Chapter 2

Lily quickly got off the train, and spotted her mother. She said a quick goodbye to her friends, which were behind her and made her way over to her mother.

"Hello Dear! How was the train ride?" Her mother, Lauren, said hugging her so tight Lily couldn't breathe.

"Oh. The usual," Lily said, knowing it wasn't true. This was the worst train ride ever, Lily was thinking. Out of the corner of her eye she saw James Potter and his gang climb off the train and spot Lily.

"Please Mother? Could we go now?" Lily pleaded. She didn't what to have another taunting by James Potter, especially in front of her Mother.

"What's the rush?" Lauren asked her daughter.

"Oh, nothing. Just want to get home is all. You know, get comfortable," Lily made up quickly. Her mother seemed to take it.

"Yes. You're probably right. Ok that's go." Lauren said and together, her and Lily marched out of platforms 9 and 3/4 and started to drive home.

"So," Lauren asked Lily.

"So...What?" Lily replied is a bored tone.

"Oh Lily, Come on and tell me about your year!" Lauren said excitedly and impatiently at the same time.

"Well... What do you want to know?" Lily said in the same tone.

"How was the School year? Was it fun? Did you make any new friends?" Lily's mother said as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

"School was fine, It was lots of fun, and no I didn't make any new friends, just the one's I already have," Lily said in one breath, using lots of sarcasm in the lots of fun. Her Mother didn't seem to notice the sarcasm though.

"Oh, that's good," Lauren said, unpleased at the enthusiasm in her daughters voice.

There was an awkward silence until Lauren arrived in the driveway. Lily hopped down out of the car and ran into her house, dragging her trunk behind her.

"Lily?" Lauren yelled after Lily. Lily ignored her. She ran up to her room, slammed the door and locked it, took off her glasses and collapsed on her bed, sobbing, letting it all out. She buried her head in her pillow. Why did James have to pick on her and Brook? Why didn't he go bother someone else? After a few minutes, Lily heard her mother knocking on her door.

"Lily? Lily, Are you alright? Lily?" She said in a comforting whisper.

"Mother... Please? I... just need some... alone...time," Lily said through gasps from crying.

"Ok. Just come down if you need me. Maybe we can go shopping just the two of us later?" Lauren said and made her way down the stairs.

Lily looked up from her pillow. Maybe that was a good idea. She stood up, put on her glasses over her tear stained face, and walked over to her mirror. The same reflection starred back at her. The same old ugly Lily. She remembered the idea she had come up with on the train. Her friends had agreed to it even though Brook was not pleased. They were going to do it all of them together.

"First things first." Lily thought. She took out her usual messy ponytail and let her shining red hair fall on her back. Lily had always kept her hair up in a messy bun on the top of her head. Not anymore. If she was to carry on with the plan, she would have to get used to her hair down.

Second, she took off her glasses. She was just supposed to use them for reading so she didn't really need them. She just didn't want to draw attention to herself. She needed new reading glasses. Ones that fit with her face and ones that would show her emerald eyes. She broke them in half and threw them in the trashcan.

Third was her clothes. She did have nice clothes! But she never wore them. She never really wore them at all. They were in a pile in her closet. She walked over to her closet and opened. She held a pink shirt to herself. Way too small she decided. Lily picked up some pants and held them to her. They were too small too. She would have to go shopping for a whole new wardrobe.

Lastly, the thing she never owned was makeup. She never really wanted to use it. It was just stuff girls put on their face to impress boys. Lily would have to get some.

"Well," Lily thought, "I have a lot to do better get it started." and with that she headed downstairs to consult the new her with her mother.