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A/N: thank you for all the reviews!!!! ALREADY! I'm thrilled. Anyway here is the next chap.
Lily's POV
August 14, 1975, 7:58 AM Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
I wondered. Oh I wondered why Dumbledore requested Potters' and my presence half a month before school starts. Oh yes. Apparently, we are supposed to organize a beauty contest. And not just any beauty contest. A magical beauty contest. At least this means the contestants will be judged on magical ability…
But still a beauty contest, to be organized with Potter. Oh sparky.
Potters' friends came to see him off at the train station yesterday.
Sometimes I wish I could count on my friends for more than make-up and hair advice.
You can see that he genuinely cares about them. It's sweet.
Actually, I was standing there watching him and I started thinking that maybe I could give him a chance, and maybe he'd change a bit.
I'll admit something. When he looked over and saw me my heart actually rose in my chest, which, for me is totally pathetic.
But then he got this arrogant smirk on his face, and ran his hand through his hair and was like "hey… Evans. So, you, me, Hogsmeade. Sound good?" No joke. That was about when my heart fell a million feet and I got mad. What a jerk! I'll have a proper invitation, thank you kindly.
And then I turned on my heel and climbed onto the train. I sat down in a compartment and looked out the window to see:
Peter: Looking at a bug and pointing at it w/ his wand. ( I really don't want to know…)
Sirius: looking alternatively at the direction I had just left and Potter and Remus with an uncomfortable grin on his face.
Remus: talking to Potter with a kind expression on his face. (why oh why can't Potter be like his friends? WHY)
Potter: looking really.. I don't know. Sad. Disappointed. Well that makes two of us.
As I turned away, Potter looked through the window at me and our eyes met and my heart did that totally pathetic rising thing again. At least until he ran a hand through his hair. Then my heart dropped… again. Honestly, he runs his had through his hair as often or more than that one guy in Grease combed his hair. And to me that was gross.
And now were back at the castle, and Potter hasn't bothered to look or speak to me, except to say "sure" when I suggested a meeting tomorrow to plan this beauty contest. Excuse me. 'Scholarship Fund'.
Sigh.
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