This chapter WILL continue shortly, mark my words :D
But it's kinda 11:35 and i'm being paraded off to bed..
Until tomorrow then (:
-and sorry about the lack of all the fancy stuff (like the line right beneath this sentence) - I haven't really completely figured out fanfiction yet. :D
Next up: -in the next few chapters.
a question.
an answer.
a preparation.
a dance.
a tragedy.
Lily rolls her eyes, turning to face Rose.
"Apparently," she starts, "they've brought Muggle stores to us. Great thing too, I was just about to ask McGonagall if we could get out of Diagon Alley. But apparently, just for this weekend, they've transformed it into a Muggle …something. James came up to bring the news."
Rose laughs, pointing her wand at her hair. A moment's pause, and it begins to dry itself. Lily wrinkles her nose, mock jealous.
"Still need to practice those nonverbals," she sighs, as Rose grabs her purse and they head towards the Great Hall.
* * * * *
Rose settles herself next to Scorpius, and Lily next to Albus.
"Merlin's beard, Albus, why do you always have to eat all the bloody biscuits!" Lily groans, as Rose begins to laugh. Scorpius cracks a smile – nothing they haven't heard before.
"I've got an extra one," a voice offers, and Lily looks up, into the celery green eyes of Brian Daniels. She blushes to the ends of her roots, smiling in thanks. Rose watches, curiously, as Brian holds Lily's gaze, winking before turning away.
"What was that all about," Scorpius whispers into Rose's ear, and she smiles slyly back at him.
"'We're going dress shopping. Want to tag along?" She changes the subject, simply because he just wouldn't understand. Albus and Scorpius exchange a look of horror.
"Er…transfiguration essay…due Monday…haven't started…" Albus stutters (though they all know he's lying, it's Albus they're talking about).
"Um…essence of surprise, right, Rose? I bet you'll look lovely," Scorpius continues, and Albus hurries out of the Great Hall, Scorpius right behind him
"Wusses," Lily snorts, and they set off for Diagon Alley.
"Bloom…ing…dales," Rose frowns, staring up at the grey building. The dresses are organized in color, and Lily steers Rose away from the pinks, shuddering.
"Mum had to try on a few pink dresses for Uncle Bill's wedding. Let's just say…it wasn't the prettiest thing. Red hair, and all," Lily explains, gesturing towards their scarlet red curls.
"Maybe I'll get black," Lily muses. "You know, the whole…demon theme?"
Rose nods in agreement, smiling devilishly. "And a plunging neckline for Daniels, how about it?"
Lily blushes again, mock angry. "When did I say I was going to prom with him?"
Rose shrugs, wrapping a lock of hair around her finger, grinning up at Lily coyly. "You never know," Rose says, and tries on a light green dress, which Lily declares makes her look like a watermelon. Rose laughs, throwing the dress, in a whirl of sparkles and frills, at Lily. Hours later, they leave Bloomingdales, twenty gallons poorer and two dresses richer.