I've always been interested in people, but I've never liked them.
W. Somerset Maugham
Chapter Three
It must have been around eleven when people finally started to come into the First Year dormitory. I had been asleep for about two and a half hours when the giggling of girls shook me from my peaceful dream. It was a pointless dream, to be exact, the one that eleven year old girls had. A dream of happiness that would never occur. I dreamt that I was the only person alive on the planet, and I could do whatever I wished to. I was about to set fire to a school when I was woken up. (Yes, actually I did have that demented of a mind then…)
I heard them talking, it was annoying, actually.
"Did you see him?"
"He was absolutely adorable."
"Are you guys talking about that cute Third Year?"
"Who else?"
I buried my head in my pillow and hugged Giovanni close. He shifted positions and went back to sleep again. It wasn't that easy for me to do the same, and I rolled over again, Giovanni got comfortable as I stared at a spot on the ceiling. They would not shut up!
How could girls my age be this boy crazy? I had thought at the time. Boys were nice looking back then to me, but never hot or cute or adorable. Those words made me sick and I wasn't ever one to say them about a certain person. The only time I used hot was when I described the weather, and cute and adorable, well, they're just so babyish.
I got sick of their chatter, and got out of bed, leaving Giovanni there to sleep more. He sure did sleep a lot back then. I walked carefully around the little circle of girls and out of the door. I headed down to the common room, hoping it was empty or at least quiet. I had changed into a pair of pajama bottoms and an oversized t-shirt that I had won at a fair when I was nine.
The common room was quiet. There was group of boys in a corner, looking like they were planning something, and a few girls sitting on a overstuffed sofa, gossiping silently. I plopped down in an oversized armchair next to the empty grate of the fireplace. I guess I was asleep for about a half hour before waking up again to the sound of arguing.
I yawned, stretched, and then looked to where the noise was coming from. I saw Lily, she was arguing with one of the four boys. He looked vain, in a way, his unruly hair already looking windswept, as though there had been a large gale outside that day, which there hadn't been. Lily looked as she always had been. Almost like me, but a lot different. I guess it was odd, when we were younger, people would swear that we were twins. Same red hair, same green eyes, same pale, freckly skin, and almost the same height. But when I was eleven she was more mature, taller, more developed, and I was still little Daisy. We stopped looking alike after she entered school, she developed more than I ever did. That must have been why she actually got married.
I sat up in the chair and watched the scene. I guess the stuck up boy had been flirting or something with Lily, she didn't look too happy. The other three boys watched, a bit amused that their friend was being talked down to by a girl he liked. One boy was smaller than the rest, almost my size, but still larger. He had mousy brown hair and nervous brown eyes. Peter Pettigrew. I never liked him. There was another boy who was a bit shorter than the stuck up boy. He had shoulder length brown hair, and an intelligent air around him. He had a half smile on his lips as he watched Lily mouth of his friend. Remus Lupin, the odd one of the group. The last boy had long black hair and dark eyes, but was at least a few inches taller than his stuck up friend. He looked on with a coy smile on his lips, and I do admit he was very handsome, not cute, as other girls would say. I do also recall saying to myself he was probably a huge bastard. Yes, Sirius Black was a bastard. And James Potter, he too was a bastard. I hate to also admit that Lily married the one she had been yelling at.
"James, seriously, get a life!" Lily rested her hands on her hips. "I'm not interested, don't you get it? Go find someone who does want you as a boyfriend."
"Lily, you know you're the only girl for me." The messy-haired boy answered, running his hand through his hair, and it once again looked windswept. I rolled my eyes, I couldn't believe he actually did that purposely.
"James, I'm sorry, but I don't feel that strongly about you."
"You will eventually." He answered with a smirk.
I looked at the three boys in the back. The shorter one half smiled, and the other two just looked at each other and grinned. I assumed that James did this often, and it was nothing to stay up about. I watched for a few more seconds, and then got up to leave. On my way by, I tapped Lily on the shoulder.
"What?!" She was already ticked off, and I had just blown her over.
"Goodnight." I said, a half smile on my own lips. "Hope your life is just dandy." I added spitefully.
In a way, I had to say something, make her annoyed in anyway that I could. I couldn't believe that Lily could ignore me, I was her sister, her younger sister. She was my best friend, but now just little more than a nicer Petunia. It sucked. Life that is.
When I went back up to the First Year dormitory, everyone was asleep, tiny girlish snores emitting from several four-posters. I flopped onto my bed, Giovanni hopped out of bed, annoyed that I had woken him from his peaceful sleep. I must have laid in bed for another hour before finally drifting to sleep. Giovanni hopped back up, curled up next to my stomach, (which at the moment I had started to hear grumble.), and also drifted off on clouds to dreamland. I liked dreamland more than the real world.
Ferret3136: Yay! Another chapter done, another soon to come. I don't feel like making all of these chapters too long, but there will be plenty, trust me.
