Chapter 21: Swirls, Twirls, and other words for Fancy Footwork.
Lily had walked slowly into the room, her hand resting softly, easily in James's own hand. James seemed ecstatic in the way he walked next to her almost as if she were a trophy a grand prize the thing that completed his life that made his life perfect. In a way that pleased her, and in another it let an awful distasteful feeling behind in her mouth. She looked up at him sideways from behind her long red hair, his hair was tousled and looked absolutely divine he looked to her like he was heaven sent he was her knight in shining armor.
"Mr. James Potter, and Miss Lillian Evans" a voice announced as they walked into the beautiful enchanted ballroom; nervously Lily ran her hands down the front of her dress.
"Lily you look perfect, there's nothing to fear." James whispered down to her smiling softly, consolingly. The ballroom was filled with many wizarding families of stature. Even fellow students Sirius Black, Bellatrix Lestrange-the entire Black family, Lily could make out Lucius Malfoy talking no, flirting with Narcissa Black that made her sick. Narcissa despite how evil she was, was far too young for the now few-years past graduating Lucius Malfoy. Lily saw that John Thomas was standing beside a strikingly beautiful girl with long cascading black hair and soft brown eyes, she was beautiful. She was the lovely sister of Edward Chang, Serena Chang. Serena looked small and delicate, and in more than one sense she looked as delicate as a swan—and she looked as if she were weak. But Lily knew it was unwise to mark her as weak, Serena Chang was far from weak and Lily knew this all from her Defense against the Dark arts classes with Ravenclaw.
Lily could make out even more people but before she had time to register who was who James had bowed his head to her and asked her in his chocolaty voice if she would like to dance, and Lily was no dunce she knew that this dance would mean the world to both of them. "I would love too" she smiled; his eyes danced joyously as he looked upon her face which only led to her nearly blushing. As they began to dance the witches and wizards watching faded to nothing all that was left was James and Lily dancing swiftly and smoothly upon the smooth dance floor. In that moment all seemed to change to swirling taffeta and people swaying to the beat. Lily had her hair down—but the ends were curled and it was pulled back into a simple yet elegant half hitch. She looked exquisite, or so James kept whispering into her hair.
As they danced together James leaned in and kissed her lightly upon the lips. "I love you," he whispered after he kissed her, Lily couldn't help but smile at this. It was so sweet, so James. The song changed to another song and yet they still kept dancing and the danced progressed as swirls of taffeta and billowing silk chiffon.
That is, until the confrontation occurred. About halfway through the dance Emily came over to the happy couple like a leech trying to such the happiness from the world around her. "Hey James" she smiled brightly, not even glancing at Lily who was still in his strong arms.
"Oh Emily, its you." James spoke his voice portraying no emotion at all. She was what they had broken up over, and she was the reason he had met her sister. And her sister was the reason she was back safely in his arms. "You remember my girlfriend Lily." James spoke again putting far more emphasis on the word girlfriend than Lily felt necessary.
"Oh Potter of course I remember Evans, how could I forget her." Emily spoke equally as coldly now, her eyes shifted and focused on Lily and in that simple instant, her face hardened into what seemed like a death glare. "You look beautiful, I really do love your dress and that bracelet its very beautiful—may I see it?" Emily asked and smiled coldly again.
Lily lifted her wrist, and soon felt Emily's cold hands trace the shape of her bracelet. "Its really nice." She smiled coldly again before turning on her feet and leaving. And that was all she said to her, at least for now.