Maybe
Lily hummed softly to herself as she packed the books she would need for the day into her bag and slung it over her shoulder.
She was a slender girl of sixteen years with red hair and a skinny face. Her sharp green eyes seemed to jump out in contrast to her pale freckled skin.
She glanced at herself in the mirror on her way out the door. Instead of continuing on down the spiral staircase, she paused in front of the mirror.
She cocked her head to the side, as if in deep thought. She glanced around the large, round room to see if anyone else had come in.
They hadn't.
She unbuttoned the highest button on her stiff white shirt. She took a deep breath and looked up in the mirror.
She looked the same, except a bit more of her throat was visible until her perfectly knotted crimson and gold tie covered her creamy flesh.
It was silly, she knew, to be fussing over a button. It was, after all, just a button. But she had not once been able to walk out the door of her dormitory with the top button undone. She wasn't one of those girls who could do that. She was Lily Evans. She was the future head girl (she hoped, anyway). She was a symbol of all that was good in Hogwarts.
And good girls simply didn't leave their shirts unbuttoned.
She could a distinct clump that got louder with each step on the narrow winding stairs.
Maybe tomorrow she would break out of the rut she was in. Maybe tomorrow she would be adventurous and dangerous. Maybe tomorrow just might be the day that she would say yes to James Potter.
But then again, maybe not.
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Once upon a time (like, twenty minutes ago) I was told that I had my shirt buttoned too high and that I needed to loosen up and have a good time.
Now, the guy saying this was very drunk (it is thirsty Thursday, I guess) and I had never seen before my journey to the vending machines down in the common room. But I suppose that inspiration hits at odd times. Reviews are comforting after drunken encounters in elevators ;) haha.
