Pranks Abound
Disclaimer: Everything I own is rubbish.
Authors note: sorry I haven't updated in so long. Been busy. But, I'll try to respect deadlines now. :)
On the way to my room, I gazed at the magnificent tapestries aligning the walls. They seemed almost alive! And poor, naïve, little me... I stepped up really close to one of them, and poked a character, to see if they were real or not. That was quite unwise, for Rhys LaFume roughly reprimanded me. A strange, little dwarf with a penchant for blood. Backing slowly away from his sharp chides, I bumped into James, who came out of his room to see what I had been getting myself into.
"Oh Lily, how is it that you always manage to stumble your way into trouble?" He asked me, his bright eyes twinkling.
"Well. If you had been a proper host, I probably would've known not to poke this character!" I yelled, getting quite red in the face. I could feel all my blood rushing to my face and my ears were constricting for some strange reason.
"Old Rhys has met his match, I wager. You're screaming fit to bring the house down." He said, still smirking.
"Oh shut up." I huffed, and stalked off for my room. Soon, I heard soft padding footsteps coming after me. Deciding not to turn around, I hung a sharp left into my room and went straight for my window. Scowling, I folded my arms across my chest and stared out across the grounds. Hearing a soft, whispering sound, I hardened my heart against what was coming; I never expected what came next.
I felt a soft hand the size of a couch push me back, and another hand caught me and brought me over to my bed. Struggling against it, I felt warmth come over me, and pretty soon, I was too relaxed to do anything but sleep. On my goose-featherbed, I sank into slumber like so many ants walking on tapioca pudding.
In my sleep, I had dreams, strange, strange dreams, which nobody could ever conceive of. Even now, I shudder under the weight of the memory. I remember dreaming of a shrill, high-pitched laugh and a blast of blinding green light. Thinking somebody had turned on the light abruptly; I rolled over and tried to sleep some more.
Upon waking, I heard a whispering noise in my room. Sitting up slowly to offset the grogginess, I looked blearily around my room and basked in the morning sunlight.
" Lil, do get up, we have a big day ahead of us today." James piped, sticking his head in through the doorway.
"Good morning to you, too." I snapped, heaving the goose down covers off and stepping into my slippers.
"Yeah, yeah. Get dressed, we'll see you downstairs."
We? I thought. Maybe more wizards and witches to meet, more reasons to avoid Petunia! Throwing on some clothes, I forget which ones, I dashed to Eden and lo and behold! What did I find? A bottom filled every place at the banquet table!
"Lil! So glad you could join us. Are you up for a game of quidditch?" James said in a singsong voice.
"Sure. But somebody needs to explain the rules first." I say, taking a seat that had been placed there by a house elf.
"Alright, its like this. There are four balls..." said a boy with extremely curly hair. He leaned in closer to me and I could smell his breakfast on his breath. Leaning back very slowly, I said, "Thank you, but I already know the method of play. I want to know the rules."
" Well, well. Err. You see... there aren't any." He said, quite embarrassed that I had brought it up.
" What are so you embarrassed about? It's not your fault there aren't any rules." I rebuked him, frowning momentarily.
My comment ensued a laugh all around, all of them chuckling and snorting and guffawing with varying degrees. 'What did I do now? Maybe I'll never get the hang of this. Maybe I should just go back with Petunia.' I thought.
Just then, a house elf announced that a Ms. Petunia Evans was calling for a Miss Lily Evans. I stood up and went with the elf, and listened to it chatter and gab on about how this petunia personage had slept on the grounds behind their quarters last night after prowling about for a good many hours. "Typical..." I said under my breath.
I was taken to the quidditch field where Petunia had spent the night.
"Well, what do you want then?" I asked, my tension unbridled.
"If you must know, I think that Ms. Wagner, our new headmistress would like to know where you went and I thought I'd follow along with you for the summer so that I may describe in detail what sins you were committing." She said. Recited would be a better word actually. I felt like looking at her palm to see if she had written it down.
"Don't follow me. Go home. Otherwise I'll turn you into a toad."
"You don't know how."
" Maybe, but I have potential. But the easiest thing to do to you is to feed you to the ice dragon. But mum would miss you."
" Well, she's not missing you. Said the house was lovely and quiet with you gone." She said, smugly. I didn't feel at all hurt with that, I knew mum thought that I was exasperating, she still does, but I couldn't let Petunia know that I knew. (Goodness gracious, how complicated)
"Thank God! Do you know how exasperating it is to have a vulture and rooster for a mother and sister?"
" I don't understand."
"No, you wouldn't. You of limited intellect. Roosters crow at the crack of dawn, you crow to mum about my misdemeanors. Vultures sit hunched over with expectant eyes, waiting for the scavenging to begin. Mum sits hunched over, pretending she's a martyr."
"Lily, this is why you never passed English. You're horrible at analogies."
"Oh shut up. And go home. You aren't wanted here."
"I HAVEN'T ANY MONEY!" she bellowed.
"THAT'S NOT MY PROBLEM! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE RESPONSIBLE!"
"I'M STAYING WITH YOU AS A CHAPERONE THIS SUMMER WHETEHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT!"
"YOU JUST TRY IT, AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS!" I bellowed even louder, then stormed off into the house, into the dining hall, into James.
"What's all the yelling and screaming about?"
"Never you mind."
"I do mind. I know that she hasn't any money and she's staying with us for this summer and you threatened her, but I don't know how it all connects."
"You'll figure it out. You're a smart lad. Now, let's go do something dangerous." I said, rubbing my palms together and my eyes lighting up.
Disclaimer: Everything I own is rubbish.
Authors note: sorry I haven't updated in so long. Been busy. But, I'll try to respect deadlines now. :)
On the way to my room, I gazed at the magnificent tapestries aligning the walls. They seemed almost alive! And poor, naïve, little me... I stepped up really close to one of them, and poked a character, to see if they were real or not. That was quite unwise, for Rhys LaFume roughly reprimanded me. A strange, little dwarf with a penchant for blood. Backing slowly away from his sharp chides, I bumped into James, who came out of his room to see what I had been getting myself into.
"Oh Lily, how is it that you always manage to stumble your way into trouble?" He asked me, his bright eyes twinkling.
"Well. If you had been a proper host, I probably would've known not to poke this character!" I yelled, getting quite red in the face. I could feel all my blood rushing to my face and my ears were constricting for some strange reason.
"Old Rhys has met his match, I wager. You're screaming fit to bring the house down." He said, still smirking.
"Oh shut up." I huffed, and stalked off for my room. Soon, I heard soft padding footsteps coming after me. Deciding not to turn around, I hung a sharp left into my room and went straight for my window. Scowling, I folded my arms across my chest and stared out across the grounds. Hearing a soft, whispering sound, I hardened my heart against what was coming; I never expected what came next.
I felt a soft hand the size of a couch push me back, and another hand caught me and brought me over to my bed. Struggling against it, I felt warmth come over me, and pretty soon, I was too relaxed to do anything but sleep. On my goose-featherbed, I sank into slumber like so many ants walking on tapioca pudding.
In my sleep, I had dreams, strange, strange dreams, which nobody could ever conceive of. Even now, I shudder under the weight of the memory. I remember dreaming of a shrill, high-pitched laugh and a blast of blinding green light. Thinking somebody had turned on the light abruptly; I rolled over and tried to sleep some more.
Upon waking, I heard a whispering noise in my room. Sitting up slowly to offset the grogginess, I looked blearily around my room and basked in the morning sunlight.
" Lil, do get up, we have a big day ahead of us today." James piped, sticking his head in through the doorway.
"Good morning to you, too." I snapped, heaving the goose down covers off and stepping into my slippers.
"Yeah, yeah. Get dressed, we'll see you downstairs."
We? I thought. Maybe more wizards and witches to meet, more reasons to avoid Petunia! Throwing on some clothes, I forget which ones, I dashed to Eden and lo and behold! What did I find? A bottom filled every place at the banquet table!
"Lil! So glad you could join us. Are you up for a game of quidditch?" James said in a singsong voice.
"Sure. But somebody needs to explain the rules first." I say, taking a seat that had been placed there by a house elf.
"Alright, its like this. There are four balls..." said a boy with extremely curly hair. He leaned in closer to me and I could smell his breakfast on his breath. Leaning back very slowly, I said, "Thank you, but I already know the method of play. I want to know the rules."
" Well, well. Err. You see... there aren't any." He said, quite embarrassed that I had brought it up.
" What are so you embarrassed about? It's not your fault there aren't any rules." I rebuked him, frowning momentarily.
My comment ensued a laugh all around, all of them chuckling and snorting and guffawing with varying degrees. 'What did I do now? Maybe I'll never get the hang of this. Maybe I should just go back with Petunia.' I thought.
Just then, a house elf announced that a Ms. Petunia Evans was calling for a Miss Lily Evans. I stood up and went with the elf, and listened to it chatter and gab on about how this petunia personage had slept on the grounds behind their quarters last night after prowling about for a good many hours. "Typical..." I said under my breath.
I was taken to the quidditch field where Petunia had spent the night.
"Well, what do you want then?" I asked, my tension unbridled.
"If you must know, I think that Ms. Wagner, our new headmistress would like to know where you went and I thought I'd follow along with you for the summer so that I may describe in detail what sins you were committing." She said. Recited would be a better word actually. I felt like looking at her palm to see if she had written it down.
"Don't follow me. Go home. Otherwise I'll turn you into a toad."
"You don't know how."
" Maybe, but I have potential. But the easiest thing to do to you is to feed you to the ice dragon. But mum would miss you."
" Well, she's not missing you. Said the house was lovely and quiet with you gone." She said, smugly. I didn't feel at all hurt with that, I knew mum thought that I was exasperating, she still does, but I couldn't let Petunia know that I knew. (Goodness gracious, how complicated)
"Thank God! Do you know how exasperating it is to have a vulture and rooster for a mother and sister?"
" I don't understand."
"No, you wouldn't. You of limited intellect. Roosters crow at the crack of dawn, you crow to mum about my misdemeanors. Vultures sit hunched over with expectant eyes, waiting for the scavenging to begin. Mum sits hunched over, pretending she's a martyr."
"Lily, this is why you never passed English. You're horrible at analogies."
"Oh shut up. And go home. You aren't wanted here."
"I HAVEN'T ANY MONEY!" she bellowed.
"THAT'S NOT MY PROBLEM! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE RESPONSIBLE!"
"I'M STAYING WITH YOU AS A CHAPERONE THIS SUMMER WHETEHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT!"
"YOU JUST TRY IT, AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS!" I bellowed even louder, then stormed off into the house, into the dining hall, into James.
"What's all the yelling and screaming about?"
"Never you mind."
"I do mind. I know that she hasn't any money and she's staying with us for this summer and you threatened her, but I don't know how it all connects."
"You'll figure it out. You're a smart lad. Now, let's go do something dangerous." I said, rubbing my palms together and my eyes lighting up.