So sorry for the long wait. It is an absolute unreasonable amount of time I know. I doubt any of my first readers are still here, they've probably long since given up hope, but i do assure you that I worked hard on this chapter and hope its acceptable reading. Please review I need to know im doing this for something!
Lily stared at her friend, a mixture of emotions washing over her, leaving her numb. Her lips trembled, opening and closing, not managing to convert her thoughts into words. Her small hands were clenched into fists; her oval nails digging painfully into her palms. Her eyes blazing, she stared, furious and unbelieving. How could her friend do this to her? How could her good friend associate herself with him? And so blatantly too? It was outrageous! Absolutely and utterly outrageous!
She slowly turned around, away from the hideous sight, letting her red braid slip off her shoulder and fall down her back. As her green eyes tore off her friend and her disgusting choice of companions, they fell on a girl. A girl laughing so hard, tears were spilling down her cheeks. She was doubled over, clutching her stomach and gasping for breath. Her messy, yellow hair framed her pretty face, which was now beet red and puffy around its bright blue eyes.
If Lily hadn't been dangerously insulted before, she certainly was now. As her gaping mouth closed into a snarl and her eyes darkened, she stood up, knocking over a plate of scrambled eggs as she did. They tumbled to the floor, the plate crashing to a thousand white pieces and they yellow eggs flying in all directions. For a minute the Head Girl stared at them, standing perfectly still, semi-consciously aware of the rest of the school around her.
Then, quickly and effortlessly, she stooped down, grabbed two handfuls of the still warm eggs and smeared them all over the two girls. She then tilted her head to one side, flicked the excess breakfast off her fingers and twirled around. Lily Evans walked out of the Great Hall proudly, swaying her hips and flicking her braid out behind her.
Hearing the cries of her friends echo behind her she smiled to herself and twirled the two sticks she held happily in her hands; their wands. Well, she thought, they'll have fun washing that off. Then she merrily skipped off to the library.
Frank Monroe and Lisa Mason screamed; long and loud. As the rest of the confused school turned around to see what had happened, they received a very interesting sight. Two girls sitting still, their eyes closed, their mouths open and eggs covering the majority of their upper bodies.
The one on the right of the empty spot that had been Lily's was a 7th year Griffindor named Lisa Mason. She was a very pretty girl with a small round face and hair the colour of a banana peel. Her hair was infamous among people who knew and met her. Completely natural it was bone-straight and well, yellow. A strange and rare shade of blonde, it shone around her like a halo. She kept it in immaculate condition and it was always smooth and shining, brightening up the space around her.
Other than her hair Lisa was a very loud, quiet person. She had a strange magnetism that could not be ignored. She never said much, but was not in any way shy. She attracted people to her, and had enormous amounts of friends and admirers. Other than being charismatic she was also just plain gorgeous.
Tall and slim, curvy and athletic. A muggle-born, she was glamour jock. Before being introduced to the magical world she had been completely obsessed with sports. But her all time favourite had been soccer. She had begun at the age of four, and had played every year, all year round ever since. But when she had been brought to Hogwarts, her little heart had been broken to find that they did not know anything about her cherished sport. So instead she had taken to theirs; Quidditch.
She had shocked the older coach with her intensity when she had tried out for the team. As she sped down the pitch, her yellow hair shining like a second sun, she felt the same emotions as she did when she had a soccer ball between her feet. So as she worked her small frame, and pushed her muscles to the absolute extent of its abilities, it had rewarded her. Not only was she a chaser with talents to be envied, but now she was a chaser to be sought after.
There was a sort of unofficial competition between the Hogwarts men; whoever could either win against, or date Lisa Mason, was someone to be respected. Because in the way some girls lived for makeup and boys, Lisa lived for sports and the high they gave her.
But that's not saying she never had and romantic adventures. She was notorious for 1 or 2 day flings or apparent "one night stands". They never lasted though. She was married to her sports.
The other girl, to the left of Lisa, was also a Griffindor. She was Marilyn Monroe, a.k.a Frank. As soon as she had started school, Marilyn has noticed that her name was a bit different than the other kid's. Her teachers would always have to read it twice, laugh and then make her assure them, that yes, that was her name.
As she grew older she began to resent the fact. Why had the god-awful nuns thought it would be cute for her to have the same name as a famous film star? It was just a coincidence that they happened to have the same second name, and that they both had had heads full of curly blond hair.
So the year she had been shipped off to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry she had absolutely refused to have the name Marilyn Monroe any longer. At the age of 11 years old she had taken forceful action. She had walked into a magical beauty shop, slammed down a bag full of coins and screamed at the top of her lungs that she wanted brown hair.
And as she had been called up the first day to be sorted into her house under the name of Monroe, Marilyn she had stepped forward and made her wishes clear. Amongst the snickers and stares of the older students and professors, she had opened her small mouth, and in a clear, even voice informed all of Hogwarts that her name was Frank not Marilyn. And swinging her brown curls around her, she had sat on the stool, confident and fearless.
Growing up in an catholic orphanage run by overworked and strict nuns, Frank had learned her life lessons the hard way. So if anyone at school had bothered her about her name, new or old, she had dealt with them the old fashioned way. They were met with a hard kick to the shins and a strong fist straight in the nose. She used her wand when it was absolutely needed. Otherwise she preferred to use her own methods.
The tiny rebellious 11 year old had grown up though, and she was now a rebellious fire-ball of a 17 year old. Using her good looks and forceful personality to get what she wanted, she was one that was loved and hated at Hogwarts.
Skimming by with average marks, she preferred gymnastics and yoga to schoolwork. A terrible procrastinator she usually depended on Lily or Lisa to help her with notes and assignments.
She was shorter than both her friends but was twice as fierce. An amazingly talent actress and liar she used her talents usually for bad rather than good much to Lily's chagrin.
As her brown curls bounced around her, she would run down the hall into her newest boyfriends arms and smiling up at him innocently and batting her long eyelashes. But what her newest boy-toy didn't know was that 5 minutes before she had been wearing lipstick; and as she winked at Sirius Black over his shoulder, his smirking lips seemed to be a tad darker than usual.
These were Lily's best friends. She loved them more than life itself. She would have traded them for Petunia any day. But unfortunately they were all very different and as they sat with egg on their faces, she skipped down the hallway laughing maliciously.
As what had happened registered in their brains, both girls instinctively reached for their wands. They both groped blindly around the table, accidentally knocking things over, and spilling food and drink all over themselves.
Lisa thought quicker than Frank and angrily grabbed a handful of napkins and pitched them at her friend. They both furiously wiped at their bodies and frowned as the egg came off, but left discoloured splotches all over their weekend clothing.
Frank narrowed her eyes as she heard snickering from behind her, and turned around. She met the twinkling eyes of Sirius Black. He was straddling the bench and holding a napkin.
"Want some help, darlin'?" Smirking, his hand dived forward and wiped a large chunk of egg off her chest. Being too late to stop him, she settled for shrieking and slapping him across the face. But as she did so she smiled, and lunged forward, kissing him firmly on the mouth. He responded immediately laughing and pulling her closer.
Lisa was still cleaning herself off, when she heard a shriek and turned, only to find her best friend engaged in some frightful activities. Smiling in spite of herself she looked at Remus and furrowed her eyebrows, imploring him for some aid. He tutted at her and taking pity in her situation waved his wand, wiping her dry of egg and other food items.
She pursed her lips and looked over herself, pretending to examine his work. She winked and nodded at him, bringing her long legs over the bench. Walking out of the grand hall, she ran a long finger over a few boys' shoulders, and shook her head of hair, receiving more than a few appreciative look in her direction.