As the sunlight shone through the curtains, Lily smiled.
She had been awake for an hour or so, just so that she could fully witness the beauty of her last morning in Cokeworth – for the time being, at least. Well, that, and she could barely sleep due to the excitement coursing through her veins.
"Hogwarts. Head Girl. Seventh Year. Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh. Who is Head Boy? I dunno. But me? Head? Wow. WOW."
The words came out as half whispers, only just piercing through the bleary early morning sounds of birds and insects just outside.
A smile split up her already pretty face, transforming all her features into sheer radiance. Sure, her deep red hair wasn't brushed, and her top was slightly wonky because she had slept in it, but she was beautiful.
Exactly 13.26 minutes later, she was bounding down the stairs, headed for the kitchen to have one last breakfast at home before she left forever. Er, well, for the term.
As she pushed through the saloon doors into her own personal final frontier, she took a long look around. There was the fridge, with all of her brilliant school reports and drawings from when she was small. There was the toaster, the very same one with which she burnt 2 inches off the front of her hair when she was 7, trying to smell if the bread was done.
She chuckled softly before breathing deeply. She was going to miss it this year more than ever.
She snapped out of her self induced reverie as the sounds of life made their way down to her from her parents" room. They were awake, and the day had really started.
Four hours later, and now sat rather uncomfortably and alone in the prefects" compartment on the Hogwarts Express, Lily sat with her legs crossed, jotting down ideas in the smallest of her 3 notebooks. She was mumbling to herself, almost absent-mindedly.
"Gluten-waffle. No, that's rubbish, what are you doing, Lil? Um, Treacle-lasagne. No. No more food at all. Ever. Nope. Er, Simon Says Open?"
"I quite like that one. That"s a muggle game, right? Simon Says?" The voice came out of nowhere and Lily, startled, quickly looked to the door to see a very amused James Potter standing there smirking at her. Great. Just the person to come in and ruin her nice day.
"Yes, it is, not that you care. What are you doing in here, Potter? This is a prefects" compartment, and, in case you weren't aware, you are not a prefect. Please be on your way, now." She internally patted herself on the back. She figured this was a fairly good way to tell him to shove off.
"Actually, Evans, there is something you should probably know. I got a letter over the summer -"
"Saying what? That you are the supreme twat of the century? Nice one you dipshit. Come on, we've gotta secure the good compartment before the rodents get there – Oh, not you, Pete! First years!" The voice came from Sirius Black this time. He was standing just behind James in the narrow hallway with Peter Pettigrew, one of their friends. That made 3, so where was...?
"Hey, Lily! You here early for the prefects meeting, too?" There he was. Remus Lupin, the only one of the Marauders – that was Potter's friends" group – that she didn't outright despise. Well, except for Peter. You just can't hate Peter. He's so socially awkward that you"d feel terrible if you did.
"Hey, Remus. Um, yeah, early.. I guess you could say that? Although, technically, I am actually supposed to be here early to plan for the meeting," she replied. He looked really confused, as did Sirius and Peter (but surprisingly not James). That is, until she pulled out the little golden badge with "Head Girl" written on it in curlicue lettering.
"Ohhhh, you're Head Girl. Of course you are!" replied Remus.
There was a quiet moment before James finally spoke up again. "As I was trying to tell you before these tossers interrupted, Evans: I'm here to help you plan the meeting." And with that, from his pocket he pulled a badge almost identical to Lily's, except that it said Head Boy.
Lily took a couple seconds to let this sink in before her head started exploding.
"What?! YOU?! ARE YOU SERIOUS?! NO!" She started panicking and her breathing accelerated rapidly, which is dangerous when you're asthmatic. Spots appeared on her vision. She felt her body going down, but nothing else until she was woken up with a harshly shouted, "EVANS!"
A/N: I've gone through and edited my older chapters so I'll be reposting the better versions today!
-Chloe, Dec 28 2015
