Story Title: My Life from a Bird's Eye View
Chapter Number: 6
Date Written: 7/3/05
Date Uploaded: 7/31/05
Author: incompetent.twitch
Disclaimer: 'Tis not mine. Nada. Except for Cece. I do own her.
Last time on MLFABEV:
"Lily…Lily, come back to the light!"
It was Potter. He grinned goofily at me as everyone else laugher their puny, insignificant heads off.
I simply stared at him.
I yawned. We'd been playing arsehole for hours. My nimrodic-acquaintances were all hooked, and they wouldn't let me leave, even though I'd kicked their butts every single time. Sometimes I despised my friends almost as much as I despised ants who took over butterfly colonies.
This is, of course, in reference to Voldemort and the Death Eaters. They are the ants. The rest of the Wizarding World (those who refused to join him, of course), are the butterflies. I just decided to simplify the terms to make it a bit more cheerful.
Even though it's not.
You know what? Leave me alone. I'm depressed.
I glanced at my watch, looked away, and then stared at my watch again. 6:07pm. Oh my goodnessgraciousgoshness! Saved by the bell! Except you know, without the bell.
"Guys!" I said in a singsong voice. Okay, maybe it wasn't very singsongsie. Whatever. "Guess what time it is!" I was incredibly hyper now. Oh, they'd never get it!
"Time for another game?" Sirius asked. I glared. "Guess not."
"Time for bunny poop?"
"Time for food?"
"Time for us to change into our uniforms because we're going to be at Hogwarts in less than an hour?"
My jaw dropped. Potter got it! He wasn't supposed to get it! He-
Wait. How did he know?
I narrowed my eyes at that mop of a boy. "Are you psychic?"
He stared at me. "Erm…pardon me?"
"Don't you 'pardon me' me!" I snapped. "I asked you a perfectly valid question!"
"Lily dear," Cece began, "Let's go get dressed."
Sirius perked up. "Ooh, can I come?"
"Ew, Sirius, you pervert!" Bella yelled disgustedly.
Sirius blinked. "So is that a 'yes' or a 'no'?"
"No, moron." I said smacking him on the arm. He pouted. I rolled my eyes. Very skilled at that, I am. "Come on guys, lets go get dressed."
"Girls." Potter corrected me. I bet he thought that he was doing me a big favor. Well, newsflash for all you Potter Lovers, he wasn't.
"What?" The only thing that he managed to do was confuse me.
"You said 'guys'. Bella and Cece, along with you, I might add, are quite obviously females, and therefore girls, not guys."
"But it's just an expression!"
"Well then change the expression, it's not that hard!"
Obvious exasperation ensued.
20 minutes later, Bella, Cece, and I left the compartment, completely fed up.
But mostly me.
Because I had somehow managed to work myself into a bet with Potter. A bet where I had to pay him 5 galleons every time I referred to Cece and Bella as 'guys'.
I'd be broke by the end of the week.
Sighing, we lugged ourselves into the girl's loo, which hadn't changed much since we'd last seen it. Which wasn't that hard to believe, because the last time we'd been in there was only a few hours ago. I walked to the last stall and locked myself in. As I pulled off my t-shirt, Cece began to talk to me.
"Lily, would you do something for us?" Oh, she didn't watch the way she said it. Nevermind that what I just said made no sense. Rule #1 in tricking/getting me to do anything for anyone else: Make sure it sounds as if I'm doing it for myself, and not for whoever is asking.
"Who's 'us'?" Completely innocent. They know I know who it is, and that I'm just asking to piss everyone else off.
An exasperated sigh. "Bella and I." I think my plan is working.
"I shall consider. Speak on, young padawan."
Bella snickered. "You're a poet, and you didn't even know it!" she exclaimed excitedly. Sometime that girl has way too much energy.
Cece began again. "Bella and I want you to give James a chance."
I almost fell into the toilet from shock. "Excuse me?"
"You're excused." Cece snickered.
"Cece…Bella…how could you ask that of me?" I said in a mock-hurt voice.
"Urgh, not a chance chance, but, like, if he talks to you or asks you out or anything, just let him finish talking before you say 'no' or insult him or whatever." Bella told me in an aggravated fashion.
"That's it?" I asked. I have to say, I am insulted that they would even think that I am incapable of that.
"Yup."
"Well of course." I said. Pfft. This would be a piece of raspberry turtle cheesecake. "Duh. It's not that hard."
"For you it is." Bella muttered, loud enough for me to hear.
"What was that?" I asked loudly.
"Nothing."
We stepped of the train and into the rain (Eek, I'm rhyming again! Oh, the horrors…) for the last time. I think it rained every time a new school year at Hogwarts started. No matter. The few tears I let slip went unnoticed in the downpour.
I hate sentimental moments. Please make them stop.
"Argh, I hate the rain!" Bella complained loudly, making a face. That was the first thing that she said every year. It was our little ritual.
"It messes up my hair." Whined Cece, trying valiantly and failing to cover her sopping blond curls. She too made a face.
"Your hair looks fine." Remus told her soothingly. Cece blushed. I raised my eyebrows.
"You girls always look fine." Potter said from behind me. I turned around to stare at him, and found him already doing the same to me.
Then, amazing my friends and the Marauders and horrifying myself, I blushed. Of course it was obvious, even in the rain. It stood out brightly against my ultra-pale skin. Spinning around (ooh, more Bond.), I walked quickly towards the carriages. I kept my eyes straight ahead, because I knew that Potter and the rest of the gang would be gaping at my back.
A few minutes later, and alone, finally, with my friends I let out a completely contented and relieved sigh. Ah, the joys of…well, being away from guys, I guess. Bella and Cece smirked at me, and I ignored them. My female intuition (that's intact, at least) told me that this would be happening a lot this year.
We sat in silence for a few minutes. Cece and Bella were staring at me expectantly, waiting for me to entertain them. I scowled at the thought. I wasn't always going to be around to entertain them. I could be off filming elephants in Africa one day. Then what would they do? They could always get a pet…
Which reminds of yet another stupid story. It looks like I will be entertaining after all.
"Hey, Bella, you know my neighbors?" I asked, already beginning to grin at the utter stupidity of the story. Surprisingly, it contained neither I nor the Marauders.
"The one with the cow?"
"Your neighbors have a cow?" Cece asked in disbelief.
"Yeah, it smells awful. I couldn't stand it when I stayed over at Lil's house." Bella teased.
"Yes, they do have a cow. Can I tell my story?" I have never been one for patience. But, of course, you already know this.
"Fine, gosh." I beamed at Cece only after she'd made a lovely face at yours truly.
"Yeah, well, some new neighbors moved in on the other side of them, and they have three young kids. One day…"
"One Day More!" Cece sang. I was in shock. Hooziwhatsie? Where on earth did that come from? Granted, she has spent the whole day in my company, but that was really far-fetched. Especially because I do not sing.
Cece grinned sheepishly. "I saw a new play in London over the summer. It's called 'Les Miserables'. It's about the French Revolution and the barricade and stuff."
"Where?" I asked.
Cece's eyes nearly popped out of her head. "In France!"
I cracked up. I love my blond moments. No offense to blonds, though.
"Well, anyways, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted…" here I stuck out my tongue at Cece.
"Lovely." Cece snorted.
"Sexy." Bella added. I ignored that. I'm straight, thank you very much (no offense to those of you who aren't).
"Well, one day, the cow got loose and went into the new neighbor's yard. The mom freaked, called the police, and said 'There's a baby cow running loose in my yard. You've got to kill it before it eats my children.'"
My friends roared with laughter. I stood up and took a bow, and was immediately pitched face first into Bella when the carriage came to a sudden stop.
I swear, I don't think my friends will ever tire of laughing at me.
A few minutes later and we were entering the Great Hall. It never failed to amaze me.
"Look!" cried Sirius, who had entered right behind me. He was pointing to the ceiling, which reflected the night sky. Both he and Potter had childish looks of glee on their faces, which you don't see very often in our times (unless, of course, you were looking at any of the 7th year Gryffindors…). And I know I'll hate myself forever for even thinking this, but the whole thing was rather adorable.
I looked up towards where Sirius was pointing. It was a constellation. I grinned and rolled my eyes for the umpteenth time. I really need to stop doing that.
Together, Bella and I said "Wow, it's Sirius, the Wonder Dog Star!"
Everyone around us laughed. Bella, Sirius, and I had been doing it since 4th year, when Potter started liking me.
Why do I have that useless fact stored in my highly useful brain? Oh well, I'll just dispose of it…
While I was busy doing that (not that I actually forgot forgot about it, of course), we made our way over to the Gryffindor table. Bella and I sat at our usual spots next to each other, with Cece on my unoccupied side.
Surprisingly, the Marauders sat across from us. Remus across from Cece, Pettigrew across from me, Sirius across from Bella, and Potter next to him, glaring at Peter. Honestly, I would rather have sat across from Potter, based on the train ride here.
The doors opened once again and the new First Years walked in behind Professor McGonagall, who was carrying a small wooden stool with a worn and tattered hat on top of it. I pulled a bored face. I hadn't even been excited at my own sorting. Remus snorted as he caught sight of my obviously devastatingly gorgeous face.
To my great relief, the sorting seemed shorter this year. I glanced down at the table and – Ooh, pumpkin juice! Leaning forwards, I grabbed my goblet. Then, I glanced up at the ceiling and started mouthing "Thank you, thank you!"
Bella snoted. Dumbledore ended his speech, which I didn't even realize that he'd started. Bella, Cece, and I all took sips of our lovely, wonderful, delicious, flavorful pumpkin juice.
After swallowing (Cece and Bella didn't savor the flavor, as I did. Morons.), Bella looked over at me. She appeared thoughtful, and that is never a good thing. "I think that you should start a diary, Lily."
I spat out my mouthful of pumpkin juice all over Pettigrew. I think that this is the first time that I've ever felt sorry for him.
Suddenly Dumbledore stood up again. "I forgot," he said, eyes twinkle their stupid mischevious twinkle, "To introduce our new Head Students."
Oh, shoot.
My mouth had gone dry, so I took a sip of pumpkin juice, as did Bella and Cece.
"Our new Head Boy, James Potter from Gryffindor!"
Bella, Cece, and I all spat our drinks, which we really should have saved in the first place. Apparently so had Potter, because he was hacking and coughing away as Sirius (who was dripping with pumpkin juice, but looking gleeful nonetheless) hauled him out of his seat. The other females around us (other females: nasty, slutty, form of human, with IQ lower than that of a pancake) all screamed and cheered like Potter was some sort of a superstar or something.
Which he kind of was, I guess.
"And our new Head Girl, also from Gryffindor, Lily Evans!"
For the third time that meal I spewed some of my precious pumpkin juice all over unsuspecting poor Peter Pettigrew.
Hola, my homies!
How has everyone been? I'm sorry that I haven't updated for almost a month. I've been busy with camp, and getting grounded and banned from the computer and the likes. I hope that all of your summers have been going well/ Which reminds me…
Omg, Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince came out! Aahhhh! Of course, I read it in like 7 hours. With one interruption for a 3 hour birthday party, but no matter. It was awesome! Very different from the other books, but satisfying nonetheless. Now, I wonder when the 7th one will come out…
Please find the time to review! Thanks!
-twitch