Pretty Little Things
"So we'll both be having butterbeers, right?" I asked Vicky.
"No! Absolutely not! There's nothing pretty about a butterbeer! It's not a girl's drink!" was the weird reply.
"Huh?
What does pretty
have to do with a drink?
And of course butterbeer is a girl's drink. I drink it! So do a lot
of other girls!"
"Well Lily, that's one of my secrets. Make
everything about you pretty. Now why don't you order one of these
cherry ice-sodas?" I breathed out exasperatedly.
"I don't want everything about me to be pretty! That's not me!' I said, waving my arms about.
"Lily, just pick one of the damned sodas."
"Fine!" I said sulkily and called Rosalind, the barmaid, over. I wasn't even listening as Vicky gave the orders. I was sitting with my head in my hands staring into space sullenly. After a while there was a sudden plonk in front of me. I saw a tankard coming down onto the table. A tankard of butterbeer. I turned and smiled at Vicky. She was laughing her pretty laugh.
"I was just joking, Lily. Always be who you really are. But try not to be masculine. And always accept my advice on what to wear." I rolled my eyes at her. Then she said,
"And now I'm going to teach you how to flirt…" I conjured up a piece of parchment and a quill and started copying down everything she said. I'd definitely need the rules. Boys were not my area of expertise.
AN: I know this was really bad, but I'm suffering from a slight case of writer's block. And I don't know the rules of flirting so I couldn't even write those down. In the next fic, Lily's in her fourth year.