Disclaimer: Does it look like I own millions of pounds? Wouldn't I be contentedly reading over masterpiece instead of using other people's characters to write stories?
Home Sweet Home (Lily's POV)
I felt like jelly, moulded into human shape. Any moment, I would collapse onto the floor. For the moment, I could just let myself be carried with the crowd, making an effort simply to stand upright. Finally we reached a portrait of a fat lady in pink silk. At first I couldn't understand why we had suddenly stopped in front of a painting. Then I recognised the lady from the stories Al and James had told me, of their night adventures when they had to plead with the Fat Lady even for her to allow them back into the Gryffindor tower.
A prefect said the password loud and clear, and the portrait swung open like a door, revealing a hole in the wall. Through this hole, I could see a large cosy room filled with squashy armchairs and pouffes and lit by warm firelight from the huge fireplace. A few older students were playing chess or reading books. I felt like crying and laughing at the same time. It was beautiful, I thought. I had found somewhere I would always be welcome. Somewhere I belonged. Home sweet home.
Marley, Vera, the girl Marley had bought and I all entered our dormitory. The other girl's name was Amber I discovered at the feast, and she was Australian. She also seemed to smile a lot. We all quickly changed into our night things and, pulling back the plum-coloured velvet curtains of our four-posters, we climbed into the warm soft sheets. I slid my feet down and stared up at the dark canopy above me, I decided to ask the others a question.
"Guys?" I called.
There was no answer.
They were all asleep.
AN: I know, I know, boring right? And too short? Well, I just wanted to give this really cosy picture of Lily settling in. Scorpius Pov. in the next one.