A\n: Thanx to one of my wonderful reviewers who informed me that this was similar to another story. I went off and read the other story and it is really really good. You should all go and read it. Its called Absolute Shocker by Jamesroxmysox. It kinda puts me to shame coz mine is so similar but now I feel pleased, as I have a challenge. To make mine different, and special. Something that you guys will like and want to read.
To: Jamesroxmysox:
Sorry about the coincidence. I haven't read your story before now. I have no idea why its so similar… maybe its great minds think alike but that's weird. I'll try my best to change it. I'm really sorry.
Ok there goes my bit of seriousness for the week
Here I am, with the second update!
Read ahead my beautiful minions, to find out what lies beneath!
Great hall – Breakfast TimeOh
My
Sweet
Merlin!
I now fully understand why Rose and Sara do not sit nor associate with the other three girls in our dorm. They're crazy Beauxbaton freaks of make-up. CBFOM. Has a nice ring to it. I told Sara and rose, and they liked it. The name immediately stuck.
All hail Queen Lily, creator of great names!
Now, when I look back at this, it sounds like I am a cold bit-mean person. And I am not one, so lets recap and then I know that you will be siding with me.
Sara rose and I walked up the stairs to our dorm. Rather, they walked I stumbled – hey! I was tired. They of course laughed at me. Ha bloody ha real hilarious guys. More bruises.
I walked into my new home, and the first thing CBFOM number one says to me is, "Well I guess you're pretty enough. You should, like, really get a manicure and a hair cut."
Ok she hit a sore spot. I LOVE my hair. Almost as much as old bat mother loves Petunia.
Almost.
It's not possible to love something as much as that old bat loves my sister. It's seriously like a crime or something.
This girl who thinks… okay well I'll rephrase that, who says that my hair needs a cut is called Crystal Brooks. And I hate her already. She gives off that air that I am better than you. She reminds me so much of the girls at Beauxbatons that I want to strangle myself. Stupid stuck up snobs make me think suicidal thoughts.
How Rude.
Her two little lemmings, added their thoughts of "Like yeah" and "Totally."
Well that's what I think they said, as I wasn't really listening… Who would?
Anyways, Lemming number one calls itself Adrienne
And lemming number two calls itself Juliet.
I cannot deny that they are not pretty but they would be far far far more attractive if they wore less make up and didn't dress to look like a runaway prostitute.
I told them this.
I don't think that they like it very much, as Crystal is now charging at me with eyeliner.
Oh
My
Sweet
Merlin
Adrienne and Juliet just joined her, Adrienne armed with blush, and Juliet armed with foundation. I looked towards my friends for help but the stupid prats just laughed at me and my predicament.
What's a girl to do when being chased by three CBFOM's? I ran out of the dorm, fell down the stairs, ran up the boys stairs and all the way to the seventh year dorm. I raced in without knocking.
Had I not been chased by CBFOM's I would have noticed that the sixth years were there too, but I didn't. All I saw was Daniel and I raced over to him, before hiding behind him.
He turned around.
The stupid ass turned around. I mean honestly! Could he be anymore obvious?
ISHK! Males.
"Lily what's wrong?" he asked me, panicking as he saw my wild eyes and beautifully bruising arm due to my latest fall down the stairs.
"Freaks, make up" I gasped.
How come everyone was staring at me weirdly? If you had three freaks coming after you with goop you'd run too.
Just then the door burst open, and the three CBFOM's entered.
They saw the make up in the girls hands and put two and two together.
Maybe they do have a streak of intelligence…
BAHAHAHAHAHAA!
Yeah right.
They started laughing at me. I poked my tongue out at them and pouted. The CBFOM's however, realised that there were male specimens in the room.
Very, VERY good looking male specimens.
The three girls immediately began fawning over the boys. I grinned at them, they look kinda mad.
I went and hugged each of the 11 men in the room, before skipping happily out, leaving the CBFOM's for them to deal with.
I went back to my room and fell asleep.
Next morning I got up and did my normal morning routine – aka going for a run. You must think that I am a morning person; well let me tell you, I am no such thing.
Ask Charles and Henry.
No, I like to run in the morning sometimes, if it means I get to be alone and enjoy the rising sun. I started to run around the lake. On my fourth time round I saw two other people there. Sam and Valentine, the other sixth year males. I ran over to them.
They greeted me warmly, and I sat down in between them.
People here are so nice. They have such a nice personality.
Due to my lack of friendship with these people – I've only just arrived, the only reason I found the grounds was because I flew down from my window – I decided to warn them about my er… lack of enthusiasm in the morning.
Ok scratch that. Enthusiasm is for positive people. That just isn't me. One time I tried to be positive I let my brothers get drunk and ended up cleaning up vomit.
Yes, cynical and pessimistic works so much better.
They thanked me for the warning, and soon the showed me back to my window so I could get ready for the day.
Now I am sitting at breakfast, writing this and thinking about how nice everyone is.
Everyone except the CBFOM's.
Great Hall – Lunch TimeIts official. Going to a school with a bunch of idiot should be made illegal. I am sooo behind in transfiguration that even Peter Pettigrew will get better on his NEWTs than me. How embarrassing.
Professor McGonagall has assigned me a tutor. I really don't want one. Why cant I just fail? What's so bad about that? It might send my mother into cardiac arrest… there's even a plus side.
I don't know who my tutor is, but she said that I would find out before the end of today. I hope that it's someone good looking, so then at least if I get bored I have something good to look at… if it's male.
Oh
Dear
I'm starting to stress myself out. I will just not think about it until I get the letter.
One the other hand, professor Flitwick – our charms teacher – is mental. He is positively insane. There are no other words to describe it. He said that I had talent in charms.
Me? Talent?
That's Ludicrous.
However, he wanted to further prove his point by assigning me to be stuck with some third year for tutoring.
For them, Not me!
So now, some poor little third year has to take lessons from me. I hope that the hospital wing is close by.
I surprisingly haven't gotten lost once today… that maybe due to the fact that I have stuck to my friends like the glue stuck to the pottery of that vase that I broke one time.
Being underage really sucks sometimes.
Oh! Here come the marauders. They seem pleased about something, and I don't think that It was about their prank that they pulled this morning.
This morning, they charmed all the Slytherins to wear hats that were identical to the sorting hat. Most of them were pink or multi coloured but there were some that were black.
I know, not to the best of their skills – apparently – but they did it for me – apparently.
"Hey sugar's" Sirius greets us.
Sara blushes… think there could be something there?
Its worth more investigation.
"Hey sweetheart" I reply. He winks at me. I rolled my eyes at him.
oooh! An owl, and its heading to me. One thought crossed my mind.
Transfiguration.
The owl dropped the letter on my lap before flying out. I was about to open it, when another letter dropped on my plate. I looked up, another owl was flying out. A third owl flew in.
WHAT IS THIS?
Attack of the Lily with paper?
Hey, I think I recognise this owl. It's Metin, my owl.
Metin is Turkish for strong. And he definitely is. He landed on my shoulder and I patted him, and fed him some of the roll that I was eating. I was going to feed him chicken, but I don't want him to become a carnivore! Chicken is good. Who can resist it?
Anyway, I opened letter number one. Here I stuck it in.
Lily,
You have transfiguration tutoring every Tuesday and Thursday at 7:00pm in the Library. Your tutor will be none other than James Potter as he is number one in transfiguration.
I hope to see you improve,
Sincerely,
Professor McGonagall.
I however, got to the name James Potter and stopped reading. I gaped at him.
"What?"
What?
What?
WHAT?
You're my new tutor that's all. Nothing to big. He leaned over and read the letter.
"Oh"
Oh?
Oh?
OH?
"Anything to help the struggling." I glared at him.
He turned back to Sirius.
"Yes, Quidditch trials are this week-end."
My ears perked up a bit. Hmmm…
"What days are training?" Sirius asked. I think that James might be the captain.
"Monday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday."
Ok I am definitely not trying out. Boys are insane.
I turned back to letter number two.
Dear Lily,
Thank you so much for volunteering to help a younger student. Your new student is Gabrielle O'Pare. If you could arrange a time to meet with her, it would be much appreciated.
Thank you once again for your help,
Sincerely,
Professor Flitwick.
Sure, I'll just go and tell her right now.
NOT.
Grr, now I have to wast more time. Oh well. I guess if she needs it she couldn't be too bad, right?
Right.
Ignoring the chatter of my new friends about quidditch I regretfully opened the third letter.
Dear Lillieane Marie,
I have written to your headmaster, and he has agreed to let you come home this weekend so that we can discuss wedding plans. With your unique hair colour, it's going to be hard to find a dress that will look good on you.
Petunia is going to look absolutely wonderful. Why can't you be more like her? She's getting married at 21 to Vernon Dursely and you know how high up and rich he is don't you? He has a lot of power and money. Petunia could do better, but I know that she will be happy with him.
Make sure that you get on that train on Friday afternoon. If you do not, you will never fly a broomstick again in your life. Petunia never did anything nearly as barbaric as that. Sport is for boys.
Until Friday afternoon,
Your Mother.
Oh
My
Sweet
Merlin
HOW DARE SHE?
What if I wanted to try out for quidditch? What if I had tutoring? Or homework? Or extra study to catch up on?
Petunia is an ugly horse! And she has the nerve to criticise my hair. Oh I am going to kill her the next time I see her.
I think the Three Weirdo's – Charles, Henry and Daniel – just caught the look on my face, because all three are walking over here, to find out what's wrong.
I am mad beyond belief and I cannot make a single word leave my mouth.
HOW DARE SHE!
I give the letter to them, my hand shaking in rage.
What am I going to do?
I could just not show up. That'd be a good idea. She can't stop me from riding my broomstick if I want to.
Just because I've never seen a match doesn't mean that I'm not any good.
I got my letter back, and we stood up to go to afternoon lessons.
Oh great, potions.
Ciao.
Beginning of Astronomy classSo it turns out that Star boy and me are the only ones in our group who chose astronomy. I find it hilarious that Star Boy does it. How ironic that today we're going to start with looking at Sirius (the star).
He seems really into it… that is more that what I can say for potions.
Potions was my first experience of the Slytherins, and their head of house.
Oh
My
Sweet
Merlin
Professor Slughorn is the biggest suck up I have ever met. Apparently he has parties – invite only – for students who have connections to rich and famous people.
NOTE to self: do not ever mention parents name to this physco professor. You will be forced to go to boring parties and socialize with boring people.
Alas as soon as I walked in he seemed to know exactly who I was, and all about my cough social status cough in society.
DANM CHARLES AND HENRY RUIN EVERYTHING!
They must get it from my mother.
At least I'll get to see daddy when I go home. AHHH! I sound positive.
Slughorn even knew who my professor was at my old school. He said something about expecting great things from me.
WHATEVER!
I am like THE worst potion maker ever. EVER!
Imagine my surprise when I finished the potion that we were making first! I almost fell off my chair. However I am pleased to report that I didn't, and that I have not stacked it once today.
I am so proud.
I found myself thinking, that maybe I do actually have potions talent…
NAH!
That's just ludicrous.
Star boy and I have taken to calling each other pet names. I think that it all started in the great hall at lunch…
Who cares when it started! It's sooo much fun.
"Hey, babe" I whispered to Sirius in Astronomy.
He stopped paying attention to the teacher and turned to me.
"Yes, sexy?"
"What page are we on?"
He rolled his eyes at me. HE rolled HIS eyes at ME? I thought that I was supposed to be the one with the unnaturally weird eye rolling talent. Hmph!
"92"
"Thanks honey"
"No problem, cutiepie."
Awwww, no one has ever called me that before! Much to my amazement he went back to paying attention. The Marauders are weird.
I think Professor Ajay is asking me something. I have to go.
See ya later!
Gryffindor Common Room – After DinnerI have discovered that James Potter is HILARIOUS! I have been laughing all night. Our other friends ditched us, so we stayed in the common room in front of the fire. I have also discovered that James Potter is the King of wizard chess.
So I am currently sitting here, locked in a fierce battle with him. I think that's he's winning, but what do you expect? Do you not remember me saying that I have no sense of advance planing? Well, that is why I am losing.
OMG! I accidentally got James in check mate!
I BEAT JAMES POTTER
THE JAMES POTTER!
Victory dance!
"Take that Potter," I said in the middle of my victory dance. I jumped up and down on the couch.
He stood up. I momentarily stopped my bouncing to look at him. He has a maniacal look on his face. He's advancing on me.
I am scared!
You would be too if you had a huge baboon with heaps and heaps of muscles charging at you. and what nice muscles they are too.
Yum!
OUCH! I tried to get away from him, and fell over the back of the chair.
DANMITT!
I was hoping to make it an entire day without stacking it. It seems like that's just no possible at all. Gravity is just pure evil I tell.
As is James Potter.
He jumped graciously over the back of the chair. Now I really hate him. It's not fair! I want to be able to do that!
He jumped on me, and started to tickle me. I am the most ticklish person who ever walked the earth.
"Whose the best chess player in the world?"
"I am." I squealed as he tickled me harder.
"Wrong."
He tickled me harder.
"You are, you are!"
"And who is the most sexiest wizard in Hogwarts?"
"Sirius"
"Wrong" he tickled me harder. I'm going to die. I cannot breath at all.
"She has you there mate" he said.
I looked in the direction of where the voice came, only to see his legs. James still wouldn't cease tickling me.
"You are, you are."
"Very good"
He looked into my eyes. I looked into his.
His eyes are the most beautiful hazel I have ever seen. Heat passed through me as I got lost in his eyes.
"Ahem."
We sprung apart like rabbits caught in the headlights. Well, what I imagine rabbits would do when caught in headlights, as I have never actually seen one.
NOTE to self: James Potter has the most GORGEOUS eyes. Try and avoid being alone with him, as things will be awkward now. Always bring reinforcements.
"I think you like him."
AHHH! I'm talking to myself. Well, I might as well answer.
"Who are you?"
"I am your conscience."
I don't want a conscience. I might actually feel guilty if I pull a prank, or hurt my brothers. I gulped.
"I do NOT under any circumstances like James Potter."
"We'll see."I mentally stuck my tongue out at it. We'll see nothing. I don't like him and that's that.
Then why would it be awkward?
I'm confusing myself. I'm going to go and hang with Daniel now. He won't confuse me… I STILL cannot believe that he didn't tell me.
ISHK!
Men!
A/n: ok guys, how was that? I'm hoping that I'm moving away from Jamesroxmysox's story. I'm really sorry about that. I don't believe in coincidence, but I know that I didn't read it… oh well…
SORRY!
Have a good day for my guys, and enjoy it!
REVIEW PLEASE!
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