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"The pungent weed, Eye of Turk, is known to have many, many, advantages," Potter droned.
So boring...
Must...keep...awake.
Ah, the hell with it...
I yawned, and suddenly I was asleep.
I was in a field. It was full of .. Hay? ... Wheat? ... I can't tell, what am I? A hoarticultrist?
Ugh.
I was wearing a pink, flowing dress... And I had a daisy chain around my head.
Boy, I should feel stupid. But I don't. I'm running toward someone..
Ew...
Potter.
And we're kissing. A lot.
Snogging.
Full on snogging.
Pinch me..
No, wait, punch me, please.
PLEASE!
And now I'm saying something...
It sounds like...
"Ibubveiwhames"
Wha...?
"Lily!" Potter said indignantly, "You could at least pretend to listen!"
"I was closing my eyes to shield them from the horrendous insect a'roosting on your head," I replied, "What are you, a bug pimp?"
"Pimp...?" Potter said, eyebrow raised.
"Muggle thing," I said secretly, "You wouldn't get it because you're a wizard... You'd be a great pimp."
Potter grinned, "Thanks. Finally a compliment."
I know it's mean, to exploit his ignorance, but...
Shut up.
"And back home, you'd be front and center at the Mardi Gras," I said warmly.
"Really?" Potter said, his smirk widening.
"Totally, hand over fist," I said, nodding.
I then cringed at my own words.
"Aw, thanks," Potter said, stooping down and kissing me.
Ahh, crap.
NO!...
Well, maybe...
Yeah, ok, I will...
DON'T JUDGE ME!
HE'S A GOOD KISSER.
Potter broke away for a second, "By the way, I know what a pimp is.. And the Mardi Gras..."
Shit.
"Shit," I said, frowning, "... It was a metaphor."
"Yeah, right," Potter said, raising an eyebrow again, "Hand over fist? Seriously..."
"Yeah, that one was by accident."
"It doesn't matter," Potter said, kissing me again.
Ah..
I like this.
Wait, does this mean I LIKE Potter?
No...
I just like the action.
I mean, it's been a while since I had a boyfriend...
Yeah, that's all this is...
Action.
I am just a lonely, and sad girl...
Oh, and sick.
"I love you so much," Potter muttered.
He just HAD to say it.
I hate the 'L' word.
It's practically a swear.
What am I doing?
No, honestly, what am I doing?
I'm just hurting the poor baboon.
"Well, I don't love you!" I practically hollered, "Just get out! AAAAAAAH!"
Potter jumped up, as if shot, and bolted for the door.
Poor Pigmy.
...He looks really good when he's running.
But it doesn't mean I like hi-
Crap.
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I've gone insane.
Plain, Jane, insane.
That's why I suddenly have... 'feelings' for Potter.
Strong ones.
Skinny ones.
Ones that climb on rocks!
Tough ones.
Sick ones.
Even ones with Chicken Pox.
Armour... Armour Hot Do-
Where was I?
Oh, yeah, I have feelings for James.
Strong ones.
Skinny on- damn that evil jingle forever implanted in my brain!
I like James.
A lot.
And I like him kissing me.
A lot.
And I like his smell.
A lot.
And I like his touch.
A lot.
And I like his smirk.
A lot.
And I like his hair.
A lo- can someone get me a theasauras?
So, anyway, recounting the last couple of days, it's pretty obvious I've been in denial.
You see, in acceptance, there are few steps.
I can't remember them all because I've never swallowed a ping pong ball and have to be rushed to the Emergency Room, and then a doctor who looks suspiciously like Geogre Clooney looks at your stomach through one of those cartoon-y X-rays and went, "I'm afraid I can't operate."
So, you see, Bobbette, Denial is not just a river in Egypt.
Madame Pomfrey, who seems to realize I have something important to do, won't let me get out of the hospital room.
So I've devised a cunning plan involving me, and the charm Aracnicus.
Aracnicus makes little insy winsy spiders spout out of my wand. Then down come the spiders, and wash Pommie out. Out comes Lily, and runs away.
You get the idea.
Ok, I'm ready to go.
...Should I say some cool line before I do it, like, "This is for Ribena Cordial Everywhere!"?
No, then Pommie will probably realize it was me.
Ok, are you ready?
Why am I asking myself, I should kno-
"Aracnicus!"
Finally, my subconsious does something brilliant.
It's about time.
Ok, now let out a girlish squeal and we shall be free. Free like the - OH MY GOD THOSE SPIDERS ARE HUGE!
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" I screamed, running straight out of the Hospital Wing and heading towards the Common Room.
"Lily!"
Crap. Someone's spotted me. And I'm not even halfway there.
I turned around slowly, and saw Daria standing about six feet away from me, grinning.
"What is it with you and, like, totally exposing yourself in that, like, ridiculous robe?" she asked, a perfectly plucked eyebrow raised.
Shit. The one part of my plan I didn't think through.
"I'm going to go declare love."
"To James, right?"
"Maybe."
"Please tell me it is to James," Daria said seriously.
"Yes." I said impatiently.
"Ooooooh my God!" squealed Daria, clapping her hands together, "Ok, we're the same size, right? Well, wait over here, in the bathroom, and I'll get you like the best outfit ever. I wore it when I met Leo Browitt, and that went - oh my god - so well. So, like, go into this cubicle, and I'll bring you, like the outfit, ok!"
"Yes," I said, nodding, slightly bemused.
She talks so fast. How does she not faint?
Just minutes after walking out, Daria walked back in, "Sorry I took a while. Ok, so here are the clothes. Aren't they, like, perfect? I've brought two choices in tops and bottoms so you have, like, variety. Cos don't you just hate when someone brings you clothes, and you're just like, 'Ohmigod, I hate this colour, you clod!'"
"Yes," I said again, nodding.
I looked down at the clothes in front of me. I'd seen Daria wearing them before, and they always looked amazing on her. But can a bony red head pull it off?
I picked out an outfit, put it on, and walked out.
"That is like, so oh-my-God perfect!" squealed Daria, "Now go get your man! He was coming into the Common Room when I was, like, coming out."
Daira basically frogmarched me out of the toilets.
I looked down.
I looked up.
I looked side to side.
I can't do this.
Wait, yes I can.
I am a smart, independant, strong woman. I don't need to...
I don't need to..
I DON'T NEED TO DECLARE MY LOVE!
But he loves me too.
Right?
Yeah, he said so...
Right before I screamed at him.
I can't do this!
Yes I can.
And I will!
Right now.
I took off in a sprint towards the Common Room, quickly shouted the password out to the Fat Lady ("Jabbadahut!"), and run inside, stopping to compose myself once I saw James' spiky hair. Resting my hands on my knees, I sucked in a deep breath and walked calmly over to him.
But it wasn't James. Because attached to this boy was ... Ruth.
"Oh, sorry," I apoligized, "Do you know where James is? I need to tell him something important."
The couple broke apart, and the black haired boy slowly turned around to look at me, his face flushed, his eyes...
Hazel.
It was James.
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