Saturday 10:17 am
Lily isn't as stupid as I thought, but she's stupider than she used to be.
I was doing my homework in the common room when he came downstairs. I sat frozen in my seat. I didn't want to walk past him, which is what I'd have to do to escape to either my dormitory or leave the common room. I cursed myself for still feeling this way, but I shuddered to be so near to him.
He paced back and forth anxiously.
My wondering soon ended when Lily entered the common room.
"Severus!" she exclaimed happily and I closed my book, disgusted and ready to leave.
But he surprised me. He glared and scowled and fumed at her.
She was shocked. His accusations, his lack of trust, his jealousy.
She had been in the hospital wing with a broken leg? Oh, so that explains where she was yesterday
I simply listened to their argument in fascination; that he thought she would be out "cavorting with James Potter." I remembered mentioning him to her once, that he liked her, that they'd be cute together, that he wasn't so bad-looking – and she had replied scornfully, horrified and disdainful that I could possibly suggest him to her. And that was recently. Now, she had – what? Kissed him? Why, was that "Severus" only practice?
My, was he mad. And so was she. I wished to myself that she would punch him in the face. No such luck.
But at least she's now recognized him as the unreasonable jerk he is... right?
He stormed away and she collapsed sobbing. I sighed with relief. She had ventured to his side, learned the truth of his nature, and come back. He would be gone. Oh, please he would be gone.
I hurried up to Lily and gave her my (false, what else) condolences. I hugged and comforted her. It's all over. Forget him. He's gone. It's all very sad, but it's finished. I'll be your friend, let's hate him together. It's a good thing he's gone.
Oh, but then she had to go and act stupid. Lily, don't be so thick. You are naÑve. She went to say sorry. I cringed. All hope is lost for you, Lily.
From the common room, I heard the low rumbling of his voice, the slam of a door, saw Lily's tear-streaked face rush down the stairs and fly past me, out the common room.
I let out a shaky, but relieved sigh.
Lily isn't as stupid as I thought, but she's stupider than she used to be.
I was doing my homework in the common room when he came downstairs. I sat frozen in my seat. I didn't want to walk past him, which is what I'd have to do to escape to either my dormitory or leave the common room. I cursed myself for still feeling this way, but I shuddered to be so near to him.
He paced back and forth anxiously.
My wondering soon ended when Lily entered the common room.
"Severus!" she exclaimed happily and I closed my book, disgusted and ready to leave.
But he surprised me. He glared and scowled and fumed at her.
She was shocked. His accusations, his lack of trust, his jealousy.
She had been in the hospital wing with a broken leg? Oh, so that explains where she was yesterday
I simply listened to their argument in fascination; that he thought she would be out "cavorting with James Potter." I remembered mentioning him to her once, that he liked her, that they'd be cute together, that he wasn't so bad-looking – and she had replied scornfully, horrified and disdainful that I could possibly suggest him to her. And that was recently. Now, she had – what? Kissed him? Why, was that "Severus" only practice?
My, was he mad. And so was she. I wished to myself that she would punch him in the face. No such luck.
But at least she's now recognized him as the unreasonable jerk he is... right?
He stormed away and she collapsed sobbing. I sighed with relief. She had ventured to his side, learned the truth of his nature, and come back. He would be gone. Oh, please he would be gone.
I hurried up to Lily and gave her my (false, what else) condolences. I hugged and comforted her. It's all over. Forget him. He's gone. It's all very sad, but it's finished. I'll be your friend, let's hate him together. It's a good thing he's gone.
Oh, but then she had to go and act stupid. Lily, don't be so thick. You are naÑve. She went to say sorry. I cringed. All hope is lost for you, Lily.
From the common room, I heard the low rumbling of his voice, the slam of a door, saw Lily's tear-streaked face rush down the stairs and fly past me, out the common room.
I let out a shaky, but relieved sigh.