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Lily woke up to Madam Pomfrey, pampering around her. She was tucking in the sheets, and fluffing up the pillows. Lily tried to sit up, her bony elbows supporting her upper body, but Madam Pomfrey pushed her down again.
"No dearie! Please rest! You need it."
Lily looked around, confused.
"Why.what happened?" she finally asked. Madam Pomfrey went straight to the point, no mercy.
"You fainted," she said very harshly.
"Why?" Lily asked. She had no clue. Madam Pomfrey was never like this with her.
Silly girl, Madam Pomfrey thought. She liked Lily so much, that she was angry with her that she would do this to herself.
"Well, your body needs nutrition, and you aren't giving it that." She said, pouring pumpkin juice into a glass on Lilys' bedside table.
Lily still looked confused. She knew she hadn't been eating, but so?
"The disease you have, Lily dear," Madam Pomfrey explained, "is called anorexia. Many girls get it in their puberty, and-" but Lilys' facial expressions cut her off. Her eyes swam with hurt, confusion, but most of all: denial.
"I don't have a disease," she whispered. "I don't have a disease. I DON'T HAVE A FUCKING DISEASE!" Her face was retorted in anger, as her eyes sent out icy flames.
"I don't.I don't." she trailed off, all her strength used up. She flopped down on her pillow, her eyes closing. Soon she was asleep, though Madam Pomfrey wasn't sure if she should rather classify it as unconscious.
She jumped as the heavy doors were opened and slammed shut very loudly.
"Madam Pomfrey! Madam Pomfrey! How is she? Is she ok?"
Madam Pomfrey loudly shushed the upset Em, who had come panting in, with her Transfiguration books and her hair in a bushy mess.
"She's fine, Emilie." Madam Pomfrey answered. "Trust me. She was awake a few moments ago, so please be quiet! She still needs rest! And you should be going to your class now! What will Professor McGonnagal say?" Em quieted down, but refused to leave. She slowly walked over to the side of Lilys bed. She looked down into the still pretty face, despite everything. Without Madam Pomfrey noticing, she slipped a tiny cookie that she had taken from the breakfast table inside Lilys hand. She wasn't sure if Lily would eat it at all, but wanted her to know that she cared for her. Then she turned around, said thanks to Madam Pomfrey, and left silently, head bent. Madam Pomfrey shook her head as Em closed the doors behind her. Friends.she thought. Especially in these teenage years they seem to stick together like fly paper!
Em had forgotten all about the Quidditch match that day, considering her earlier stress. But it really was today. Games were usually held in the weekend, but the upcoming one was a Hogsmeade weekend. Anyway, this was game was Gryffindor against Slytherin. The Gryffindor team consisted of Jacob Carver as the Seeker (he was a very quick and flexible, so this was the perfect position for him), Sirius and a muscular boy named Christian Gromek as the two beaters, Daniel Wood as keeper, and Elizabeth Moscel, Trinity Spott, and James as chasers. Both Elizabeth and Trinity were pretty, and would have been on the Gryffindor cheerleading squad.if there had been one. Jacob Carver was known for his amazing sport genius, even in muggle sports. Daniel Wood was a Quidditch fanatic, determined to win the Cup every year. He was the captain of the team. Christian Gromek had in the second year at Hogwarts flashed a bunch of girls his 6-pack, and word spread fast. He was now the eye candy for all females. James and Sirius, everyone knew.
As Em ran back to put her books away (she obviously wouldn't need them during the Quidditch match.unless she wanted to know how to transform all the Slytherin players into Blast-Ended-Skrewts, which she didn't.but only because she would get in trouble for it), all the other students filed out of the great, oak doors. When Em, out of breath, had finally caught up to the last people leaving for the pitch, she was already in team spirit. She felt guilty, however. She shouldn't be enjoying herself this much when Lily was in her present state. But she forced herself to forget Lily momentarily. A girl has got to have some fun sometimes.
She took a seat in the crowded audience, and waited anxiously until the teams flew out on the pitch.
"And here is the Gryffindor team, ready to kick some butt!" Nick Jones commentated, hopping on one foot, trying to get as far away from McGonnagal as possible, seeing how she was trying to pry him off the microphone because of his use of what she thought was inappropriate language.
"With captain Wood, then Black, Gromek, Moscel, Spott, Potter (best Chaser Gryffindor has seen in years!), and Carver as seeker!"
Em sighed. No matter what, James was always put in the spotlight, making him look glorious. It was annoying.
"And the Slytherin team!" Nick Jones shouted bravely, obviously very satisfied with himself to have gotten out of McGonnagals' reach, who had clearly given up by now anyway. "The captain being Zole, then Raton and Cole as beaters! Jahn, Diavl, and Trunchen as chasers! And finally, Heyz as the seeker!
The applause was tremendous as both teams zoomed around the pitch, showing off all their skill. Or, as Lily would have said if she had been there, showing how self-centered and egoistic people become when they realize they are capable of clinging onto a broom.
"And the quaffle is released!"
Em watched in amazement as the green and red players zigzagged through each other, passing, hitting, and catching the various balls. She shouted as Moscel passed the quaffle up the pitch to Spott, who went behind the Slytherin goals and passed to the oncoming James, who pelted the ball through the hoops. The Gryffindor crowd went wild. Only two minutes had passed, and Gryffindor was in the lead.
"10-0 to Gryffindor!" yelled Nick Jones gleefully. He was a Gryffindor, too.
"Excuse me, excuse me.oh, I'm sorry! You ok? Ok."
Em looked around to see who would even think about getting through the crowd in the stands. It was Remus. He smiled distractedly at her, protests still trailing behind him, coming from the various flattened second and third years.
"Hey!" he said, trying to sit next to her, but having to help a very aggravated fifth year with a red and gold hat up again, as he had just knocked her off her seat.
"Sorry."
Finally, he managed to squeeze himself into a spot next to Em.
"Hey there." he said, looking out onto the pitch, "What's the score? I've been doing some last-minute assignments, so I kinda missed the beginning." At that very moment, Elizabeth Moscel chucked the Quaffle past the Slytherin Keeper, and Nick Jones shouted, "YES! And it's thirty-nil to Gryffindor! Good job, Lizzy!"
"Well, there you go," Em laughed, and they both scooted a bit as Sirius braked hard, five feet away from them, and knocked a Bludger towards Trunchen, who was going for the Gryffindor goals, Quaffle in his hands.
"Go Sirius!" Remus shouted gleefully, and Sirius winked at them.
It was turning out to be a good match for Gryffindor. After half an hour, the score was one hundred and twenty to fifty for Gryffindor, and the Slytherins called for a time-out. Em clapped at the Gryffindor team, as they zoomed around the pitch, waiting for the Slytherins to come back in.
"I don't like the looks on their faces," Remus muttered, and Em followed his gaze, landing on the Slytherins. They were huddled together, and some of them kept shooting secretive glances at the Gryffindors, their smirks making them look very mischievous. But as this was the usual expression of the Slytherins, Em didn't take much notice.
Finally they were ready to go. Madam Hooch blew the whistle, and the players zoomed into the air. Slytherin took possession of the Quaffle, and scored. It was now a hundred and twenty to sixty. The teams had been playing for a long time, and were starting to loose energy. Everyone kept glancing up at the Seekers, but they didn't seem to have found the Snitch yet. Suddenly, as the Slytherins soared toward the Gryffindor end, James' expression changed abruptly from concentration to surprise. Everyone looked at where James' stare was leading. The Snitch! He looked around. Both Seekers were at the opposite end of the pitch, and looking the other way. It looked like they were arguing. Probably insulting each other, though Carver was a good sport, and would only do something like that if he were very provoked. Everything seemed to have halted. Then the Slytherin team saw it, too. And James went into action. As he was not the Seeker, he couldn't catch the Snitch, but he could make his Seeker notice it. Sweeping towards Carver to tell him, he was caught by surprise. The two Slytherin Beaters, Raton and Cole, were speeding towards him, clubs raised. James was fast, but not fast enough for this unexpected happening. As he froze in the air, Raton and Coles' bats rained down on him. He was being pounded by both of them to terrified shouts of the Gryffindors and laughs by the Slytherins. Madam Hooch was blowing her whistle like crazy, but they kept pounding James. And meanwhile, Heyz, the Slytherin Seeker, had seen the Snitch, and was diving to retrieve it. Teachers were coming to the rescue now. They were streaking out onto the pitch, trying to persuade the Slytherin team to stop. Dumbledore looked furious. Then, all of a sudden, to Ems' gasp and Remus' shout, James fell off his broom. Well, of course. It seems he had already broken rather a lot of bones. He couldn't hold on any longer. But he was still 50 feet in the air! Dumbledore was quick, however, and drew out his wand, flicked it, and James seemed to slow down in mid-air. Em turned her head to try to say something to Remus, but found herself dumb struck. Abruptly, Remus dashed towards the exit, and this time, no protests came. Everyone was speechless. Em quickly followed. The whole Gryffindor team had come out of their trance of terror, and were diving to the ground. Sirius was in the front. He landed so hard in his panic that his knees buckled and he fell onto the ground before being able to rush over to James.
Suddenly, Em found herself down on the pitch, following the stretcher onto which James had been laid. Sirius and Remus were walking as close to it as possible, not speaking. James was unconscious. All the teachers were wearing very grave expressions, and when they finally entered the hospital wing, Madam Pomfrey didn't add to the cheeriness. When she heard what had happened, she gasped, but didn't say anything. Em guessed she really didn't know what to say. As Em didn't really feel she fit into the scenario, she moved over to Lilys' bed, still so confused that she hadn't registered what she was doing. Soon, she was lying down next to Lily (she didn't even have to scoot her over, she was so thin), and was fast asleep. When she awoke, she saw figures surrounding the bed next to her, and felt breathing on her cheek. She looked down. Lily was awake.
"Lily!" she whispered. She couldn't help but smile. Neither could Lily. Because Lily had missed Em.
"Do you know what happened?" Em asked under her breath. Lily nodded, not smiling anymore. And they both lay quiet and listened to the voices around them. It sounded like James would be in the hospital wing for a while. Madam Pomfrey could, of course, mend the bones in a split second, but James was unconscious, and some of the teachers were afraid he might have gotten brain damage. They compromised those two things, and said he was in a coma. Sirius was standing with Remus a bit away from everything. Neither Lily nor Em had ever seen Sirius look so.sad. Confused, angry, and sad. Remus suddenly turned his back, apparently to hide something on his face.
Tears.
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Lily woke up to Madam Pomfrey, pampering around her. She was tucking in the sheets, and fluffing up the pillows. Lily tried to sit up, her bony elbows supporting her upper body, but Madam Pomfrey pushed her down again.
"No dearie! Please rest! You need it."
Lily looked around, confused.
"Why.what happened?" she finally asked. Madam Pomfrey went straight to the point, no mercy.
"You fainted," she said very harshly.
"Why?" Lily asked. She had no clue. Madam Pomfrey was never like this with her.
Silly girl, Madam Pomfrey thought. She liked Lily so much, that she was angry with her that she would do this to herself.
"Well, your body needs nutrition, and you aren't giving it that." She said, pouring pumpkin juice into a glass on Lilys' bedside table.
Lily still looked confused. She knew she hadn't been eating, but so?
"The disease you have, Lily dear," Madam Pomfrey explained, "is called anorexia. Many girls get it in their puberty, and-" but Lilys' facial expressions cut her off. Her eyes swam with hurt, confusion, but most of all: denial.
"I don't have a disease," she whispered. "I don't have a disease. I DON'T HAVE A FUCKING DISEASE!" Her face was retorted in anger, as her eyes sent out icy flames.
"I don't.I don't." she trailed off, all her strength used up. She flopped down on her pillow, her eyes closing. Soon she was asleep, though Madam Pomfrey wasn't sure if she should rather classify it as unconscious.
She jumped as the heavy doors were opened and slammed shut very loudly.
"Madam Pomfrey! Madam Pomfrey! How is she? Is she ok?"
Madam Pomfrey loudly shushed the upset Em, who had come panting in, with her Transfiguration books and her hair in a bushy mess.
"She's fine, Emilie." Madam Pomfrey answered. "Trust me. She was awake a few moments ago, so please be quiet! She still needs rest! And you should be going to your class now! What will Professor McGonnagal say?" Em quieted down, but refused to leave. She slowly walked over to the side of Lilys bed. She looked down into the still pretty face, despite everything. Without Madam Pomfrey noticing, she slipped a tiny cookie that she had taken from the breakfast table inside Lilys hand. She wasn't sure if Lily would eat it at all, but wanted her to know that she cared for her. Then she turned around, said thanks to Madam Pomfrey, and left silently, head bent. Madam Pomfrey shook her head as Em closed the doors behind her. Friends.she thought. Especially in these teenage years they seem to stick together like fly paper!
Em had forgotten all about the Quidditch match that day, considering her earlier stress. But it really was today. Games were usually held in the weekend, but the upcoming one was a Hogsmeade weekend. Anyway, this was game was Gryffindor against Slytherin. The Gryffindor team consisted of Jacob Carver as the Seeker (he was a very quick and flexible, so this was the perfect position for him), Sirius and a muscular boy named Christian Gromek as the two beaters, Daniel Wood as keeper, and Elizabeth Moscel, Trinity Spott, and James as chasers. Both Elizabeth and Trinity were pretty, and would have been on the Gryffindor cheerleading squad.if there had been one. Jacob Carver was known for his amazing sport genius, even in muggle sports. Daniel Wood was a Quidditch fanatic, determined to win the Cup every year. He was the captain of the team. Christian Gromek had in the second year at Hogwarts flashed a bunch of girls his 6-pack, and word spread fast. He was now the eye candy for all females. James and Sirius, everyone knew.
As Em ran back to put her books away (she obviously wouldn't need them during the Quidditch match.unless she wanted to know how to transform all the Slytherin players into Blast-Ended-Skrewts, which she didn't.but only because she would get in trouble for it), all the other students filed out of the great, oak doors. When Em, out of breath, had finally caught up to the last people leaving for the pitch, she was already in team spirit. She felt guilty, however. She shouldn't be enjoying herself this much when Lily was in her present state. But she forced herself to forget Lily momentarily. A girl has got to have some fun sometimes.
She took a seat in the crowded audience, and waited anxiously until the teams flew out on the pitch.
"And here is the Gryffindor team, ready to kick some butt!" Nick Jones commentated, hopping on one foot, trying to get as far away from McGonnagal as possible, seeing how she was trying to pry him off the microphone because of his use of what she thought was inappropriate language.
"With captain Wood, then Black, Gromek, Moscel, Spott, Potter (best Chaser Gryffindor has seen in years!), and Carver as seeker!"
Em sighed. No matter what, James was always put in the spotlight, making him look glorious. It was annoying.
"And the Slytherin team!" Nick Jones shouted bravely, obviously very satisfied with himself to have gotten out of McGonnagals' reach, who had clearly given up by now anyway. "The captain being Zole, then Raton and Cole as beaters! Jahn, Diavl, and Trunchen as chasers! And finally, Heyz as the seeker!
The applause was tremendous as both teams zoomed around the pitch, showing off all their skill. Or, as Lily would have said if she had been there, showing how self-centered and egoistic people become when they realize they are capable of clinging onto a broom.
"And the quaffle is released!"
Em watched in amazement as the green and red players zigzagged through each other, passing, hitting, and catching the various balls. She shouted as Moscel passed the quaffle up the pitch to Spott, who went behind the Slytherin goals and passed to the oncoming James, who pelted the ball through the hoops. The Gryffindor crowd went wild. Only two minutes had passed, and Gryffindor was in the lead.
"10-0 to Gryffindor!" yelled Nick Jones gleefully. He was a Gryffindor, too.
"Excuse me, excuse me.oh, I'm sorry! You ok? Ok."
Em looked around to see who would even think about getting through the crowd in the stands. It was Remus. He smiled distractedly at her, protests still trailing behind him, coming from the various flattened second and third years.
"Hey!" he said, trying to sit next to her, but having to help a very aggravated fifth year with a red and gold hat up again, as he had just knocked her off her seat.
"Sorry."
Finally, he managed to squeeze himself into a spot next to Em.
"Hey there." he said, looking out onto the pitch, "What's the score? I've been doing some last-minute assignments, so I kinda missed the beginning." At that very moment, Elizabeth Moscel chucked the Quaffle past the Slytherin Keeper, and Nick Jones shouted, "YES! And it's thirty-nil to Gryffindor! Good job, Lizzy!"
"Well, there you go," Em laughed, and they both scooted a bit as Sirius braked hard, five feet away from them, and knocked a Bludger towards Trunchen, who was going for the Gryffindor goals, Quaffle in his hands.
"Go Sirius!" Remus shouted gleefully, and Sirius winked at them.
It was turning out to be a good match for Gryffindor. After half an hour, the score was one hundred and twenty to fifty for Gryffindor, and the Slytherins called for a time-out. Em clapped at the Gryffindor team, as they zoomed around the pitch, waiting for the Slytherins to come back in.
"I don't like the looks on their faces," Remus muttered, and Em followed his gaze, landing on the Slytherins. They were huddled together, and some of them kept shooting secretive glances at the Gryffindors, their smirks making them look very mischievous. But as this was the usual expression of the Slytherins, Em didn't take much notice.
Finally they were ready to go. Madam Hooch blew the whistle, and the players zoomed into the air. Slytherin took possession of the Quaffle, and scored. It was now a hundred and twenty to sixty. The teams had been playing for a long time, and were starting to loose energy. Everyone kept glancing up at the Seekers, but they didn't seem to have found the Snitch yet. Suddenly, as the Slytherins soared toward the Gryffindor end, James' expression changed abruptly from concentration to surprise. Everyone looked at where James' stare was leading. The Snitch! He looked around. Both Seekers were at the opposite end of the pitch, and looking the other way. It looked like they were arguing. Probably insulting each other, though Carver was a good sport, and would only do something like that if he were very provoked. Everything seemed to have halted. Then the Slytherin team saw it, too. And James went into action. As he was not the Seeker, he couldn't catch the Snitch, but he could make his Seeker notice it. Sweeping towards Carver to tell him, he was caught by surprise. The two Slytherin Beaters, Raton and Cole, were speeding towards him, clubs raised. James was fast, but not fast enough for this unexpected happening. As he froze in the air, Raton and Coles' bats rained down on him. He was being pounded by both of them to terrified shouts of the Gryffindors and laughs by the Slytherins. Madam Hooch was blowing her whistle like crazy, but they kept pounding James. And meanwhile, Heyz, the Slytherin Seeker, had seen the Snitch, and was diving to retrieve it. Teachers were coming to the rescue now. They were streaking out onto the pitch, trying to persuade the Slytherin team to stop. Dumbledore looked furious. Then, all of a sudden, to Ems' gasp and Remus' shout, James fell off his broom. Well, of course. It seems he had already broken rather a lot of bones. He couldn't hold on any longer. But he was still 50 feet in the air! Dumbledore was quick, however, and drew out his wand, flicked it, and James seemed to slow down in mid-air. Em turned her head to try to say something to Remus, but found herself dumb struck. Abruptly, Remus dashed towards the exit, and this time, no protests came. Everyone was speechless. Em quickly followed. The whole Gryffindor team had come out of their trance of terror, and were diving to the ground. Sirius was in the front. He landed so hard in his panic that his knees buckled and he fell onto the ground before being able to rush over to James.
Suddenly, Em found herself down on the pitch, following the stretcher onto which James had been laid. Sirius and Remus were walking as close to it as possible, not speaking. James was unconscious. All the teachers were wearing very grave expressions, and when they finally entered the hospital wing, Madam Pomfrey didn't add to the cheeriness. When she heard what had happened, she gasped, but didn't say anything. Em guessed she really didn't know what to say. As Em didn't really feel she fit into the scenario, she moved over to Lilys' bed, still so confused that she hadn't registered what she was doing. Soon, she was lying down next to Lily (she didn't even have to scoot her over, she was so thin), and was fast asleep. When she awoke, she saw figures surrounding the bed next to her, and felt breathing on her cheek. She looked down. Lily was awake.
"Lily!" she whispered. She couldn't help but smile. Neither could Lily. Because Lily had missed Em.
"Do you know what happened?" Em asked under her breath. Lily nodded, not smiling anymore. And they both lay quiet and listened to the voices around them. It sounded like James would be in the hospital wing for a while. Madam Pomfrey could, of course, mend the bones in a split second, but James was unconscious, and some of the teachers were afraid he might have gotten brain damage. They compromised those two things, and said he was in a coma. Sirius was standing with Remus a bit away from everything. Neither Lily nor Em had ever seen Sirius look so.sad. Confused, angry, and sad. Remus suddenly turned his back, apparently to hide something on his face.
Tears.