I'm sorry! I really am. I've been so busy lately and have had NO TIME to write, so don't expect me to be very steady in updates, or you'll be disappointed. On the next note, I promised Hestia this chapter and I will follow up. It will be (Hopefully) more humorous than the last chapter. This chapter is dedicated to my fellow United States of America readers. I dearly hope that you enjoy this.
DISCLAIMER: If you really want proof that I'm not JK Rowling, just look below. You don't have to be a lawyer to figure that one out.
The average teenage girl would be excited that her best friend was coming to stay for a couple weeks. But Lily could never be considered normal, so she was pacing back and forth in her room, waiting for the ring of a doorbell, that she was convinced that would bring her death. That's when her bedroom door creaked open, and somebody ran forward and covered Lily's eyes with her hands before she had time to turn around.
"So you thought that I'd ring the door bell and give you time to run, didn't you, you sneaky little bitch? Well you thought wrong." Hestia removed her hands from Lily's face and pushed her glossy black hair back from her face, her designer luggage laying next to her. "So, are you excited to see me?"
"Can't say that I really- I mean, of course. I've been pacing because of my fear of fainting in of your awesomeness," said Lily, after Hestia shot her a look that would melt frighten Voldemort.
"That's what I thought. But don't think you're getting away from me with flattery, Miss Lilian Rose. I thought that we were best mates, and best mates tell each other everything. So I guess if you're dumping me, I can go and be best mates with James, and tell him all your secrets, like that you've never had a boyfriend before."
"You wouldn't."
"You really have to ask that? But seriously, why didn't you tell me? I'm a little upset that wouldn't let me in on all this. And don't give me the crap about how you don't need sympathy or compassion. People can feel bad for someone without weeping on the stairs with them."
"I know I was wrong, but I'm in a bit of a situation here," said Lily, sitting on the goose- down comforter that lay at the end of her bed.
"You think? Actually, I find it quite funny. Who even put you here?" a giggling Hestia said.
"Dumbledore. I never thought that man had an evil side, but I was wrong. I can't believe that he would put me here with James of all people," sneered Lily.
"Yeah, I know," commented Hestia, and then added, "Do you think that I should let them know I'm here?"
"What do you mean, 'let them know you're here'? Didn't they let you in?" The corners of Hestia's mouth turned up evilly when she said this. "Hest, I swear to Merlin, when you get locked in Azkaban, I'm not coming to save you. How could you just break in?"
"Well, it was actually quite simple. The front door was locked, but it took a few handy spells-"
"Just stop already; I don't really want to know more of your criminal activities. Now you should seriously go tell the Potters that you're here, since they might be wondering when they hear two voices coming from my room."
"Oh, they're probably thinking that you and James decided to hook up." Hestia said, then turned around and left the room, not waiting for Lily to follow.
They both walked down all of the flights of the glossy hardwood stairs, through the kitchen, and out the back doors to where James and Sirius were lounging about and playing with a stolen Snitch.
"Hestia!" said James when he saw the unexpected visitor.
"Yes, James, it's me, Hestia. You know, the one girl who's consistently been a better chaser than you on the Gryffindor Quidditch team."
"I know who you are, and I also know that I could kick your butt on any day of the week," quipped James. "Hey, is it true that you threatened Lily with mastara and dresses?"
"If you mean mascara, then yes. You'll get to see our little Lily all dressed up and ready to party." An evil grin graced Hestia's face, and she rubbed her hands together maliciously, like an evil scientist.
"Plus, I conned her into getting drunk at the party." added James.
Hestia turned to look at her best friend, her chocolate eyes wide with a rare streak of seriousness. "Lily, you didn't. You would never do that after the last time. Seriously, you almost got us kicked out."
Now it was Sirius's turn to look shocked. "Lily? The same Lily that is standing in front of me, got kicked out of somewhere?"
"What, you don't think that I can do anything bad? And Hestia, I'm sorry. He's forcing me to do it. I'll just need your help." begged Lily, digging the toe of her sandal in to the sod, avoiding the glare of Hestia.
"No, no, no, no, a million times no. I know drunk Lily, and I never want to be responsible for her again. You'll have to take care of the reciprocations yourself." It was seldom that you would ever see Hestia be so decided on an issue. She usually would be for Lily partying, but she did not want a replay of last time.
"Please, Hestia, please. I need you to help me, or I'll do something that I'll regret.
"What part of n-," her eyes lit up with an idea, and she added craftily, "We could work out an arrangement." Making a deal with Hestia was like buying illegal drugs; you never know what you're going to get.
"What kind of arrangement are we talking about?" Lily said, cocking her to the left, knowing the trickery that Hestia usually used.
"Oh, nothing major, you just have to let me pick out the dress that you're wearing and I also get all creative rights to your makeup." Hestia said this all real fast, like she would be more likely to agree.
Lily had a hard decision to make. She could either wreck everything and embarrass herself, but get to choose what she wears, or be dressed up like a Barbie doll and be safe. "I'm going to regret this, but I pick your wretched arrangement."
"Yay! Now come upstairs so I can do a little experimenting."
Hestia and a groaning Lily entered the kitchen again, and made their way back up to Lily's room.
Hestia pulled out a garment bag that looked like it could burst at any moment, it was so full. "Now, I only brought a few of my formal dresses for you to try on, but there are some that would look really good on you. James would like them too, if you catch my drift." Sadly, Lily did catch her drift, and realized that she was correct, once she started pulling out the garments. All of the dresses were low cut and only reached down to mid thigh, so you were always in danger of flashing someone. There were blue sequin adorned ones, some that look like they were made out latex and dipped in metallic paint, one that was super short in the front, but dragged on the floor on the back, and even a dress that was a pale cream color, and had golden tendrils snaking out all over it. Lily couldn't decide on a personal favorite; they were all too flashy and just plain out dressy.
" Hmmm, let's think, what would look good on you? She sorted through the pile of dresses, and picked out three: the a little red dress, a blue glittery one, and finally, the gold, tendril covered dress. "Now, try them on please."
Lily reluctantly stripped and tried on each dress, spinning in a complete circle to give Hestia the "the complete picture". After going through this process, Hestia finally decided on one that she liked the most, and the dress that Lily feared: the gold one.
So, what do you think? I can't wait until next chapter. I'm actually happy that I've been miserable these last couple of days with whatever sickness I have, since I had no excuse to not write. I will ask you again; how old do you think I am? Nobody answered me last chapter. It's always confused me on why people won't answer any questions I ask in author's notes. Either way, I've got to go, since my brother is getting home, and my fan fiction is kind of a secret!
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