"SILENCE!" A small, yet great voice thunders in the gymnasium at school.
And immediately, there is awkward silence, except for two prying voices.
"But she-" The small boy whimpers, cowering under Lily's gaze.
"It's mine anyway!" A girl argues, pulling the pencil.
They were arguing over a pencil. A pencil.
"To whom does this pencil belong to?" Lily asks, thundering her voice to make it sound formal.
The boy stays silent, scowling and turning away.
"Me." A single voice stands out, belonging to the outcast girl in plaits.
"Why did you take the pencil?" Lily asks the boy, already knowing what she was going to do about this situation.
"Because she took my eraser." She looks the boy straight in the eye, and he tries not to flinch.
He's lying.
"You're lying." She decides, and pulls the whimpering boy into a corner. "Tell me the truth."
"Really, I-" And one quick glance from Lily's face was all the boy needed to break down. "Alright, alright! Everyone knows that Elisabeth Warynth is an outcast. Nobody is gonna care if I take her pencil!"
She slaps him hard, across the face. "Say that again."
"Uh-uh, everyone knows that Elisabeth Warynth is an outcast and that nobody is gonna care if I take her pencil?"
Lily slaps him again, harder, and the poor boy begins to cry.
"Say that again."
And when the boy shakes his head, tears streaking down his red face, Lily softens.
"Nobody likes to be an outcast. I want you to give Elisabeth back her pencil. And, I want you to apologize."
"Elisabeth, I'm-" The boy calls to Elisabeth, but is interrupted by Lily.
She shakes his shoulders, hard. "Say sorry from deep down in your heart. And become friends with her, always sticking up for her."
Years later, the same boy comes up to Lily, his voice deep and manly. "I proposed to Elisabeth Warynth today."
Lily hugs him, smiling happily. "And?"
"She said yes. She said yes!"
Instead of becoming a lawyer (and perhaps a matchmaker) and solving the world's problems, she became an Auror and died.
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I think that this was a little long...thoughts?