Why?

People enjoy this torture don't they?

I bet some great celestial being up there is taking great enjoyment in my pain and suffering.

"Lily! Lily, come here!" my mother demanded impatiently. I was embarrassed to be seen with this woman. Decked out in a white summer business suit with a large, frivolous and flowery hat to match (think horse race from 'my fair lady'), my mother had taken me to this "darling little boutique" in London to find a dress for the Manderbury's annual summer celebration. The shop was small but filled with so many dresses it was full to bursting. Everything was overpriced, and everything was frilly.

Sadly, my mother is one of those tea party loving, opera house attending, ultra feminine women. As such, she loves shopping here. Now, because I absolutely loathe shopping and am currently dressed in jeans and a baggy black t-shirt, I am (in her eyes) up for eternal damnation.

"Lily at least TRY to find a dress. The ball is TOMORROW and it's very important you look up to your social status and…"

Blah blah blah

SHE NEVER SHUTS UP

I'm ashamed to be her daughter.

I'm going to start denying our relation soon.

"How about this dress?" she suggested, holding up a (actually rather pretty) blue dress. But, since it was my mother's pick, I must and will hate it.

…

What?

It's in the guidelines you know.

And besides, I'm supposed to pick it out, not her!

Just as I open my mouth to reject it, something shiny catches my eyes. Running over to the other side of the store, I pull out this rather hideous looking purple dress that's covered with sequins.

Damn shiny objects. Sigh of disappointment

Well that was a real self-esteem booster; I can find dresses WORSE than my mom can.

Yippee!

As I turned, another dress nearby caught my attention. Yanking it off from the rack I caught sight of a darling dress. It was white and smooth, knee length with a little silver tulle peeking out from beneath the hemline. It flared out slightly at the waist and was decorated with a wide silver cinch belt.

"Would you like to try that on dearie?" asked a seemingly darling plump, gray haired old lady. Seemingly being key word. I know for a fact she's more gossipy and conniving than Tracy.

Evil

EVIL!

But I do want to try on the dress…

"Let me find some matching shoes and jewelry first. Thanks though!" I smiled ditzily. My mother, seeing this, came running over. "What'd you find honey?" she squealed eagerly, examining the dress. She looked extremely proud. "I always knew you were a shopper at heart sweetie!" she declared, tearing up.

Aw c'mon

Give me a break.

I mean the only reason I saw was because it was next to something shiny.

Ah well.

I'll bask in the glory while I can.

Basking

…

After finding strappy silver heels and a necklace of large silver beads that reached down to my belly button it was so long, I tried on the dress. Finding it a perfect fit, my mom declared me a genius.

I win.

BWAHAHAHA.

Because of this outfit I'm might actually enjoy this party.

MIGHT being the key word.

Unless one of my Hogwarts cronies decides to stop by, I'm probably doomed to boredom and Freddy Manderbury as my substitute Potter (only even Potter isn't as bad a Freddy). The boy is so full of it, you just want to smack him before he even opens his mouth to say something and watch him squeal like a girl.

Not that I know that's what his reaction would be…

I've never slapped anyone before.

It's just Lily Evans, your typical docile redhead…

Don't look at me like that!