Finally the night had arrived, the night everyone, except Lily,
looked forward too. Strangely enough, Lily arrived first and entered the
great hall before anyone else. The room was filled with the beat of music
and slowly filled with students. The tables had been removed from the room,
except one, which had a few snack foods and drinks ready for anyone who
wish to have some. The benches that normally sat beside the four house
tables had been pushed along the wall. Lily sat upon them, trying to hide
herself from the world. She slipped off her shoes ready to dance whenever
she felt was safe. She watched the door as more and more people entered.
She waved to her friends when they came in. They walked over to her and
left their belongings behind. She stood to follow them and at that moment
through the door walk James. Their eyes met and they smiled at each other.
After a while of dancing, Lily began to wonder if Snape would ever show up, and what exactly would happen when he did. She tried not to think about it. But it was hard enough. Just then she felt an arm slide around her waste. She stopped dancing with her sudden discomfort and step away from the origin of the arm. She looked at the owner's face, Snape. "I'm sorry, I'll be right back."
She left the crowed room in a hurry and soon found herself in a nearby bathroom. She paused and took a deep breath; she leaned over the sink ready to sick. She felt terrible, miserable even. Nothing happened as she stood there over the sink, she turned the faucet on and let the cool water run over her hands. She took one final deep breath and went back to the dance.
There he was waiting at the door. He smiled at her. It wasn't a nasty smirk but a truly sweet smile, one Lily never expected to see Snape have. "You wanna dance?" he asked shyly.
Lily smiled; it was a contagious type thing, considering Lily felt disgusting. "Not just yet, wait for a slower song."
He nodded and the two found their way back to Lily's friends. Suddenly Lily felt much better, she dance gracefully to the music letting it all go, forgetting how stressed she had been. Her long hair hung on either side of her face. It too swayed with the music. Her fingers ran gently through her perfect red hair and stopped in disbelief. She was filled with anger and confusion at this, she grabbed her hair, and felt once again, the gob of gum the stuck so inconveniently to it. She once again rushed to the restroom. She was able to see that it was stuck so well it would be impossible for it have been accidental. She marched out of the bathroom, holding back tears from her stress and anger, "This night was not meant for anything good."
After a while of dancing, Lily began to wonder if Snape would ever show up, and what exactly would happen when he did. She tried not to think about it. But it was hard enough. Just then she felt an arm slide around her waste. She stopped dancing with her sudden discomfort and step away from the origin of the arm. She looked at the owner's face, Snape. "I'm sorry, I'll be right back."
She left the crowed room in a hurry and soon found herself in a nearby bathroom. She paused and took a deep breath; she leaned over the sink ready to sick. She felt terrible, miserable even. Nothing happened as she stood there over the sink, she turned the faucet on and let the cool water run over her hands. She took one final deep breath and went back to the dance.
There he was waiting at the door. He smiled at her. It wasn't a nasty smirk but a truly sweet smile, one Lily never expected to see Snape have. "You wanna dance?" he asked shyly.
Lily smiled; it was a contagious type thing, considering Lily felt disgusting. "Not just yet, wait for a slower song."
He nodded and the two found their way back to Lily's friends. Suddenly Lily felt much better, she dance gracefully to the music letting it all go, forgetting how stressed she had been. Her long hair hung on either side of her face. It too swayed with the music. Her fingers ran gently through her perfect red hair and stopped in disbelief. She was filled with anger and confusion at this, she grabbed her hair, and felt once again, the gob of gum the stuck so inconveniently to it. She once again rushed to the restroom. She was able to see that it was stuck so well it would be impossible for it have been accidental. She marched out of the bathroom, holding back tears from her stress and anger, "This night was not meant for anything good."