Chapter two: Acquaintances
0o0o0o0o0oo0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0
I quickly told my dad and Petunia where I was going and then apparated to this so called 'Diagon Alley.' Diagon kind of sounds like dragon, don't you think? Oh well, maybe I'm just slightly insane. Don't say anything to that.
The air pressed all around me, sort of giving the notion that my lungs were closing. Not so pleasant if you ask me, I mean apparating is mighty useful, but it's so uncomfortable. Let's see you try it, and then say to me 'oh why don't we just apparate.'
When I came out of that amazingly odd feeling of my lungs closing I opened my eyes and looked around. I was in a pub. The sign above it told me it was the Leaky Cauldron. What an odd name. Cauldrons that leak aren't good things, you totally blow something up. On the inside it was raggedy, and somewhat dirty, but homey all the same.
I quickly walked over to a bartender and asked in my most polite southern accent "If you please sir? Where do y'all go to get to Diagon Alley? My name is Lily Evans." I said extending a hand.
"Tom and it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance Miss Evans" the man named Tom stuttered, as he shook my hand. "You're not from around here are you? Your accent sounds very…"
I smiled "American." I finished his sentence for him "yup born and raised there, but now I'm here and I need you to get me to Diagon Alley."
He nodded and took me to a clearing with a brick wall. Tom pulled out his wand and tapped a few bricks on the wall, and it sort of deteriorated away.
In front of me was a giant street filled with people bustling about, running errands and going shopping. British accents were all around me, and I just loved it, the little ring that they had in their voice. It made me wonder if my accent did the same for them, but highly doubted it.
So first I went to Flourish and Blots to get my books that were required. And then I ran by Madame Malcolm's robe shop, and adorned myself with Hogwarts robes.
Then I realized. I wanted to explore! And I went shopping first! God I am so stupid sometimes. I mean I have all these bags, and all this stuff, and I can barely even walk! Ugg.
And then I remembered that I was a witch and that I could just resize the shopping bags and make everything smaller. Wow I really do have my blonde moments sometimes.
So I stuck them into my pockets and decided to take a tour around. First I stopped by the amazing Gringotts Bank. It was an enormous marble building, so beautiful. The inside was even more interesting. Instead of the normal wizard bankers, they were goblins!
I sort of get this weird feeling about goblins but whatever that's just me.
So after I got out of Gringotts I decided to head to the Quidditch store. I myself had never found too much interest in the sport; I preferred just to play for fun. But there were always hott guys in the Quidditch store.
Right around the corner I heard a few guys talking loudly. "Seriously, we need to figure out some good pranks for our seventh year at Hogwarts and head towards the new Zonkos that they just put in Diagon Alley."
Seventh year? Hogwarts? I would know these boys. I got lost in my thoughts and ran smack dab into them as I rounded the corner.
I opened my eyes and there were two of them on top of me. The one directly on top said in a very charming sort of way "why hello there! What's your name?" I looked up at him. He had gorgeous hazel eyes that were framed by glasses and horrifically messy hair. He looked muscular and rather handsome.
The one on top of him smiled at me and said in an equally charming voice "my name is Sirius Black". This so called Sirius had shaggy black hair that draped majestically into his stony grey eyes. He was as equally handsome as the other one.
They both stood up and the one with the glasses extended a hand to me, I grabbed and pulled myself up to my full height, which wasn't very tall. Both of the boys looked about a foot taller than me.
"The name's James, James Potter." Said the messy haired one.
They were both quite cute. And you could tell that they totally knew it.
"I'm Lily Evans. Sorry I didn't help but hearing but y'all mention seventh year at Hogwarts?" I asked tentatively.
The two of them shared a matching grin "you're accent doesn't sound quite British. Are you American?"
I just nodded. Because of my Cajun accent I was going to be getting a lot of that, I could already tell. "I love American girls" James said, his face dreamlike.
"Err did I just say that out loud?" We both nodded and a blush slowly crept up his cheeks. Aw he looks so adorable when he blushes! Shush! You can't already be liking guys, you don't even know them!
My mind was having a little battle with itself. Sometimes I just want it to shut up.
But back to James and Sirius. I told them that I had just moved from Louisiana and was going to Hogwarts for seventh year and all that. They seemed amazingly interested.
Sirius mentioned how much he loved my accent "it's not the normal one you hear in the movies and such. It's different. It totally fits your personality though." He said flirtatiously.
I just laughed, guys are so weird. "Oh I'm so nervous about Hogwarts though, like if I'll have friends and such" I said kind of quietly. Both of them looked at me with a look of disbelief "Are you kidding?" James asked as if it was the craziest question ever "A. You have already met us, so we are the start of your friends B. We are pretty popular so no worries and C. You are way too likable to not have many friends." He finished.
For being as conceited as they were, they were quite nice.
Eventually we parted ways with Sirius muttering something about "needing to buy prank supplies" I just shook it off. See even for being the prefect that I was, I still loved to play my occasional prank.
I told them goodbye and that I'd see them in a few days, and got whisked back into exploring and shopping.
It was becoming fairly late at night and I was getting bored just walking around with no one to talk to. So I apparated back to our new little cottage and got to decorating my new room.
Finally at two or so in the morning I took a step back and admired my handy work. The walls were an alternating emerald green and sky blue. My bed right next to the wall with the windows.
Then all the walls were decorated with posters. Everything from my favorite muggle band, The Beatles, to a life size moving poster of the hottest Quidditch star there could possibly be. His name was Eric Goodman, and he played for America. He had slightly shaggy brown hair and stunning jade green eyes. He was tan and muscular, and every time I set eyes on him, I can't help but drool.
As soon as I was done admiring my job well done I practically collapsed into a deep sleep, hey, I was jetlagged.
0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o
Those next few days zipped by in a flash. I toured London and shopped my little heart away. Basically those couple of days were some of the most fun I've ever had on my own.
Before I knew it, it was September 1st. School was starting. This meant waking up early for classes, making new friends, and hopefully new boys. I was excited for everything except the waking up early part.
So once again I stumbled out of bed at the completely pleasant hour (so not) of 7 AM. I downed an orange juice and two muffins. Then as I was walking towards the stairs I passed my Dad who gave me a good morning hug. I half expected him to tell me that we were moving to Antarctica and that there would be some great school there that I could go to. He didn't.
I took a shower and pulled on an emerald green mini dress and leather black flats. I made sure to put on spankies (those little black shorts that cheerleaders wear) just incase I were to bend down to far.
My hair dried naturally, meaning it had a wavy curly look to it. And I applied my natural makeup which consisted of just a little blush, mascara and a sheer pink lip gloss.
Finally I stepped back and admired (well and criticized) my reflection. The dress really brought out my eyes, and didn't clash horribly with my hair. I decided it would make a fine first impression, and that I looked likable.
Then I lugged my school trunk down the stairs and waited a few moments for my dad to arrive. He finally did and I glanced a look at the clock, it read 9:15, so we should make it there just fine with time to spare.
We drove to a train station called Kings Cross. I looked at my train ticket, and had to have a double take. It read: Platform 9 ¾! What! How can there be a ¾ platform? No way!
Oh well I decided that I would just look for someone magical and then get their help. After saying goodbye to my dad in the car, I hopped out toting an empty bird cage, for Ellie who was still off delivering my message to Evelyn, and my trunk.
I walked around towards the barriers nine and ten because I figured it must be around there somewhere. I was about to go up to some random witch when I heard a falsely girlish squeal. And then before I knew what had happened Sirius jumped into my arms batting his eyelashes and continuing in his girly voice "it has been far too long darling."
I immediately dropped him, and told him to get up. He glowered and then stood looking somewhat annoyed. Then it was my turn to smile "How ya doing Sirius?"
He gave me his goofy smile and muttered a "quite well, thank you." James appeared behind him, along with two other boys. "Lilliana, this is Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew. Our other best friends" I smiled and shook their hands.
Remus had sandy blonde hair that had a few gray streaks, he had a few scars on his face and looked a little beaten up. He had troubled looking gray eyes and a smoldering smile.
Peter was close to my height, chubby and he somewhat resembled a mouse. He has watery blue eyes and a small amount of strawberry blonde hair.
"So what is this platform 9 ¾?" I asked curiously. They smiled and gave each other knowing glances and Remus took my hand and led me through a brick wall. Wait! I just walked through a wall! I'm not dead right? I pinched myself, just to make sure. Nope, I'm definitely not dead.
In front of me stood a magnificent train. It was amazingly huge. She couldn't help but giggle at the way the Marauders (as I found out from Sirius, is what they called themselves) were introducing me to England.
Backing up I ran into a girl (damn, I always seem to run into people!) who was about eight inches taller than me, with shoulder length black hair and lavender colored eyes. She was as white as me, with slightly pink cheeks. "Sorry" I mumbled. The girl grinned "are you new?" all I could do was nod.
"I'm Cammie, well my full name is Camilla, but the only one who calls me that is-" she was cut off by a "CAMILLA! My love, how are you!" Sirius said enthusiastically while Cammie just rolled her eyes.
"Sirius Black" she finished. "Lilliana I see you have met my friend Camilla!" Sirius said with a smile. "You know him?" Cammie asked.
"Well, it's sort of a long story… but yes we are acquainted" I said with a laugh. "I'm Lily by the way" I said with a sort of wave.
"Come sit with Brad and me" yay I was getting an invite!
"Who's Brad?" I asked curiously.
"Oh he's my best friend" she replied with a blush crawling up her cheeks. I agreed to go, but I looked back at the Marauders who were whispering and occasionally glancing at me.
"Don't worry, they'll probably follow us. Brad and I pretty close with them" she said with a laugh.
So I followed her into some compartment. Inside of it, sitting on one of the benches reading a book was a very attractive guy, who I figured must be Brad.
Brad was black. He had quite large hazel eyes and a white smile. He also looked quite fit, like he did Quidditch or something.
"Brad, this is Lily. She's new" he just smiled at me. Cammie sat down next to Brad with a plop.
I reached into my pocket and grabbed a lemon drop, my favorite muggle candy, and put it in my mouth and sucked. Brad spoke "So Lily, where are you from?"
"New Orleans, Louisiana" I replied with a sigh. Thinking of home was starting to make me a little bit sad. But on the plus side, England seemed to have way cuter guys.
"So what house do you want to be in?" Cammie asked.
"I'm sorry, house?" I asked with confusion.
"Well, Hogwarts has four houses. There is Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and of course the best house ever- Gryffindor. Slytherin is the house with all the stuck up pure bloods, and supposedly they are cunning. Whatever its more like kniving, if you ask me. Then Ravenclaw is all the smart asses. Hufflepuff is where the loyal and good friends are. And then Gryffindor, which the Marauders, Brad and me are all in, is for those who are brave and courageous." She told me.
"Wow um well Gryffindor sounds pretty great, so I guess that" I stumbled. This was so much to take in!
As Cammie predicted the Marauders strutted into our compartment, and took seats all around us.
We talked for the rest of the train ride, and got candies when the lady with the trolley came by.
Before I knew it someone was speaking over the intercom telling us to change into our robes because we were almost to Hogwarts.
Cammie and I kicked the guys out as we changed. Apparently we took too long because when we opened the door to come back in they had changed as well.
"You changed already?" I asked with disbelief. Sirius nodded and rolled his eyes "guys, unlike girls, don't compare knickers when they change" I glared at him and he just looked smug.
We pulled up to the giant school and I took my first step onto the Hogwarts grounds. There was a beautiful castle that was reflecting of a gigantic lake. Lights were shimmering everywhere. I could tell that I was going to like this place.
0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0
Authors note: Yay! Another chapter finished! What did you think? I really enjoy writing this story. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I like writing it! A special thanks to koolkatkt123, you know who I am , and Ohsnap Its Potter for their reviews. Now
R
E
V
I
E
W
It can be a simple good, or bad. Constructive criticism is welcome. No flames please!