Story Title: My Life from a Bird's Eye View

Chapter Number: 2

Date Written: 6/22/05

Date Uploaded: 6/23/05

Author: incompetent.twitch

First off, I would like to say that I'm sure Potter is a very nice person. To his friends. And himself. And yours truly. But besides these aforementioned peoples, I cannot honestly say that I have ever seen him be nice to anyone else. mumblemumblearroganttwat ANYWAYS, I shall now proceed to tell you why this man, no scratch that, boy has ruined my complete and total existence.

He fancies me. He fancies me! That must mean he's stupid, although his grades say he's anything but. I shall explain more about his stupidity for fancying me later on. Along with being an idiot, he's an arrogant prat! He struts around the school acting like he owns it (which he most certainly does not), and has spent the last 3 years boasting about all of his accomplishments to me. Really, it's quite bothersome. He's like the little voice in the back of your head, except not quite as insightful. I can't really say that, because I also hate the little voice in my head with a passion…Hm, maybe that's where all of my enmity came from…

Potter has completely ruined any chance of my having any friends of the same gender, or even of being approached by the opposite gender. Every single female in Hogwarts hates me because they all love him and he loves me but I hate him. Do you see a bit of a problem there? If not, I know the number of an eye doctor…Speaking of which, Potter should get his glasses checked, because I'm not sure what he sees in me anyways.

The opposite gender (namely those disgusting pigs who inhabit the other half of this planet; whom are called "males" in the anatomy books I've read) is too wimpy and terrified to approach me, even if I had been good looking. You see, although I am loath to admit it, Potter is quite good looking. And muscular. You see, he doesn't quite fit into the wimpy category of the male species, seeing that he beats up anyone of that gender who happens to peer my way for half a second and think "Hey, who's that bird, I've never-oof!" (the 'oof' is where Potter tackles them. 'Bird' is in reference to myself. In all honestly, I think that I quite resemble a bird.)

So there you have it. Forgive me if I don't sound quite as Sauron-y as you may have liked, but I still have some cheering charms. However, I am also cheered by the fact that I had a dream in which Potter fell off the ends of the earth. Even though, in all reality, he couldn't actually do that…

I sighed. Sometimes I absolutely loathed the first day of school. Oh well. But! Today would be my last first day of school EVER! All hail me in all of my 17-year-old-ness glory. I think that this is about as much cheer as I can bring up right now. I have just witnessed some 400 odd students, most of them saying goodbye to their parents.

Oh, how I wished that word would be removed from the New Webster's Dictionary. I know that I have not been the only one to suffer an attack from Voldemort, but I still felt singled out. It wasn't fair! Why not make someone else suffer! Like…

…Snape. Yes, Snape should suffer. Now, I know that I have occasionally stood up for that meatball in an egg suit (don't ask), but I really quite dislike him. Actually, he's ranked the same as Potter right now. Oh, speak of the devil. Here he comes.

I cringe, not wanting to hear his randy jokes or some other slander at this particular moment. Then I realized that a girl was walking with him. Hopefully it was his girlfriend. They weren't standing close or anything, but a stalked girl can only hope.

"Hello, Ev-Lily." said the-what did he call me! "Lily? You're turning purple. You might want to breathe." I then realized that I was indeed not breathing. Inhale, Exhale, Ixhale, Enhale…AH!

Both Potter and the blond girl next to him gave me weird looks as I proceeded to choke on my own saliva. But hey, I had a perfectly good reason. I spoke this reason out loud. "Potter called me by my first name. When doth helleth freezeth overeth?" I grinned at my own stupidity, then realized that I had indeed said it out loud. Darn.

"Listen, Lily," Potter tried again, his left eye twitching a bit, whether or not it was from his fear of me hexing him or his fear of me in general. "I heard about your parents, and, well, I'm sorry. I know how you feel-I'm being honest, stop giving me your disbelieving look!" I was not giving him a disbelieving look. He doesn't even know me well enough to know what my disbelieving look was! Prat though he was, he continued talking. "My parents were killed 2 years ago-they were both aurors." I instantly felt bad for thinking any unbelievably idiotic thoughts about him in that moment. "My friends helped me through it, as well as my cousin here. She transferred from Buexbatons this year, and is also in 7th year. She's been sorted into Gryffindor as well. She helped me after my parent's deaths, and I thought that she could help you. Well, erm, I'll be going now…Bye?" He said the last word as a question. Yup, he is most definitely scared of moi.

"Hi, I'm Cecilia. I'm so sorry about James. He really adores you though, and if you're thinking that he's an idiot, you are almost completely right." The blond said. Gasp, she speaks! She rolled her eyes slightly at Potter's retreating back, although a smile flitted around her mouth.

Well, she's most certainly not going to hate me just because Potter likes me. There, I've made a friend. Let's just hope she doesn't run away after giving me the number of yet another psychologist. I tried my luck at speaking to her, hoping that she would not be another one of those girls that fit the blond stereotype.

"Sorry about my strange first impression. Although, it's not going to be much different from my other impressions." She gave an unladylike snort, just like I do. Yeah, she is definitely a kindred red-headed spirit under that yellow mass of string on her head (what most people call hair).

"That's ok, I'm quite like that myself." At this statement, I perked up.

"Really? I didn't think I'd find someone quite as eccentric as myself in this godforsaken school!" I exclaimed.

"What, you don't like it here?" she asked interestedly.

"Oh no, I quite adore Hogwarts." Another snort. "It's just…well, your cousin has made it quite impossible for me to have any friends, in any size, shape, or form, or of any gender." Laughter out loud. Mission-Gain-New/First-Kindred-Spirit: Accomplished.