one fawning over him, no one admiring him, glaring at him, sighing at him. Sometimes it was just too much. He had been practicing catching the snitch on the Quidditch Pitch while Peter watched on in awe. He chuckled as he remembered Peter's amazed face. That boy was so easy to please. The chuckle ended abruptly when he saw a flame of red hair glinting on the cushions of the couch beside the fire.
He tiptoed over and watched Lily intently, loving the way the firelight licked over her hair, highlighting it and making it look as if it we dancing. Her face, so peaceful and serene as she slept and her eyelashes, a dark black against her pale white face. Her lips were full and instead of the soft pink he usually admired, they were a beautiful red because of the light. He wondered why she was so beautiful to him. No one else ever seemed to take much notice of Lily but her hair was hardly unnoticeable.
It was by far the reddest, brightest head of hair than anyone else at Hogwarts and her eyes were the most vibrant green he'd ever seen. He saw Lily everywhere he went even when he didn't want to, which seldom ever happened. Even if she wasn't anywhere to be found her image was imprinted in his memory. But something else caught his eye, distracting him from his thoughts and itching his curiosity.
Her diary... lying open in her arms. He leaned over, eager to catch a glimpse of her neat handwriting, cursive and girlish. It was open on a new page, only one line written and it was obviously carried over from the previous page. i"maybe he isn't as bad as I thought he was after all?"/i
James smiled inwardly and walked away, his insides squirming happily.
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