AHHH! I know I haven't updated for AGES! I hope you guys missed me but didn't mope around waiting for me to update. I deleted a couple of the chapters because I had made them up on the spot, and they were terrible. I hope this one (while uneventful) will satisfy any desires to murder, harm or maul me in any way. On that note, I have lost track of my reviewers and am SO SORRY that I can't post my thanks on this page. If you reviewed in any of the last three chapters, tell me and I'll put you down on the next page. Once again, I am SO sorry!!! Amen.
"MUM! Where do hell are my friggin lucky socks!" yelled one frazzled James Potter, " I am going to be LATE! Where are they?"
"Tut, tut, language Jamesie," drawled Harry who was sprawled on James's bed, watching lazily.
James shot him a dirty look before turning and bellowing to the empty doorway, "FOR GOD'S SAKE MUM, WHERE ARE… DOESN'T MATTER I FOUND THEM!"
Harry winced and pulled James's pillow over his head. Golden snitches zoomed across it humming merrily, "Sheesh Jamesie, Shout a bit louder will you, I think there might just be a few deaf people in Australia who haven't heard about your socks yet."
James scowled at him again from the top of his wardrobe trying to reach the ceiling where a week ago he had tried to summon his lucky socks with his new wand. The end result had been his socks firmly plastered to the ceiling and withstanding summoning charms. If he could reach just a little bit further…
"Aagh!" screamed James as he grabbed the socks and fell off the wardrobe, onto his bed's canopy. The material ripped and he landed onto his unsuspecting brother's stomach.
"Oof," gasped Harry as the air whooshed out of him, "You idiot, that hurt."
"Gee, sor-ree," grumbled James, "Why are you in my bedroom anyway?"
"Meh," grunted Harry, pushing James off his stomach and rolling off the bed, "and when are you going to take those pictures down! I mean, redheads are hot, but you're obsessed!"
"Am not!" denied James crossing his arms as he sat cross-legged on the floor. Looking around at the redheaded pinups around his room, he sheepishly added, "Alright, so what if I am. But 42 isn't that much."
"You count them," hooted Harry as he walked out the door.
"Only so I can make sure you haven't taken them," James called out the door. He stared unseeingly at the socks he held in his hand, only remembering his unpacked trunk as he came into focus.
"OI MUM! WHERE IS MY PUDDLEMERE UNITED SHIRT!!!"
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Lily was nervous. Very nervous. Very, very nervous. Actually… she was terrified. She had visited Diagon Alley two weeks ago and had already read all the textbooks twice through. She had been fascinated with Hogwarts a History and spent a lot of time trying to imagine herself fitting in with the rest of the Hogwarts population. She never could visualise herself doing magic.
Her wand had become a sacred object to her. Every night she examined it and marvelled at its importance for magic. Every night she fell asleep, hand resting on her bedside table, fingers faintly brushing the magical stick and smiling faintly.
She was worried about fitting in. She was not born of a wizarding family. Would she be put down for that? Would she have a lower ability for performing magic than those who had been raised in a wizarding community? Oh shit, shit, shit…
Lily had always been interested in personalities. She had a mind of her own, and was not afraid to use it. Her personality never faltered in her moods, it changed when she wanted it to change. She could be an Ice Queen on moment, and warm and bubbly the next. She used her 'power' to blend in with other people, but here she was at a disadvantage for she didn't know what magical people would want. Hmm… to be cool or to not be cool, that is the question!
Now she was freaking out. Twirling her wand with her long, slim fingers, she sat on her bed pondering. By deciding to go to Hogwarts, she had entered a whole new world… and she was terrified.
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