LILY KILLED JILY, Or Did She?
CHAPTER 18:
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Lily shrank back, 'NOT A MUGGLE' She didn't think someone was say that to her in a cafe.
"Excuse me, do I know you?" Lily asked him,
She had a long day ahead, with trains,and buses route. She hadn't passed her apparation test yet.
"I was an exchange student at Hogwarts, for a year," He told her. "I recently came back, looking for you!"
"But you have a great accent." She observed loudly.
"Well, I try," He laughed. "I wanted you all along, But I was shunned backwards, because of that toerag, Potter."
She felt a little uneasy at his laughter, but still she couldn't figure who he was or remember it anyways.
"His name is James!" She almost snapped. "James Potter, Not a Toerag!"
"Okay, okay, Just that you are the only one who called him that!" He replied, "What you dating him or something?"
"NO, no, I am not!"
"So what? If I make fun of em a little." He said, "I heard now he's living off of his parents money."
"I know, but he's doing good," Lily felt burning. "He is certainly doing good in the world, with getting paid." She said sharply.
"Okayy, okay!" He relaxed back on the chair. "How about a cup of coffee with me?"
"I am having coffee right now!" She pointed to the little cup on the table. "And you are sitting here, so I think the request is already fulfilled."
He let out a laugh, people turned to look. Lily felt uneasy again. It was something, about the laugh, the crooked smile, the eyes. She couldn't figure whether, it was intimidating or just making her uncomfortable.
"What about a butter beer?"
"I'll think about it," She got up.
"Okay, then, I'll walk you out." The guy was now walking by her side.
They walked over to the train station with together,
"Oh shoot!" Lily stood over by the train, which had left already.
"We can apparate!" The man said brightly, his eyes glinted.
"No, I can't, I haven't passed my test yet!"
"Then, my pleasure!" He offered her his arm. It was late. She was late. Petunia would kill her if she was late for her wedding shower.
The cold gray eyes poured into her green ones. Someone at her school did have gray eyes, definitely, but it could be anyone. She placed her hand on his arm and it burned. She shrank back at one, so quickly that she fell to the floor. She sractched her hands on something. And they bled. But she knew, she felt it. It was the dark mark, brandished on that arm. He was no exchange student.
The guy came after her, and she ran. Before, she could run any further, she bumped into a figure,tall, face covered and a black cloak wrapped around.