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Chapter 4
Hogwarts. Her home away from home. She was entering her sixth year, and she was determined to make it a good one. Hopefully, by the end, she'd have a boyfriend as well. She had no clue why that was all of a sudden so important to her, but it was. She just wanted to feel loved. She had never dated before, because all the boys were afraid of her eyes. They were afraid because she looked evil. No one understood.
By time they had arrived at Hogwarts, she had changed into her dress robes and had been eagerly awaiting release from the train. Now, just a few minutes later, she was standing out in the warm night air, staring at the starlit sky. It was a half-moon, and she knew that in a few weeks time, Remy would be changing into his vicious self. It was a very beautiful night out. It truely was.
"It's tha' youngest Pott'r yet! How are yah, Lilus?" she heard a great voice boom behind her.
She turned around, only to be swept into the biggest hug she'd had so far by Hagrid, the Gamekeeper and Professor of the Care of Magical Creatures class. She hugged him back happily.
"I'm perfectly well, Hagrid. How's Olympe?" she asked.
Hagrid and Olympe had gotten married a few years before she was born. They had no children, although Olympe wanted two, and they lived in a nice-sized house next to the Forbidden Forest. She was a really nice woman. Lilus liked her a lot.
"She's good, she's good. How's 'Arry and 'Ermione?"
"They're great! I'm going to go back this Christmas to see them," she said, patting him on the arm.
"That's good. Er...well. Get on with yah. I gots a lot more kids to 'erd into places. Come see me in a few days, okay?"
"Okay!" she said as she watched the giant of a man walk away through the crowd of kids.
She had lost Justin and Jason in the escape of the train. She'd meet up with them later most definitely. It was so warm out. It felt good. She saw a familiar face pass by her. Shawn. She pretended not to notice as he walked by. He looked at her, but he kept walking. Kimmy and Casey were attached to his arms, with Casey's cat in her arms.
"That's her, Raphael. That's the bitch that was so rude on the train," she heard the annoying French accent behind her and didn't bother to turn around. "What do you suppose we do about her?"
"Alexander, you really shouldn't be picking on girls, even if they are the spawn of mudbloods and in Gryffindor house. It just isn't good for your reputation unless she has bodyguards, which as you should note, are obviously absent," she heard Raphael say in his dangerous but handsome voice.
Handsome was not a word that she usually used to describe Raphael. Was she so desperate to get a boy that she was dreaming about the man that picked on her friends constantly and picked on her behind her back? But still...how did he know the French prick? He wasn't French. Although they looked similar, the French guy was just evil. She could smell the egotistical stench flying off him.
"What shall we do to her first? Catch her in some horrible prank? Shall we incriminate her with false evidence?"
"I really wish you'd be quiet. School hasn't even officially begun yet. Wait a week or two."
"You're just procrastinating. I'd say we should arrange a nice feat in the dungeon, but then again, that might be moving too quick."
"Quiet. Don't talk about such matters, especially not about that shedevil there."
"Shedevil?" his friend seemed interested.
"She's got the strength of a full grown man. She's not a pushover, but she can't seem to find out what Bludgers are during the good game."
"She plays? I wasn't aware that she had that sort of hand-eye coordination. The way she ran into me on the train was so clumsey."
"Alex, shut up. You keep getting louder and louder. If she hears you..."
"She's just a girl. I play Quidditch as well, cousin. I wonder what position I shall pick this year."
They were cousins. She'd rather die than to be related to a prick like that. It was sickening.
"She's the Seeker of the Gryffindor team. She's damn good at it too! Since she joined the team, Gryffindor's only lost two games, both against Slytherin."
"Why is that?"
"Because our Beaters knocked her out with a Bludger. I'm the Slytherin Seeker, and that woman is faster than she ought to be."
"Maybe it is your time to step down, Raphael, and let a new Slytherin shine."
"I am not giving up my position to you, Alex. I don't care what you do."
At that point, their chatter mixed in with the others. She walked forward and disappeared in the crowd of people heading towards the docks. She took her place in one of the horseless carriages and waited until it was full. The carriage took off towards the castle, while the little first years slowly drifted across the lake like little fireflies. It was a very peaceful and calming ride.
In the Great Hall, she reunited with Jason and the Weasleys, and they all sat together on the table. Shawn sat across from her, and she wanted to move, but she didn't want to seem rude again. She sat with her hands folded in a prayer-like manner, and her eyes staring at her empty plate. Jason sat on one side of her, looking adorable in his little pointed hat and robes. Justin looked strong and silent from her other side and was staring at his plate as well, probably hungrier than he had ever been.
"Shawn bothering you?" he asked in such a way that it made her strain to hear him.
"Sort of. You...know that I like him. I just feel like he's not interested at all. But then again, who would be interested in a girl with demon eyes," she whispered back, leaning slightly in his direction so he could hear her.
"You don't have demon eyes, Lil. You've got pretty eyes," he answered.
"Everyone keeps saying that I'm pretty but no one is willing to eat what they cook," she said, hiding her eyes under the hand visor.
She felt Justin's hand pat her leg. "I was willing to before I realized that you were my godsister. Maybe Shawn isn't the right one for you. You need someone who'd risk anything for you. You'll find Mr. Right one day, and he'll think your eyes are perfect."
"People think I'm a demon. I heard a boy talk about me. Shedevil."
Justin patted her leg with one firm smack. It was his way of getting her attention when she said something that she shouldn't have. "I won't stand to listen to you talk about yourself like that. You're a near perfect woman. You have the reflexes of an I-don't-know-what, a body that every girl dreams of, intelligence beyond comprehension, and hey, you're the only Gryffindor to have made peace with Snape. You're gonna have to beat the guys off of you. You just have to wait."
"Wait. I've waited for six years, and nothing's happened. How much longer?"
"I don't know, but it's going to come slower if you keep whining over it."
"I'm not whining," she countered. "I'm just...impatient."
"Why do you all of a sudden want a boyfriend? Just because Shawn doesn't like you?"
"Because maybe I've never had one before and most sixth years have had a million of them. What's wrong with me?"
"Nothing's wrong with you. You just haven't found the right one yet."
"Whatever. I just can't wait to eat food. All those sweets are really starting to get to me."
"Oh no. I don't need you on a sugar high the first night," Justin said aloud, elbowing her gently in the side.
She laughed and elbowed him back. "Then they'd better hurry up with that food. I'm about to eat my plate!"
She spied her favorite teacher at one end of the teachers' table. Remus Lupin sat with his hands placidly in front of him. His hair was a grayish brown, and it went down his back in a graceful cascade. His eyes were staring at the many faces in the crowd, and she sent a small wave in his direction. He smiled and winked at her before scanning the rest of the Great Hall with his stone gray stare. Snape was at the other end, staring off into space. She'd have to remember those three Galleons. She might have to hint off who the surprises were coming from that year. She glanced over at the Slytherin table. She saw the French prick sitting next to Raphael, chatting to thin air, so it seemed. Raphael, however, was staring directly at her, the deadly shine in his eyes having returned. He grinned and licked his lips in plain sight.
She was NOT, under any circumstance, THAT desperate for a boyfriend. He was just pushing her buttons, anyway. He love to annoy her like this, especially during meals. This year, she'd make sure that he wouldn't faze her.
She winked at him and made a kissing motion. Raphael looked as if he had suddenly been struck dumb. Needless to say, he didn't look at her any more during the celebration, and she finally recieved the feast that she had been looking forward to. Turkey, chicken, mashed potatoes, yum yum yum.
The Common Room was just as she had remembered it. Very red and very gold. She made her way up to the girls' half of the sleeping chambers and found the one that had her trunk in it. She recognized the trunk of one of her not so good friends Lindsey. Lindsey was cool, but usually, she hung out with Jason, Shawn, the twins, and Baker during her classes. Lindsey was always talking to her best friend Anna about girl things like clothes that Lilus didn't like, boys that had questionable sanity, sex that Lilus didn't want to hear about, or something else that was just totally or almost repulsive. She opened the trunk and unpacked, pulling the Snitch and Marauders' Map out first and hiding them safely in her drawer.
She packed her school bag with her summer homework and books and everything else that she'd need for the next day's classes, promptly jumped on her bed, and stared off into space, enjoying her privacy while it lasted.
It was quiet with a hint of chaos outside the door. Lilus closed her eyes and probably would have fallen asleep on her full stomach had she not been so excited. It was a quiet (or almost quiet. Jason had insisted on telling them every stitch of detail about Star Wars that he knew about.) trip here, and now it was a quiet time to rest. It was cooler in the room than it was outside, and it felt so good. Jason hadn't been very talkative after supper, but she knew he was probably thinking about school terrors like Snape and Raphael, not to mention he too had a nasty run in with the French prick. Last year, the abuse that he kept recieving from Malfoy became so horrible that he broke down in front of her while they were talking about it. Poor guy. This year would be different. There was something in that gaze that Raphael Malfoy had given to her. She didn't get a clear examination of what it was, but she'd find out soon enough. She had Potions with him. First class. It was too early to have Potions that early. That wasn't right. Students weren't required to think that early in the morning were they?
Nikodemus, Nikodemus, Nikodemus. No matter how hard she tried, she still wanted to be his. He was angelic. Who wouldn't want an angelic boyfriend? But Lilus sensed that he had come to their compartment that day to sit with Kimmy. She was glad that she moved. If he wanted to date Kimmy, she wasn't one to ruin it for them. She did believe in revenge, but she didn't believe it had anything to do with romance. That was jealousy.
Jason wasn't too bad. He wasn't exactly someone that she'd want to live with for the rest of her life, but who knows what kind of guy he'd make. He might be a deep romantic and only put on the idiotic show to fool people. He was one to do that. Jason the eagle Animagus was smarter than he let on. He was a fun guy to be around, but he had a soft side as well, such as the one that Malfoy cut deeply into last year. She hated him.
Raphael spoke lies about her behind her back. He confronted her friends and called them atrocious names. His evil squad beat up a little first year. His right hand girl annoyed Lilus to no end, and that stupid blonde didn't know when to stop. It just wasn't fair. She should be the object of his harassment. The Malfoys and Potters had been enemies since day one. What was this Malfoy's problem?
Oh the beautiful privacy. Lindsey would probably burst into the room any second now, laughing and giggling up a storm. There was no such thing as quiet when Lindsey was around. Lilus smiled. You had to love the girl. She was so nice and happy, a lot like Jason. They'd make a cute couple if she could overlook some of his not so fine qualities.
Lilus rolled off of her bed and stretched, reaching for her broom and poking her head out of the window to stare at the Quidditch stadium. Oh the joys of Quidditch. She would be glad when the first game started. It would probably be against Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff. Hardly ever was their first game against Slytherin. She'd love the fastness of it. She had missed it so much.
She turned around and made her way over to the door, making her hand fly through the air just as her broom would. She opened the door and went back to the overly crowded Common Room, but, thank heavens, it was clearing out fast. Pretty soon, it was just her, Justin, and Jason sitting there. Jason was once again cooing to his cat named after Boba Fett, the assassin from Star Wars.
"You'll find someone," Justin said, and it was at that time that Jason had clued into their conversation.
"If you want, you can be my girlfriend," he said with an overly large grin on his face.
Lilus smiled and walked over to him, patting him on the shoulder. "Sorry, eagle boy. You'd make a nice match with Lindsey, though."
Jason's eyes went wide, and Justin laughed. "Really? Lindsey as in your friend?"
"Yeah, but I'm not sure if she likes you very much," Lilus said, returning to her seat next to Justin.
Jason's expression faded. "That was mean. You shouldn't shoot my hopes down like that."
"Well, we're both having the same problem," she said. "You don't have a girlfriend, and I've never had a boyfriend."
Justin sighed and shook his head. "You two need to forget about boyfriends and girlfriends. You should start searching when you're out of school."
Jason snorted. "Yeah. Right. Whatever. Easy for you to say, Angelfeather. You had about three million girls walk up to you and ask your sexy ass out. Of course you'd be giving us romantic lessons."
Justin smiled. "Yes, that is true, and I've also turned them all down. You should worry about school now, not girls or boys."
Jason put Boba on the floor and sprawled out in the nearest chair. "Still. I'd be extremely content if I had a quarter of that female magnetism. Why the hell are you girls so confusing, Lilus?"
She shrugged. "I'm not the person you need to be asking about that. The only quality of a girl that I seem to have is a body."
Jason winked. "And a very nice ass to go with it."
She glared at him. "Shut up, Jason."
"Nice cleavage too," he giggled.
"Shut up, Jason," she said in a firmer voice.
"Love that ass..."
"Jason!!"
She pounced on him, making the chair fall backwards. Jason laughed and grabbed her around her waist, lifting her off of him. He stood up and grabbed her wrists and twirled her around, making her arms cross tightly in front of her. She growled at him and pulled against his brute strength.
"Yup, very nice body," he laughed.
Her right eye was twitching. He removed his arms and smacked her in her butt. She whirled around, picked him up by his collar, and tossed him onto the couch next to a very bored looking Justin. Jason pounced back ar her. Justin had seen them fight like this a lot, and he knew that Jason meant everything he said to her. Lilus was now sitting on Jason's back, tickling the heck out of him. Jason had been driven to tears and was begging for Justin to save him. Justin just shook his head.
"Your fight, not mine," he said with that evil smirk.
"Yeah, your fight, not his. Die, bird boy!"
"Plea...hawhawhaw...stop...hawhawhaw...cough...please...need...hahahahaha...air..."
"Get off him, Lilus. Let the poor boy breathe for a while," Justin said.
Lilus climbed off of him and walked over to the sofa, sitting next to Angelfeather once more.
"You know, he's not exactly lying, Lilus. You are very attractive," Justin said, trying to continue their conversation in the Great Hall. "You are a very pretty girl."
Lilus looked at him dumbstruck. "Angelfeather, forgive me, but do you think anyone is going to go out with me. Look at my eyes. Most of the time they're red. Sometimes they're brown. Give me a break. No one is going to go out with someone with evil eyes like mine."
"Hey, chica, you might find someone who's favorite color is red. You don't look bad, and if you find Mr. Imtheoneforyou, he won't care that your eyes are red. He'll think that you're perfect just the way you are, eyes included."
Lilus really wasn't one for compliments. She didn't like being complimented. Maybe if she had a few boyfriends before that than it would matter. But all anyone ever did was compliment her and do the exact opposite. You're beautiful, but you're kinda creepy too. You're smart, but not smart enough for me to love you. Maybe she should just give up on boys entirely. It wasn't like they made a line to date her. They were all afraid of her eyes. Her stupid, evil red eyes. Why couldn't she have a normal color of eyes like everyone else? It just wasn't fair.
"Men are confusing," she grunted in her seat.
Jason grinned and leaned back in the chair he had placed himself in. "Of course we are!" he said happily, throwing his arms into the air.
She laughed, but her face grew solumn again. "I'm probably never going to get a boyfriend. Maybe I should just drop the entire thing."
Jason shook his head. "That's not true. You're gonna find Mr. Man and marry him and have thirteen babies! I'll be Uncle Jason! I'm so proud," he said in a voice that hinted he was about to cry.
"You'll be dead before I have thirteen kids, Jason," she growled, narrowing her eyes at him.
He smiled. "Hey, I'm a guy. I'm entitled to think stuff like that. And it's not my fault that I'm horny, okay? Seeing you in a very revealing silk nightgown would surely make my day."
Justin cut in before she could say anything back to him. "Enough Jason. We don't want to know anything about sexual fantasies that you may have dreamt about Lilus, okay?"
Jason snapped his fingers. "Darn..."
"Jason, you're insane," she said, leaning on the arm of the sofa.
He grinned and winked at her. "Thank you."
Lilus sat in the chair, and the only sound was the cracking of the fire. She loved the sound of fire. It was so sharp. So precise. She probably dozed off, but she really didn't care. She had done all of her summer homework, and it was safely packed away in her bag, ready for tomorrow. She had gotten all the ink and quills that she'd need, and she was ready for tomorrow. She was really eager to see Remy again, too. She'd really missed his friendly face.
But now there was another Slytherin prick that was going to try and ruin her year. From the sound of it, he was trying to steal his cousin's reign. He said that he was thinking about taking his Seeker position. If he could do that, he could take the whole snake squad along with it. She wasn't sure if he could beat her at Quidditch, though. She had become somewhat of a legend around Hogwarts Quidditch-wise.
It was obvious that the French prick was from France. How was he related to Malfoy, though? Malfoys weren't from France. They were from London or wherever. Not France, but maybe he was born in France. Ralphie had a mother. His mother might be French or whatever. She didn't know, and at the moment, she really wasn't sure if she wanted to ruin the moment by thinking of Malfoy and his cousin.
At about a quarter to one, Justin brought her out of her little nap. "Time for bed, Lil. G'night."
She groaned and sat up, stretching her arms up, yawning, and grunting while doing all that. Jason was hanging off his chair in the most peculiar position. His right leg was over the back of it, his left leg was probably close to being wrapped around his friggin' head, and his arms were thrown everywhere. He was upside down and drooling. She laughed loudly, almost falling to the floor in her drunken, barely awake state.
"Oh my God. That's definitly going to stick with me for a while. Ew," she said with her eyes half open.
"I'll fix him. Go to bed. You'll be sleepy tomorrow," Justin said, trying to right his friend.
She stood up. "Yes, daddy. Night, daddy. Say night to mommy for me," she said in a very high-pitched voice.
"Ah ain't yo' momma," Jason groaned, still in his sleep. He had told them that he spoke in a Southern accent when he slept talk. He was so right.
Lilus and Justin laughed. "Night, Angelfeather," she said, creeping up the stairway.
"Night, Lil. Sweet dreams."
She went into hers and Lindsey's and two other girls' dorm and piled onto her bed, after changing into the oversized shirt and pajama pants that she always used for pajamas. She stared at the other three sleeping girls and wondered what their lives were like. It was always curious to look at the way other people were. Lilus thought it was, anyway. Slowly, she drifted back to sleep, dreaming of little Snitches flying every which direction, and her capturing every last one of them.
Chapter 4
Hogwarts. Her home away from home. She was entering her sixth year, and she was determined to make it a good one. Hopefully, by the end, she'd have a boyfriend as well. She had no clue why that was all of a sudden so important to her, but it was. She just wanted to feel loved. She had never dated before, because all the boys were afraid of her eyes. They were afraid because she looked evil. No one understood.
By time they had arrived at Hogwarts, she had changed into her dress robes and had been eagerly awaiting release from the train. Now, just a few minutes later, she was standing out in the warm night air, staring at the starlit sky. It was a half-moon, and she knew that in a few weeks time, Remy would be changing into his vicious self. It was a very beautiful night out. It truely was.
"It's tha' youngest Pott'r yet! How are yah, Lilus?" she heard a great voice boom behind her.
She turned around, only to be swept into the biggest hug she'd had so far by Hagrid, the Gamekeeper and Professor of the Care of Magical Creatures class. She hugged him back happily.
"I'm perfectly well, Hagrid. How's Olympe?" she asked.
Hagrid and Olympe had gotten married a few years before she was born. They had no children, although Olympe wanted two, and they lived in a nice-sized house next to the Forbidden Forest. She was a really nice woman. Lilus liked her a lot.
"She's good, she's good. How's 'Arry and 'Ermione?"
"They're great! I'm going to go back this Christmas to see them," she said, patting him on the arm.
"That's good. Er...well. Get on with yah. I gots a lot more kids to 'erd into places. Come see me in a few days, okay?"
"Okay!" she said as she watched the giant of a man walk away through the crowd of kids.
She had lost Justin and Jason in the escape of the train. She'd meet up with them later most definitely. It was so warm out. It felt good. She saw a familiar face pass by her. Shawn. She pretended not to notice as he walked by. He looked at her, but he kept walking. Kimmy and Casey were attached to his arms, with Casey's cat in her arms.
"That's her, Raphael. That's the bitch that was so rude on the train," she heard the annoying French accent behind her and didn't bother to turn around. "What do you suppose we do about her?"
"Alexander, you really shouldn't be picking on girls, even if they are the spawn of mudbloods and in Gryffindor house. It just isn't good for your reputation unless she has bodyguards, which as you should note, are obviously absent," she heard Raphael say in his dangerous but handsome voice.
Handsome was not a word that she usually used to describe Raphael. Was she so desperate to get a boy that she was dreaming about the man that picked on her friends constantly and picked on her behind her back? But still...how did he know the French prick? He wasn't French. Although they looked similar, the French guy was just evil. She could smell the egotistical stench flying off him.
"What shall we do to her first? Catch her in some horrible prank? Shall we incriminate her with false evidence?"
"I really wish you'd be quiet. School hasn't even officially begun yet. Wait a week or two."
"You're just procrastinating. I'd say we should arrange a nice feat in the dungeon, but then again, that might be moving too quick."
"Quiet. Don't talk about such matters, especially not about that shedevil there."
"Shedevil?" his friend seemed interested.
"She's got the strength of a full grown man. She's not a pushover, but she can't seem to find out what Bludgers are during the good game."
"She plays? I wasn't aware that she had that sort of hand-eye coordination. The way she ran into me on the train was so clumsey."
"Alex, shut up. You keep getting louder and louder. If she hears you..."
"She's just a girl. I play Quidditch as well, cousin. I wonder what position I shall pick this year."
They were cousins. She'd rather die than to be related to a prick like that. It was sickening.
"She's the Seeker of the Gryffindor team. She's damn good at it too! Since she joined the team, Gryffindor's only lost two games, both against Slytherin."
"Why is that?"
"Because our Beaters knocked her out with a Bludger. I'm the Slytherin Seeker, and that woman is faster than she ought to be."
"Maybe it is your time to step down, Raphael, and let a new Slytherin shine."
"I am not giving up my position to you, Alex. I don't care what you do."
At that point, their chatter mixed in with the others. She walked forward and disappeared in the crowd of people heading towards the docks. She took her place in one of the horseless carriages and waited until it was full. The carriage took off towards the castle, while the little first years slowly drifted across the lake like little fireflies. It was a very peaceful and calming ride.
In the Great Hall, she reunited with Jason and the Weasleys, and they all sat together on the table. Shawn sat across from her, and she wanted to move, but she didn't want to seem rude again. She sat with her hands folded in a prayer-like manner, and her eyes staring at her empty plate. Jason sat on one side of her, looking adorable in his little pointed hat and robes. Justin looked strong and silent from her other side and was staring at his plate as well, probably hungrier than he had ever been.
"Shawn bothering you?" he asked in such a way that it made her strain to hear him.
"Sort of. You...know that I like him. I just feel like he's not interested at all. But then again, who would be interested in a girl with demon eyes," she whispered back, leaning slightly in his direction so he could hear her.
"You don't have demon eyes, Lil. You've got pretty eyes," he answered.
"Everyone keeps saying that I'm pretty but no one is willing to eat what they cook," she said, hiding her eyes under the hand visor.
She felt Justin's hand pat her leg. "I was willing to before I realized that you were my godsister. Maybe Shawn isn't the right one for you. You need someone who'd risk anything for you. You'll find Mr. Right one day, and he'll think your eyes are perfect."
"People think I'm a demon. I heard a boy talk about me. Shedevil."
Justin patted her leg with one firm smack. It was his way of getting her attention when she said something that she shouldn't have. "I won't stand to listen to you talk about yourself like that. You're a near perfect woman. You have the reflexes of an I-don't-know-what, a body that every girl dreams of, intelligence beyond comprehension, and hey, you're the only Gryffindor to have made peace with Snape. You're gonna have to beat the guys off of you. You just have to wait."
"Wait. I've waited for six years, and nothing's happened. How much longer?"
"I don't know, but it's going to come slower if you keep whining over it."
"I'm not whining," she countered. "I'm just...impatient."
"Why do you all of a sudden want a boyfriend? Just because Shawn doesn't like you?"
"Because maybe I've never had one before and most sixth years have had a million of them. What's wrong with me?"
"Nothing's wrong with you. You just haven't found the right one yet."
"Whatever. I just can't wait to eat food. All those sweets are really starting to get to me."
"Oh no. I don't need you on a sugar high the first night," Justin said aloud, elbowing her gently in the side.
She laughed and elbowed him back. "Then they'd better hurry up with that food. I'm about to eat my plate!"
She spied her favorite teacher at one end of the teachers' table. Remus Lupin sat with his hands placidly in front of him. His hair was a grayish brown, and it went down his back in a graceful cascade. His eyes were staring at the many faces in the crowd, and she sent a small wave in his direction. He smiled and winked at her before scanning the rest of the Great Hall with his stone gray stare. Snape was at the other end, staring off into space. She'd have to remember those three Galleons. She might have to hint off who the surprises were coming from that year. She glanced over at the Slytherin table. She saw the French prick sitting next to Raphael, chatting to thin air, so it seemed. Raphael, however, was staring directly at her, the deadly shine in his eyes having returned. He grinned and licked his lips in plain sight.
She was NOT, under any circumstance, THAT desperate for a boyfriend. He was just pushing her buttons, anyway. He love to annoy her like this, especially during meals. This year, she'd make sure that he wouldn't faze her.
She winked at him and made a kissing motion. Raphael looked as if he had suddenly been struck dumb. Needless to say, he didn't look at her any more during the celebration, and she finally recieved the feast that she had been looking forward to. Turkey, chicken, mashed potatoes, yum yum yum.
The Common Room was just as she had remembered it. Very red and very gold. She made her way up to the girls' half of the sleeping chambers and found the one that had her trunk in it. She recognized the trunk of one of her not so good friends Lindsey. Lindsey was cool, but usually, she hung out with Jason, Shawn, the twins, and Baker during her classes. Lindsey was always talking to her best friend Anna about girl things like clothes that Lilus didn't like, boys that had questionable sanity, sex that Lilus didn't want to hear about, or something else that was just totally or almost repulsive. She opened the trunk and unpacked, pulling the Snitch and Marauders' Map out first and hiding them safely in her drawer.
She packed her school bag with her summer homework and books and everything else that she'd need for the next day's classes, promptly jumped on her bed, and stared off into space, enjoying her privacy while it lasted.
It was quiet with a hint of chaos outside the door. Lilus closed her eyes and probably would have fallen asleep on her full stomach had she not been so excited. It was a quiet (or almost quiet. Jason had insisted on telling them every stitch of detail about Star Wars that he knew about.) trip here, and now it was a quiet time to rest. It was cooler in the room than it was outside, and it felt so good. Jason hadn't been very talkative after supper, but she knew he was probably thinking about school terrors like Snape and Raphael, not to mention he too had a nasty run in with the French prick. Last year, the abuse that he kept recieving from Malfoy became so horrible that he broke down in front of her while they were talking about it. Poor guy. This year would be different. There was something in that gaze that Raphael Malfoy had given to her. She didn't get a clear examination of what it was, but she'd find out soon enough. She had Potions with him. First class. It was too early to have Potions that early. That wasn't right. Students weren't required to think that early in the morning were they?
Nikodemus, Nikodemus, Nikodemus. No matter how hard she tried, she still wanted to be his. He was angelic. Who wouldn't want an angelic boyfriend? But Lilus sensed that he had come to their compartment that day to sit with Kimmy. She was glad that she moved. If he wanted to date Kimmy, she wasn't one to ruin it for them. She did believe in revenge, but she didn't believe it had anything to do with romance. That was jealousy.
Jason wasn't too bad. He wasn't exactly someone that she'd want to live with for the rest of her life, but who knows what kind of guy he'd make. He might be a deep romantic and only put on the idiotic show to fool people. He was one to do that. Jason the eagle Animagus was smarter than he let on. He was a fun guy to be around, but he had a soft side as well, such as the one that Malfoy cut deeply into last year. She hated him.
Raphael spoke lies about her behind her back. He confronted her friends and called them atrocious names. His evil squad beat up a little first year. His right hand girl annoyed Lilus to no end, and that stupid blonde didn't know when to stop. It just wasn't fair. She should be the object of his harassment. The Malfoys and Potters had been enemies since day one. What was this Malfoy's problem?
Oh the beautiful privacy. Lindsey would probably burst into the room any second now, laughing and giggling up a storm. There was no such thing as quiet when Lindsey was around. Lilus smiled. You had to love the girl. She was so nice and happy, a lot like Jason. They'd make a cute couple if she could overlook some of his not so fine qualities.
Lilus rolled off of her bed and stretched, reaching for her broom and poking her head out of the window to stare at the Quidditch stadium. Oh the joys of Quidditch. She would be glad when the first game started. It would probably be against Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff. Hardly ever was their first game against Slytherin. She'd love the fastness of it. She had missed it so much.
She turned around and made her way over to the door, making her hand fly through the air just as her broom would. She opened the door and went back to the overly crowded Common Room, but, thank heavens, it was clearing out fast. Pretty soon, it was just her, Justin, and Jason sitting there. Jason was once again cooing to his cat named after Boba Fett, the assassin from Star Wars.
"You'll find someone," Justin said, and it was at that time that Jason had clued into their conversation.
"If you want, you can be my girlfriend," he said with an overly large grin on his face.
Lilus smiled and walked over to him, patting him on the shoulder. "Sorry, eagle boy. You'd make a nice match with Lindsey, though."
Jason's eyes went wide, and Justin laughed. "Really? Lindsey as in your friend?"
"Yeah, but I'm not sure if she likes you very much," Lilus said, returning to her seat next to Justin.
Jason's expression faded. "That was mean. You shouldn't shoot my hopes down like that."
"Well, we're both having the same problem," she said. "You don't have a girlfriend, and I've never had a boyfriend."
Justin sighed and shook his head. "You two need to forget about boyfriends and girlfriends. You should start searching when you're out of school."
Jason snorted. "Yeah. Right. Whatever. Easy for you to say, Angelfeather. You had about three million girls walk up to you and ask your sexy ass out. Of course you'd be giving us romantic lessons."
Justin smiled. "Yes, that is true, and I've also turned them all down. You should worry about school now, not girls or boys."
Jason put Boba on the floor and sprawled out in the nearest chair. "Still. I'd be extremely content if I had a quarter of that female magnetism. Why the hell are you girls so confusing, Lilus?"
She shrugged. "I'm not the person you need to be asking about that. The only quality of a girl that I seem to have is a body."
Jason winked. "And a very nice ass to go with it."
She glared at him. "Shut up, Jason."
"Nice cleavage too," he giggled.
"Shut up, Jason," she said in a firmer voice.
"Love that ass..."
"Jason!!"
She pounced on him, making the chair fall backwards. Jason laughed and grabbed her around her waist, lifting her off of him. He stood up and grabbed her wrists and twirled her around, making her arms cross tightly in front of her. She growled at him and pulled against his brute strength.
"Yup, very nice body," he laughed.
Her right eye was twitching. He removed his arms and smacked her in her butt. She whirled around, picked him up by his collar, and tossed him onto the couch next to a very bored looking Justin. Jason pounced back ar her. Justin had seen them fight like this a lot, and he knew that Jason meant everything he said to her. Lilus was now sitting on Jason's back, tickling the heck out of him. Jason had been driven to tears and was begging for Justin to save him. Justin just shook his head.
"Your fight, not mine," he said with that evil smirk.
"Yeah, your fight, not his. Die, bird boy!"
"Plea...hawhawhaw...stop...hawhawhaw...cough...please...need...hahahahaha...air..."
"Get off him, Lilus. Let the poor boy breathe for a while," Justin said.
Lilus climbed off of him and walked over to the sofa, sitting next to Angelfeather once more.
"You know, he's not exactly lying, Lilus. You are very attractive," Justin said, trying to continue their conversation in the Great Hall. "You are a very pretty girl."
Lilus looked at him dumbstruck. "Angelfeather, forgive me, but do you think anyone is going to go out with me. Look at my eyes. Most of the time they're red. Sometimes they're brown. Give me a break. No one is going to go out with someone with evil eyes like mine."
"Hey, chica, you might find someone who's favorite color is red. You don't look bad, and if you find Mr. Imtheoneforyou, he won't care that your eyes are red. He'll think that you're perfect just the way you are, eyes included."
Lilus really wasn't one for compliments. She didn't like being complimented. Maybe if she had a few boyfriends before that than it would matter. But all anyone ever did was compliment her and do the exact opposite. You're beautiful, but you're kinda creepy too. You're smart, but not smart enough for me to love you. Maybe she should just give up on boys entirely. It wasn't like they made a line to date her. They were all afraid of her eyes. Her stupid, evil red eyes. Why couldn't she have a normal color of eyes like everyone else? It just wasn't fair.
"Men are confusing," she grunted in her seat.
Jason grinned and leaned back in the chair he had placed himself in. "Of course we are!" he said happily, throwing his arms into the air.
She laughed, but her face grew solumn again. "I'm probably never going to get a boyfriend. Maybe I should just drop the entire thing."
Jason shook his head. "That's not true. You're gonna find Mr. Man and marry him and have thirteen babies! I'll be Uncle Jason! I'm so proud," he said in a voice that hinted he was about to cry.
"You'll be dead before I have thirteen kids, Jason," she growled, narrowing her eyes at him.
He smiled. "Hey, I'm a guy. I'm entitled to think stuff like that. And it's not my fault that I'm horny, okay? Seeing you in a very revealing silk nightgown would surely make my day."
Justin cut in before she could say anything back to him. "Enough Jason. We don't want to know anything about sexual fantasies that you may have dreamt about Lilus, okay?"
Jason snapped his fingers. "Darn..."
"Jason, you're insane," she said, leaning on the arm of the sofa.
He grinned and winked at her. "Thank you."
Lilus sat in the chair, and the only sound was the cracking of the fire. She loved the sound of fire. It was so sharp. So precise. She probably dozed off, but she really didn't care. She had done all of her summer homework, and it was safely packed away in her bag, ready for tomorrow. She had gotten all the ink and quills that she'd need, and she was ready for tomorrow. She was really eager to see Remy again, too. She'd really missed his friendly face.
But now there was another Slytherin prick that was going to try and ruin her year. From the sound of it, he was trying to steal his cousin's reign. He said that he was thinking about taking his Seeker position. If he could do that, he could take the whole snake squad along with it. She wasn't sure if he could beat her at Quidditch, though. She had become somewhat of a legend around Hogwarts Quidditch-wise.
It was obvious that the French prick was from France. How was he related to Malfoy, though? Malfoys weren't from France. They were from London or wherever. Not France, but maybe he was born in France. Ralphie had a mother. His mother might be French or whatever. She didn't know, and at the moment, she really wasn't sure if she wanted to ruin the moment by thinking of Malfoy and his cousin.
At about a quarter to one, Justin brought her out of her little nap. "Time for bed, Lil. G'night."
She groaned and sat up, stretching her arms up, yawning, and grunting while doing all that. Jason was hanging off his chair in the most peculiar position. His right leg was over the back of it, his left leg was probably close to being wrapped around his friggin' head, and his arms were thrown everywhere. He was upside down and drooling. She laughed loudly, almost falling to the floor in her drunken, barely awake state.
"Oh my God. That's definitly going to stick with me for a while. Ew," she said with her eyes half open.
"I'll fix him. Go to bed. You'll be sleepy tomorrow," Justin said, trying to right his friend.
She stood up. "Yes, daddy. Night, daddy. Say night to mommy for me," she said in a very high-pitched voice.
"Ah ain't yo' momma," Jason groaned, still in his sleep. He had told them that he spoke in a Southern accent when he slept talk. He was so right.
Lilus and Justin laughed. "Night, Angelfeather," she said, creeping up the stairway.
"Night, Lil. Sweet dreams."
She went into hers and Lindsey's and two other girls' dorm and piled onto her bed, after changing into the oversized shirt and pajama pants that she always used for pajamas. She stared at the other three sleeping girls and wondered what their lives were like. It was always curious to look at the way other people were. Lilus thought it was, anyway. Slowly, she drifted back to sleep, dreaming of little Snitches flying every which direction, and her capturing every last one of them.