The Letter

Oh, the joy of studying. When you can do things more fun and... yeah, that's it. When you can do thing that are more fun. But here I am, sitting on the floor in my room, trying to figure out how to transform a pillow into a dog. Sigh. It's not going that well. I mean, it has four legs and looks kinda like a dog, but when he (or she, I don't know) opens his mouth to bark the only thing that comes out is feathers. And he's very soft to. I could fall asleep on him if he didn't try to bite me.

I need a new pillow for tonight. I won't be able to sleep on something that tries to bite me.

I've been dreaming a lot lately. Weird, strange even uncomfortable dreams. But some are funny too. Sometimes I wake up laughing, but then again there are times I cry in my sleep too. There are so many awful things that happen in the world today. People are killed, for no reason. And it scares me that most of them are muggles, muggleborns or muggles who know about witches and wizards. I hate dreaming about that.

And when I do, I want to run into my parent's bedroom and sleep in their bed.

Ehm. Did I really admit that? I was lying. I promise.

Sigh. Better get back to my studying. Even though I don't want to. And that might be because a little group known as the Marauders are in the room next to me. It sounds like they are having fun. I want to have fun. Like now. I would never ever in my whole life tell them I like hanging out with them, but that's the sad truth. Sodding funny boys.

So… Where was I? Yeah, right. Stupid pillow. I need to get a new one.

"… and then I said; 'It's not the oven that smells – It's you!" Laughter. Everything just became warm when I walked into the common room.

"Hello sodding boys."

"Hello Lily-who-insults-us-for-now-reason." Peter laughs at James' comment. Everyone else (including me) is looking at him as he's mad. I think he is mad.

"What have we done to disappoint you this time Lily Flower?" I glare. I don't like the flowerish thingy Black does with his hands. It looks like… ehm… something else.

"You were having fun."

"Oh Merlin's dirty socks! We should be put into Azkaban! We were having fun!" Can you say drama queen?

"Oh quit the sarcasm. Were we disturbing something?" Remus is always daddyish.

"Noo. I was just studying on that sodding transfiguration homework." I pout.

"The pillow thingy? I can't get it right either. I suck." Peter looks really sad. Like he's about to cry.

"Don't worry Wormtail. If you'll need it, we'll help you." Black says it like he really means it and James and Remus nods.

I think the happy spirit kinda disappeared from this room.

Remus is about to say something. As soon as he opens his mouth we all hear a tapping coming from one of the window. It's an owl. It's myowl. Funny. I didn't know Leia left Hogwarts. (Yes I did name her after Leia Skywalker, and I have regretted it since the minute after.)

"Leia! What are you doing here?" Peter has opened the window and Leia's now tapping on his head, just like she tapped on the window.

"Get this crazy owl away from me!"

"Come here Leia." She comes, and she drops of a letter, to me, with a hand wrighting I know very well. Without any sign of affection Leia flies out through the open window. Stupid owl. She will always hate me for that name.

My dearest Lily

Your father and I are getting quite worried; we haven't got a single letter from you this year! Last week we had a problem with the roof, we thought we had a leak, and your father climbed up to investigate and he fell down. Dear Petunia and I sat inside at the time, working on her wedding dress, when we hear him scream. It wasn't as serious as we thought at the time. Your father only broke his left leg and is currently driving both me and dear Petunia mad. It has only been a week and I don't know how dear Petunia and I will handle seven more weeks!

Now to you my dear, how is school? Did you find dear Nicola at King's Cross? We have all missed you since you left, ever though your sister says she doesn't. I will be waiting for your answer.

Your Loving Mother

I'm homesick.

Well, not that I wanna meet my sister. I bet mom lied when she wrote about Petunia. And yes, she's getting married. To this arrogant snobnamed Vernon Dursley. That is the silliest name I've ever heard. The only thing that's sillier is to have similar first- and surname.

OUCH!

The bloody pillow bit me! How could I forget about that one?

I read my letter in my room. Good thing I did, my dad's accident shocked me a bit.

Okay, okay. I cried a bit, fine?

I have to answer mom soon. And I have to get the pillow thing. And I have to schedule a new prefect meeting. And I have to do a million other things. Great. I'll just make a list.

Lily's To Do List:

Tonight:

Get rid of biting pillow

Get an unbiting pillow

Sleep

This Week:

Schedule a prefect meeting

Write to mommy dearest

Get all homework done

… What more?

Oh I can't do this. This sucks. I suck.

Someone is knocking on my door.

"Come in?" James opens up. Only James.

"Where is the other?"

"Left. We thought you fell asleep inhere."

"I just read my letter. It's from my mom" James walks into my room and sits down on my bed.

"Oh yeah? What'd she write then?"

"You know home stuff. "

"You miss her." And it's not even a question.

"How can you read me so well? We haven't known each other for that long."

"I think I know you better then you'd expect me to, Lils."

Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize.

A/N:

So, I know it's been an RIDICULOUSLY long time since anything happened to this story, and that's mostly because I've been feeling unhappy with it lately. Today I found this started chapter and finished it. I don't know if I'll keep on writing. Hey, it took me more than a year to post this!

Well, if you're up for it, tell me what you think.

//Jenny ^^