Wednesday 4:17 am
She was awake. She stared at me nervously and I said, "Lily, we have to talk." I dragged her downstairs to the common room. It was around dawn at this point so of course no one was there. It was the same place she and Snape had been. The same place Snape had –
"What on earth?" I asked her.
Of course she acted all innocent and asked what I was talking about. Like she didn't know. I knew she just wanted me to be the one to mention it and until that point deny she had been doing anything at all at two am besides what a normal person would be doing – sleeping.
So I mentioned Snape. She cringed, but defended him, to my surprise. But once I started really insulting him, she began to cry. Ay, Lily, don't be such a baby. But of course I felt all guilty and had to console here.
Sobbing, she whispered, "I think I'm in love with him." I felt very cold all of a sudden. Lily, don't you know who he is?
Then anger flooded through me. I struggled to keep my voice calm as I said, "You think?"
By this time I was already numb with shock, and it didn't surprise me that much when she replied, "No. I know I am."
This was too much. Yes, she was crying, but I no longer felt any guilt for making her cry. I stood up, scorning her. Now she stopped crying and looked at me. Glared at me.
What did I care? Let that stupid baby cry. It was her own fault she was such an idiot how could she – Snape.
She was really getting on my nerves. Really, really, really annoying me. I could feel faint angry flushes on my cheeks and I screamed back at her.
She replied, calling me – of all things – shallow. Shallow! I am NOT shallow. How can she – she's the one who – she does not understand. There's something you need to know, Lily. Not like I'm going to tell her. Not now. Figure it out yourself. You're the shallow one. Listen to me. Don't you know that I –
My muscles tensed and I glowered at her. She looked back at me with her green eyes narrowed to glaring slits. Snake-like eyes.
"What...did...you...call me?" I hissed.
"You're such a hypocrite," she retorted. "You criticize everyone but you don't recognize your own faults!"
I want to slap you. Hard across the face. And then yank your hair out by the roots. The red strands mixing with red streams of blood. How – dare – you –
"I can recognize one," I spat, "I chose YOU as a friend!" With that, I hurled a pillow at her. Damn, it missed her big fat face. Before I would have murdered her in my rage, I ran.
Then can you BELIEVE what she said?
"I hope Sirius Black spits on you!"
I whirled around and grabbed another pillow. Smack in the face. Ah, sweet, gratifying revenge. Only then did I take my leave.
Curse that stupid girl. Curse her to hell. I no longer feel homicidal, but still – How can I have had a friend like that? I need to curse her blankets to suffocate her or something.
As for him, well, I don't want history to repeat itself.
She was awake. She stared at me nervously and I said, "Lily, we have to talk." I dragged her downstairs to the common room. It was around dawn at this point so of course no one was there. It was the same place she and Snape had been. The same place Snape had –
"What on earth?" I asked her.
Of course she acted all innocent and asked what I was talking about. Like she didn't know. I knew she just wanted me to be the one to mention it and until that point deny she had been doing anything at all at two am besides what a normal person would be doing – sleeping.
So I mentioned Snape. She cringed, but defended him, to my surprise. But once I started really insulting him, she began to cry. Ay, Lily, don't be such a baby. But of course I felt all guilty and had to console here.
Sobbing, she whispered, "I think I'm in love with him." I felt very cold all of a sudden. Lily, don't you know who he is?
Then anger flooded through me. I struggled to keep my voice calm as I said, "You think?"
By this time I was already numb with shock, and it didn't surprise me that much when she replied, "No. I know I am."
This was too much. Yes, she was crying, but I no longer felt any guilt for making her cry. I stood up, scorning her. Now she stopped crying and looked at me. Glared at me.
What did I care? Let that stupid baby cry. It was her own fault she was such an idiot how could she – Snape.
She was really getting on my nerves. Really, really, really annoying me. I could feel faint angry flushes on my cheeks and I screamed back at her.
She replied, calling me – of all things – shallow. Shallow! I am NOT shallow. How can she – she's the one who – she does not understand. There's something you need to know, Lily. Not like I'm going to tell her. Not now. Figure it out yourself. You're the shallow one. Listen to me. Don't you know that I –
My muscles tensed and I glowered at her. She looked back at me with her green eyes narrowed to glaring slits. Snake-like eyes.
"What...did...you...call me?" I hissed.
"You're such a hypocrite," she retorted. "You criticize everyone but you don't recognize your own faults!"
I want to slap you. Hard across the face. And then yank your hair out by the roots. The red strands mixing with red streams of blood. How – dare – you –
"I can recognize one," I spat, "I chose YOU as a friend!" With that, I hurled a pillow at her. Damn, it missed her big fat face. Before I would have murdered her in my rage, I ran.
Then can you BELIEVE what she said?
"I hope Sirius Black spits on you!"
I whirled around and grabbed another pillow. Smack in the face. Ah, sweet, gratifying revenge. Only then did I take my leave.
Curse that stupid girl. Curse her to hell. I no longer feel homicidal, but still – How can I have had a friend like that? I need to curse her blankets to suffocate her or something.
As for him, well, I don't want history to repeat itself.