Nina:
I'm worried about Lily.
She's drunk all my booze again.
This is out of character for her. Lily does not approve of alcohol.
Not even social drinking.
She's funny as hell and brilliant company, but ever since she got drunk last year and ended up singing 'Puff the Magic Dragon' on stage, she hasn't touched a drop of the stuff.
Maybe this year she'll let herself go a little. She's so uptight. Then again, she is now a prefect. Which seems to make her think that she is second only to god.
I remember the times when Lily was the troublemaker. The midget with The Hair, who whacked Malfoy on the head with a collapsible cauldron for calling her a Mudblood.
And I was the shapeless little brunette with a Lisp, attitude problems and a scowl that burns holes in walls. According to Lily, little has changed, aside from the Lisp.
She is the only one who dare mention it, without taking a trip to the Hospital Wing shortly afterwards.
James can back me up there.
I've lived across the road from James Potter since I was three years old.
One of my earliest memories is a five year old James asking me to marry him. I proceeded to throw a brick at him.
But Lily is above throwing bricks. Then again, he hasn't asked her to marry him.
Yet.
A few glasses of firewhisky may alter that.
His adoration of my red-headed friend is amusing for the reason that Lily is completely and utterly oblivious to his affections.
You think she would have noticed. He drools on sight of her. But she has, alas, never been one for love. She tends to only like perfect men. Handsome, intelligent, passionate, artsy and fashionable men. Unfortunately, most of the men who meet the above criteria are gay gay gay. But Lily generally only discovers out after she asks them out.
Surprisingly, she hasn't had a boyfriend since third year.
Although, due to recent developments, this may change...
For the past four days or so Lily has not been herself. She has been vacant, dreamy, easy to startle and inattentive. As final proof that something is amiss, she has not folded her socks.
They are lying crumpled on the dorm floor.
CRUMPLED, I tell you.
I know Lily. Sock folding is her life. Something is very, very wrong.
I found her sitting in the library today, gazing at a particularly nasty looking text book, but obviously not taking in a word of it. She was in a dream state. Practical, sensible, logical Lily, just sitting there. Not reading the large book in front of her. Dreadful and strange things are obviously happening inside that girls mind.
"Lily, for gods sake, what are you doing? It's dinner time." I folded my arms and glared at her. My glares have caused many a pot plant to burst into flame, but not Lily. She just looks at me in surprise and says
"What?"
"Di-ne-ner, Lily. It's when people eat a large meal at the end of the day." I sigh at her stupidity.
"Nina" she says, raising an eyebrow. "Dinner only has two syllables."
There is a moment of silence.
"Lily?"
"Yes, Nina?"
"What's a syllable?"
"Lily?" I ask on the way to the hall.
"Is this about syllables again?"
"No. And you can't blame me for being ignorant about that grammar crap. I didn't attend one of those primly schools that Muggles force poor, innocent children to go to."
"You mean Primary School?"
"To be honest, Lily, I don't give a shit. Now to the question - why were you sitting alone in the library for two hours?"
"I was not in there for two hours!"
"Yes, you were. You left at four. It is now six thirty. I am curious to why your study period continued on for so long when, in fact, your study partner was seen entering the male dorms in the company of one Sirius Black, one arrogant dick and one slightly singed fat kid who-shall-remain-nameless-because-I-do-not-know-his-name, around two hours ago."
"Well, he did say he'd come back."
"Perhaps he is at the feast. If he is, it will be a fine opportunity for you to yell at him. Although I advise not mentioning that you waited for him for two hours. Because then he will think you are a desperate psychopath, and will most definitely not want to shag you."
Lily looked as though someone had stupefied her.
"How did you... I didn't tell... how did you know?"
I grinned in an evil fashion.
"I didn't. But you just told me, didn't you?"
She opened and shut her mouth a couple of times, but said nothing.
We reached the Great Hall, where Lily was unable to shag anybody due to the fact that the someone she may have been shagging in question was absent.
Ah well. She will have to be celibate for a little longer then.
I don't know Lupin very well. He is quite quiet and spends lots of time reading. But I think he's far too introverted to ever actually muster up the courage to snog Lily. She would have to make the first move...
Now, to somehow get them locked in a closet together.
Well its a fantastic excuse to drink all that mead in my suitcase.
I must go and ask Sarah if she wants any.
Despite the popular ideology of 'All the more for me', drinking with two is much more fun.
That way, you can drink the bottle and blame your buddy.
Bwah ha ha.
Now, I like OC's as much as the next person (very little) and I like chaps from their POV's even less. But this was a sacrifice I had to make, for the sake of the plot. :) Don't hate me.
