A/N: Hey guys! I just decided this will be my first long-term fic - I'll try it to be long-term, anyway *cough*. It's rated T for swearing and future crazy ideas only.
Have fun with it!
„Well", said Faye appreciatively as she looked at herself in the mirror. She flicked a long strand of dark, chocolate brown hair back. "I don't look bad."
"Quit talking about yourself, Acker", said Eliza in an annoyed sort of voice. She lay sprawled on her four-poster bed and had just decided to stay like that for the rest of the day, maybe with a nice book. "Honestly", she said before Faye could open her mouth, "just shut up. I'm trying to concentrate."
Faye raised her eyebrows. "You're not doing anything."
"Exactly", said Eliza. She clasped her hands behind her head. "And I want it to stay like that and not be distracted by murdering self-regarding seventeen-year-old girls who are a right pain in the arse."
Faye rolled her eyes haughtily and turned to the mirror again. "Not my problem that you were eye-fucking Black all through yesterday, girl."
Eliza sat up very quickly and hit her head on solid, very hard wood. "Excuse me? I was certainly not. We had an argument, okay? Ow, and now my head's swimming, you prat!" She fell back into the canvas and closed her eyes. "I'm exhausted because of the Quidditch match yesterday, idiot. And, of course, because of you."
"Anyway", Faye said, bored, "back on topic. I think I look good."
Eliza opened one eye beadily. "You say that every day."
"Today's not every day, though, is it? It's party time."
Throwing her head back, Faye eyed herself. She wore a scandalising short, tight, low-cut mini-dress and matching high heels. Most of her hair was tied back in a thick messy bun on top of her head. Gold glittered from her ears and ankle. She was very pretty.
"Yes", said Eliza nastily. "You look downright slutty."
"Wow." Faye looked almost impressed. "You are pissed off, aren't you?"
"Duh", said Eliza. "How only did you know?"
That moment was chosen by Lily Evans to rip open the door and storm into the dormitory. She gave a great "hmph!", stalked to Eliza's bed and sat down forcefully, causing Eliza to jolt an inch or two into the air and hit her head on the board.
"Christ", Eliza muttered bitterly, holding her aching hind head. "Second time today."
"I hate, hate, HATE it!" Lily said angrily, actually stomping her foot. She lay down next to Eliza. "Why is he such an idiot? Not one day without him asking me out! Dammit", she swore, glancing at her sore foot. "But honestly, it just unnerves me. Does he have an obsession or something like that? He never, ever leaves me alone! Maybe I just don't want to go to Hogsmeade with him, meet him in a deserted classroom, cuddle in a broom cupboard, sit by the lake, or even snog him senseless? I can't cope anymore, I just – AAARGH!", she screamed. Eliza and Faye both jumped.
"Lily -"
"Don't speak to me now", Lily snapped. "I'm just trying to comprehend what a fucking dick he is."
"Lily Evans, swearing?" said Faye, laughing quietly. "I think apocalypse has begun."
"Shut up, Faye", said Lily and sent her a withering glare.
"Is it about Potter?" said Eliza louder, inquisitively, even though she as good as knew the answer.
"Potter", Lily grumbled. "Potter this, Potter that, Potter everywhere!" She snorted. "Of course it is, of course! When is it ever not about him?"
Eliza frantically searched for a change of subject, or Lily would get too worked up. And that never ended well for any involved person. "Well. Well – look – seen Mary?"
"Mary?" echoed Lily in a dude-what-the-hell-are-you-talking-about voice.
"Oh, yes, Mary, that girl who lives here with us", said Eliza sarcastically. "Yes, Mary!" She considered the matter. "Um. Wait ... Shit! I don't know where she is, either!" said Eliza, harassed. "I lost her! I was on my way from the library, and she was with me, and then–"
"What?" said Lily incredulously. "You lost her? How can you lose a person?"
"Eliza! Calm down", said Faye exasperatedly, peering into the light brown eyes. "Lily's deranged at the moment, I don't need you to be, too. Mary is on a stroll with Davy. Her boyfriend, remember?"
Rolling her eyes, Lily grabbed a book and hid her face behind it, her mind working furiously, determined to stay out of further discussion.
"Ah, yes, about that." Faye leaned closer to Eliza (who had thankfully regained composure) and spoke quietly. "I think your best friend needs a mood upswing. Any plan?"
Eliza knit her eyebrows.
"Now you mention it", she said slowly. "I think I might have an idea."
Well, then. For once I'm content with my own work. Soooo - like it? Dislike it? Love it? Hate it? ! :)
