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Author's Note: This Lily is semi-based on a Lily in a story on called 'Lust or Love' by Sarinileni. Check it out, it's really good!
I actually got an idea for each of these rambles…I'm going to do one for each of the Marauders (including Peter) and Lily. So that means that after this one, there's two more to go!
from Rambles with a Magical Flare
A Lily in the Rain
Lily had always believed that rain was calming, as was most of the other aspects of nature. There was just something about it, clotting her already soaking hair and mixing with her salty tears, that had made her forget.
Forgetting was luxury ever since Lily had lost her virginity.
She had known it was sheer stupidity that had made her do it and the next day when he broke up with her, saying that he "needed some space." She knew not to cry over him. They had only seen each other in classes and in the Great Hall. They rarely gave the relationship a chance. That's what I get for being a Muggleborn, Lily shrugged in her head.
When she was trying to forget everything, she meant everything…the war that had just sprung up in the wizarding world; the almost un-namable Dark Lord who had been gathering followers for approximately seven years now; the horror stories written in the Daily Prophet about countless Muggles and rebels who had lost their lives against the so-called "Death Eaters"…. It was all just a bit too much for her mind to bear.
When she believed that everything was shed and the curtain of invulnerability was torn away, letting everyone see her, she thought of James. It had been a little less than two years she had told him off for torturing a Slytherin at the tree by the lake. She looked up at the tree, her mascara flowing in artsy curves down her cheeks. She sighed shakily and held back new tears from flowing. He had changed so much.
He was no longer the overconfident git he always was around her. He had grown up over the summer somehow. He had stopped asking her out every second he saw her and he seemed more solemn in some way that she couldn't quite put her finger on. She didn't know what she thought of this new James.
She remembered what she had said to him underneath the tree her eyes were fixed upon. "You make me SICK!"…. Somehow, she no longer desired to throw up her most recent meal around him. On the contrary, she had butterfly wings tickling her sides when in his presence, but that felt…right. For some reason, something that James had told his friends and she had overheard stuck in her mind.
"Padfoot, that was when I was fifteen, stupid, and in love with her…""When did you fall out of love with me?" she whispered to the images flickering through her mind, knowing no answer would come but asking anyway. She leaned over the banister until her reddened nose met her clammy partially entwined fingers. She poked her foot in front of her, letting it catch the last few droplets of rain before the clouds dissipated and the sun returned. She let the sun dry her a little and silently got up and opened the huge doors to the entrance hall, finding no one and expecting to see no one for quite a while.
