Lily gazed at her alarm clock radio with half-lidded eyes, willing the annoying love song ("Genie In A Cauldron") to stop blasting through the speakers. It didn't. Suddenly it dawned on her that today was Saturday. Her date with Potter. The one she so desperately wanted to get out of. She rolled around and pulled her duvet over her head, savoring her last moments in bed, and entangled herself in her rose-patterned sheets until she looked like a mummy in floral print. Then she got up. Sort of. Mindlessly, she'd neglected to remember her sheets were still rolled around her legs and torso, and fell over and out of the bedroom door. The date himself was strutting down the hall in a nauseating fashion, making Lily curse ever becoming Head Girl, and having to live in the Heads' Dorm with him.
"Lils! Morning." Potter said, a smile finding its way onto his lips. "Decide to being your bed with you to Hogsmeade today?"
He said this so pleasantly it made Lily want to claw his eyes out. But she'd unintelligently made a deal with Black. And a deal was a deal.
"I think I'd have some trouble "bringing my bed" to Hogsmeade if I can't even get out of my bedroom door!" she snarled under her breath. There. Nicer than what she could've said.
But James still caught on to her nasty tone. "Not a morning person?" he asked gently.
"Oh no, not really. But anyway, good morning." Lily plastered a completely fake smile on her face.
Potter leaned over and kissed her lightly. It made Lily wonder if PDA was his thing, and if he would rather snog her than talk at all on their date.
Lily unwrapped herself and picked up the offending bed sheet. She strolled back into her room and said, "Meet you at Hogsmeade in an hour."
Lily dragged herself to her bathroom mirror and eyed her admittedly small makeup collection. She washed her face and started with foundation. Lovely. Some shine-free powder to lightly dust her face, and she was off to pick out some clothes. Then she thought for a second. I don't always have to look like Ivory Girl. So Lily called for her friend, Jocelyn, to magic up some more makeup for her. With a quick eye roll, Jocelyn flicked her wand and voila, a galaxy of products appeared before Lily's eyes.
"That all?" she asked.
"Yep, that's all." Lily said, taking special interest to the rainbow of lip glosses.
"Okay. You and James go have a blast." Jocelyn said both sarcastically and jokingly.
Now that Lily was alone again, she started putting on the stuff Jocelyn gave her. Well, some of it. She chose a light pink blush, pink-red lip gloss, mascara, eyeliner, and a quick swipe of light pink eye shadow.
Now for the clothes. She was tempted to throw on a muumuu that smelled distinctly of mothballs, but she also had to worry about her reputation in the fashion department. So she grabbed a emerald green tank top, a dark-wash denim mini, and a pair of peep-toe wedges. At least she would look great even if her insufferable date ruined the afternoon.