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A/N: Hi! It's been such a long time since I've updated this story. But it has been sooo hectic around here. I'm gonna try my best and not loose my touch in writing this romance story. I'm truly sorry I've disappointed many of you. Hope you like it…
Chapter 2-- "Outrageous imagination"
(As Lily...)
Brr.
I could feel the chilly breeze climb up my arms as the wind squeezes through the window cracks. It's sooo cold tonight; even the Gryffindor common room didn't feel as warm as it usually did. It's so cold that I could still feel my toes chilling even when I'm sitting right by the fireplace.
The room was less crowded now, they've probably all gone off to bed and already dreaming—something I would like to do soon— leaving only a few of the 6th and 7th years finishing up an overdue essay or something of that sort.
And me, Lily Evans, (Most people call me Evans; I don't think anyone else knows me as Lily) a petite, red-haired 6th year was also finishing up reading about the many usage of Wolfgang skin and trying to write an essay on Transfiguration Spells at the same time.
I'm trying to do too much, you think? Sometimes, that's what I keep telling myself.
I don't even know why I'm still in the common room even when it's almost past midnight. My eyes are about to close anytime soon and I have all this muscle-aches all over my body and in addition, my stock of sugar quill has just finished.
Just Great.
I mean, theoretically, I know I'm down here finishing up my schoolwork, but I don't have a clue why I keep on trying to finish my work when I'm already too young for my grade (I'm still 15 years old, but everyone in my 6th year is already 16 -not trying to sound arrogant or anything, mind you-) and yet I'm 3 chapters ahead of everyone in every subject.
Maybe because I know studying is all I've got.
I can't believe I just thought that – But yes, that is exactly the reason why I always stay up till early morning to finish up my homework.
Because being smart is all I've got.
Sigh.
I looked over my shoulder to the long couch over by the bookrack to see a group of teenage girls giggling and laughing, while reading out of an article from the TeenWitch magazine and blissfully ignoring the big Potions book in front of them.
Clearly, I am nothing like those girls.
There was Alyssa Stones, my roommate, the absolutely gorgeous brunette that gets all the guys on their knees. Then Jessica Lynn, another of my roommate who's an excellent seeker in the Quidditch pitch. Or anything like Melanie Pond who's managed to sing in front of the whole school at ceremonial balls.
I just don't have beauty, which was made crystal clear thanks to my dearest sister, Petunia for repeating that to me for over 14 years. I mean, my mom and dad always liked to say I had pretty green eyes and nice curly auburn hair, but hey, they're my parents- why wouldn't they praise me?
Oh yeah, I also cannot sing or dance or do any kind of sports, and even though I looove to cook, that cannot be considered as anything important or special to be offered.
And even if I could do all those things, -- by some miracle that is-- I probably won't. Since I'm shy as hell. I get frustrated with myself sometimes, how I'm just so scared to have any kind of attention from anyone besides my family.
Yes, that is why I have devoted my time here in Hogwarts as an unnoticed brainiac.
I've finally admitted.
I averted my eyes from the group of oh-so-beautiful girls and craned my neck over to the corner where a couple of 7th years looked like they were doing anything but studying for their final exams. And then looked over near the boy's staircase were the Marauders; the mischievous cronies, who somewhat ruled Hogwarts and always had something outrageous planned for the school.
James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew -who the Marauders consisted of- looked like they were laughing out loud about something Remus has just said.
Sirius is the one who always seemed to be busy with beautiful girls. I've just started to be in the same classes with him this year, when he decided to give up Divination and tried to take on Arithmancy. Quite fascinating really, because he has more brains than he thinks he does. Remus and Peter, the calmer boys of the group, have always been in the same Herbology classes with me. Then James, the one who was known for his charms and polished look, has been in every one of my classes since the first year we've got here.
But I don't think any of them knew I even existed.
I slumped back down into my armchair and started to continue my writing on my essay.
Oomph.
My hand is killing me right now; I think all the muscle in my hand just went numb; my right index finger has formed a weird bump from all the writing that I did, my thumb went sore and I think my wrist has twisted.
I just feel like I want to take a rest. Just stop all this writing about Wolfgang Skin and stupid Transfiguration spells and sink in this wooden armchair and enjoy the sound of the crackling fire in the Gryffindor common room. Just close my eyes and pull back all the energy that was sucked out from me.
Yeah, that'd probably be quite nice.
I tucked the knitted blanket up tighter around my thighs and positioned myself as comfortable as you could in an armchair made of hard, Mahogany wood.
Not so easy, I've just learnt.
But between all that, I managed to get a good look around the Common Room; the dark and rich red that coloured the room created warmth like a good summer day-- perfect for this chilly weather. And the dim, glowing candles were drawing me closer to my slumber…
BANG! BOOM!
My eyes snapped wide open instantly. A horrible eruption of a bomb knocked me out of my sleep, and the heavy greenish smoke that suddenly covered the room sent a ghastly toilet smell around the Gryffindor common room.
With my hands I tried to get the smoke away from my face as my coughs got painfully louder and the awful smell filled up my nostrils. I was coughing so hard I felt that I could throw up my dinner!
"Is everyone -cough- okay?" a male voice, who seemed to belong to James Potter sounded somewhere around the slowly disappearing green smoke. "We are truly sorry -- cough, cough-- for the inconvenience, but you could very well blame it -cough- on myidiotic best bud Sirius."
"Hey, -cough- it was your idea Prongs!" Sirius muffled through a handkerchief,"And I'm not idiotic!"The smoke was about almost clear now.
James rolled his eyes, "But anyhow, please -uhum- continue what you were doing." And then he smiled at me and sat back onto his armchair.
Wait.
Rewind and pause.
Did he just smile at me?
I looked up to where he was sitting, and he looked to be in a deep conversation with his mischievous cronies.
Oh. For split second I thought he actually smiled at me.
I chuckled out loud. Yeah, I couldn't even get my roommates to notice me, let alone a boy like James Potter.
I shook my head hard and stuffed my big, heavy books into my bag –I swear, they'll rip open any second now-- and started climbing up the staircase towards the girls' dormitory. Smiling to myself, how I thought anyone, more absurdly James Potter, would start noticing me now. This tired mind can create such outrageous imagination…
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A/N : So how'd you liked it? I hope it didn't suck too bad, but it has been more than 2 years since I've written any more stories in English. So, I hope you guys won't be too angry.
Anyhow, before any of you start complaining bout how slooow this story is going let me just tell you that I planned it to go this slow. Yeah, because I didn't want to rush all the romance so as to not make this story sound hurried. Oki doki?
Oh, I need to receive at least 5 reviews before I start the next chapter. I promise.
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