Opening the Door
Disclaimer: See chapter 1
Chapter 7 – Call Me When You're Sober
Outside, the Marauders stopped as sounds of crying floated back to them.
Evangeline…
The boys exchanged guilty glances, their plans to help Evangeline flying back into their minds.
Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.
"We'll write our own song." Remus decided quietly, as they walked away again, unable to face the crying Potter left alone in Clock Tower.
Evangeline returned to the Common Room late that night, having stayed crying in Clock Tower, finishing her song 'Sweet Sacrifice' and writing one more for the Marauders, called 'The End' (a/n: by My Chemical Romance – not mine!).
It was only short, but Evangeline didn't care. She'd write them another, just in case.
She didn't want to get them angry for writing too short a song for them.
Should I let you fall?
Lose it all?
So maybe you can remember yourself.
Can't keep believing,
We're only deceiving ourselves.
And I'm sick of the lie,
And you're too late.
Pulling the curtains tight shut round her bed, Evangeline began to change into her pyjamas slowly, shivering as a draught swept through the room, as someone entered, no doubt.
Thinking nothing of it, Evangeline went to brush her teeth, humming softly to herself. She let the three remaining girls have the bathroom first, before finally getting the chance to go in after about half an hour of waiting and writing to pass the time.
"There you go, Freak."
Evangeline sighed and walked into the bathroom, taking her notebook and pen with her. She locked the door and watched as the floating pen jotted down her words, as she brushed her teeth.
Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.
So what if she needed to get the Marauders another song soon? She could write one easily, but it wouldn't be as good, she knew that for certain. They were not going to get her best work for a Talent Competition, of all things.
Now she was writing a song for her – the Marauders were never going to get this one. She had shrouded her situation in another: one of a failing relationship, instead. But the words were still her's.
Evangeline sighed as she exited the bathroom.
She'd write the next song in History of Magic the next morning, perhaps.
The following evening, Evangeline left the Girls' Dorm, carefully approaching the three remaining Marauders, who were, for some strange reason, gathered round in a small huddle, writing something.
Couldn't take the blame.
Sick with shame.
Must be exhausting to lose your own game.
Selfishly hated,
No wonder you're jaded.
You can't play the victim this time,
And you're too late.
Evangeline didn't really care what it was they were doing – they had already taken everything from her, so what did it matter? - but kept moving, ready to hand over 'The End', and the other song, 'Famous Last Words'. (Again, MCR's - not mine!!)
As she approached them, Evangeline pondered over those two songs, compared to her others. Sure, they were okay, but she felt that they lacked that personal feel that even the one written last night, 'Call Me When You're Sober' had.
Evangeline sighed. She might as well get it over with.
Evangeline blinked as she realised what the Marauders were doing.
James glanced up at her and smiled, not really noticing his sister put the two songs and music for them on the coffee table the Marauders were sat round.
They were writing a song.
Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.
Okay, so they were failing badly, but they were still trying.
"Hey Eve! Could you help us? We're kinda stuck." James called after her.
Evangeline stopped, sniffed back the tears threatening to fall, and turned back. Shaking her head softly, she walked back to help them, wondering how they could cast her music aside so easily and quickly.
So her music wasn't good enough – they could have at least given it a chance, and tried it out first.
You never call me when you're sober.
You only want it cause it's over,
It's over.
Evangeline sighed as she sat down beside Remus, keeping as much distance between her and all the Marauders.
Why did James have to be better?
Why did he have to take that from her?
About an hour later, after written all but the lyrics of the song for them, Evangeline took her silent leave, letting them congratulate each other and themselves on their non-existent hard work.
How could I have burned paradise?
How could I - you were never mine.
She took her previous two songs with her, dropping them on her bed as she passed it; running into the bathroom to take a long shower and cry.
So don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
Don't lie to me,
Just get your things.
I've made up your mind.
She didn't care if people saw her music, now…
…It all belonged the James, now, anyway.