So here's another chapter! I'm not really sure if this is worth carrying on with, but I thought I'd give it a chance. Your thoughts really are appreciated, and reviews mean the world to me! I have quite a few ideas where to take this one, so please review :) Many thanks, Happy Reading!
Chapter Two: Settling
It was quite in the Common Room when Lily had returned that evening after a thoroughly unriveting three hour class regarding Gamp's Law of Elemental Transfiguration, a subject Lily had read about many years ago and had persuaded her mind to wander during that day. It had been almost two weeks since her arrival and, at most, she had kept to herself, not really bothering to venture from Gryffindor tower unless it was required of her. Throwing her bag casually onto a small wooden table, she had whipped off her new black cloak, her house zeal disappearing beneath the material as it had folded back over the chair she fell back into. After loosening her scarlet and gold tie and taking off her grey jumped she had sat for a while, a little puzzled as to why she had felt the need to actually sit there and not return to her dormitory. It had become a habit over the past few days for her to return from and busy day and spend time alone. Granted, she had instantly been accepted by Alice Prewett, a girl one year her senior, round faced with dark, short hair and smouldering eyes, accompanied by a smile that could melt a thousand hearts, hiding her fierce nature that Lily could easily see in herself; as well as Marlene McKinnon, a tall blond – haired, blue – eyed girl in the year below her who was rather quiet, but understanding and accepting of Lily's appearance in their dorm, Lily suspecting that there was much more to her than she had originally let on. And although her other roommates Dorcas Meadows, a small, dark featured witch and Emmeline Vance who was extremely pale despite her black hair, had not exactly brushed her away, neither had they given her more than a distant greeting as they sat huddled together, more often than not, surrounded by mountains of parchment and book, already studying heavily for their final year exams, for which Lily could not blame them. Lily sighed, deflated suddenly, as she thought back to her friends back in France, and how her situation had befallen her there. At Beauxbaton's Academy she had escaped Petunia, had been a star student by anybody's standards, but had allowed herself to be wild. The resident tomboy of her friends, the kind prankster, the one they all turned to in their time of need whether for homework or for a friend. She had been needed. Respected there, by teachers and student body alike. Had lived up to her parents expectations of becoming an esteemed witch, despite her frequent clashes with her sister once she returned home. And now, as she sat staring about her, the quiet chatter of the circular Common Room floating over her, everything seemed so foreign, even the scarlet tapestry decorated walls of various witches and wizards that were no doubt in some way connected with the house; from the squishy armchairs to the large bulletin board to which several notices were already pinned, and the large fireplace which took up most of one side of the room, carelessly roaring and spitting to itself as a few scattered first years lay lazily in front of it. A sickening feeling growing in her stomach, she gulped loudly, pulling her bag into her, and pulled out her ink pot, quill and several sheets of parchment, followed by a single photograph, four girls staring back up at her, waving furiously and jumping all over one another, a summer month that had long since passed her. Smiling sadly she dipped her quill, positioning herself ready to begin writing, stopping suddenly as her mind blanked completely. What exactly was she supposed to say exactly, say to the friends she had left behind for so long already. Hearing the portrait of the Fat Lady swing open, the entrance to the Common Room, a small circular hole, was revealed, a cluster of boys staggering inside, laughing jovially together and pushing one another around. With James Potter and the dark – haired boy who had insulted her the first time they met, Sirius Black, leading the way, the two of them, followed by the mousey boy Peter Pettigrew and a tired – looking, tall, brown – haired, brown – eyed boy she knew as the Prefect of Gryffindor, Remus Lupin, shooed the first years from the fire, sitting there themselves instead. She gave a small snort of disgust, her eyes lingering upon Potter perhaps just a little longer than she had intended to before turning back to her unwritten letter. Yet it was only moments before the chair across from her scraped across the floor, finding Potter now sat looking directly at her. "So." He began casually, Lily's eyes flickering up at him casually.
"So?" She asked, an eyebrow raised at him, a little unnerved at him staring at her so intently. She huffed and placed her quill down, lacing her fingers together and looking right back at him. She could feel her cheeks heating slightly, but flatly refused to break from the nerves steadily wriggling around her body.
"Well…How does that happen then?" He asked, not looking away from her once. It was strange, in truth, for him to have approached her, since they had not directly spoken since her first night there. Instead, she had watched him carefully from afar, figuring him out as slyly as she could, with as little input from anyone else as she could afford. From what she had gathered, he rarely left the side of the three friends who were shrieking with laughter by the fireplace, particularly the boy named Black, of whom he seemed to share something a little deeper with than the other two. But Potter himself, was not necessarily the perfect gentleman he had been when with his mother in her home, he was, if anything, a bit of a bully to those he did not like, was certainly far too confident for his own good and extremely arrogant. The qualities Lily had long since despised in men. And yet, she had to admit, he had stirred something within her. A longing. A need. To her, he truly was a beautiful man, despite his obvious numerous flaws. It amazed her that he had managed to progress to his fifth year, for all the attention he paid in class, firstly through his own sheer laziness and secondly due to the flock of girls that seemed to swarm wherever he went, inflating his ever growing ego to a point of which his head could scarcely cross the threshold of any door before him anymore. In reality, he was a strange boy. An intriguing boy. And one that Lily was eager to decipher.
"Excuse me?" She replied rather nonchalantly, having no clue as to what he was even talking about, though she had guessed it wasn't going to be something as simple as the weather.
"How is it, that you, are a witch?" He leant back in his chair, still staring at her as he pulled his hands behind his head. Despite his calmness, Lily could feel her eye twitching, her earlier thought retracted, replaced by only the need to kick the remaining legs of his chair as hard as she could, in the hopes of him leaving her alone.
"Do you want me to smack you?" She asked angrily, standing from her chair slightly, both hands still upon her table as she angrily towered over him, her red locks falling over her face and giving the impressions of a father vicious and unkempt vixen. His mouth had fallen open, yet it was not he who spoke next, swinging forwards on his chair suddenly with a loud clatter.
"How rude…" She turned to find Black slinking his ay over to them, a cheeky grin plastered over his face as he slipped a thin arm around her shoulders and pulled her into him.
"Oh, and you're not?" She spat back, trying to peel his fingers from her blouse but his grip was relentless. She earned a small chuckle from him, one that she didn't really appreciate, though it relaxed her slightly, reminding her of how she had purposely done the same to her friends back in France, just for her own pure amusement.
"Well…No not really." Said Sirius, ruffling her hair a little and pushing her back into her seat, turning to stand behind James and leaning heaving upon his back, digging his elbows into his friends spine, "It's quite an adequate question I believe." James began nodding, the two of them looking to one another and then directly back at her.
"It's a stupid question." Lily stated, dragging her parchment back towards her, intent upon ignoring the two of them. She was almost certain the four of them had been discussing her before they had entered the tower, and the two before her had taken it upon themselves to play out their earlier conversation with her,
"Not at all." James continued, a sudden serene expression falling over his face as he turned, nodding to Sirius, who was doing so back, "Petunia is beautiful." Lily felt sick. They had come to speak to her about her sister, though really, she should have suspected so. She knew Petunia had written to James since the start of term, something she had never done for Lily, had even made the effort to use an owl, no doubt in a bid to impress him further, sending him through a picture of herself, which he had gladly shared with most of his friends. Just for once, she wished she could have a bit of freedom from her Muggle life, just for a little while, to be herself.
"As I am aware." She said coldly, though this did not deter either of them,
"But she's not a witch." Sirius stated, Lily's head turning back up to them, a strained smile upon her face,
"This is going somewhere isn't it?" She asked in an overly sweet voice, Sirius looking positively repulsed by it, as thought, if he could, he would have caught her words and stuffed them back down her throat. Yet James appeared to have not noticed, his eyes wondering to the ceiling as he spoke,
"I just don't understand. She's practically perfect, but we're separated by schools. And we got you instead. It's been driving me crazy." He commented lightly, pushing his spectacles back onto his face roughly and raking his fingers through his hair shiftily. Sirius however was continuing to look at her, seeing her face reddening as she hissed, in a low, dangerous voice,
"I seriously will hit you, you know." James seemed to dismiss her comment again, but Sirius snorted, clearly trying to restrain himself from laughing too much as he released James and walked up to her,
"You really are rude." He stated, smacking her around the back of the head, and barely giving her any time to react before he wound his arm around her neck and into the crook of his elbow, pulling her sideways into his chest, "I like you!" He chuckled, Lily unable to keep the slight grin from her face, her eyes flashing towards James. Though she only reached disappointment as he continued to stare at the ceiling, "Who are these three?" Sirius asked suddenly, releasing her and reaching over her shoulder and picking up the picture of her friends, turning it over in his hands,
"Will you kindly refrain from touching my things?" She attempted to snatch it back from him, though he held it out of her reach, a devilish smile upon his face. He looked to her parchment, where she had managed to lazily scribble the word 'Dear' and nothing more,
"You writing to them?" He asked intriguingly, but Lily simply rolled her eyes in annoyance,
"Obviously." He leant over her, holding the picture straight out in front of them with his arms on either side of her face and his chin digging rather annoyingly into her shoulder, James trying to peer over the top of his hands to take a look himself.
"Who's this one?" Sirius thumbed a girl to the far left, a short, dirty blond – haired girl who had a small, shy smile upon her face as Lily clung to her back, laughing and stumbling along together,
"Adella." Lily replied, pointing to her just as the two of them hit the floor, giggling furiously, "Elaina." She pointed to the next girl along who was pointing at the fallen two in hysterics, her brown hair pulled nearly into a bun, her already prominent cheek bones accentuated even further the more she laughed, "And Colette." She said finally, the last, white – haired girl busily adjusting her hat and looking mildly amused at the scene before her. Lily gave a small smile, reminiscing about this day, their last day together before she had left for England.
"Who's the ginge?" Sirius jabbed her harshly in the ribs, and though a spark of fury lit inside her, she could barely hang onto it, a slight flicker of joy lacing over it.
"It's red!" She protested, finding it odd how she enjoyed his teasing slightly, much more acceptable of it than she was of James', him seemingly so much more irritating than Sirius, despite how much more terrible Sirius was with her.
"You had hot friends." He concluded, Lily immediately dragging her bag from beside her and hitting him with it as hard as she could with it. He stumbled back a bit, a painfully hurt expression upon his face, that soon turned to amusement as he dragged James from his chair, returning to the fireplace, the two of them muttering to themselves about 'anger management' and 'bloody redheads', before collapsing into laughter once more.
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Lily sat down quietly near the front of the classroom, having arrived rather early for Professor Slughorn's Potion's lesson, finding herself in a large, square – shaped empty room, into which several large tables had been tightly squeezed, behind which clusters of chairs had been bundled. It was dark, just like most of the dungeons, a cold, damp air about it despite its obvious humidity. Pulling off her robes, she threw it behind her, pulling out her text book, 'One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi', and several pieces of stationary, sitting down and flicking forward to the section on Alihotsy in preparation for their brewing of a draught by the same name. It was not exactly something Lily needed to research, having always had a natural flare for the brewing and stewing of magical mixtures, though often liked to refresh her memory before embarking upon any kind of cauldron related antics. "Um…Can I sit here?" Came a rather quiet voice, Lily having not even realised that another being had entered the room, turning to find a dark skinned, dark featured girl smiling shyly at her, her beetle – like eyes shining at her from over the top of her oval glasses. She looked rather small from the way she held herself, books clutched tightly into her chest, her hair sticking out at odd angles, most likely due to the abundant amount on ringlets she had attempted to restrain with a hair band.
"Er…Sure. Whatever." Lily replied, shuffling over slightly to make a little more room for her, the girl sitting down gratefully. She seemed to be pondering how to begin, perhaps a little sceptical of her choice to speak to her, coughing a little instead. Lily raised an eyebrow at her, and surprisingly, she seemed to relax a little, setting out her things and a tight smile crossing her thin lips.
"You're friends with Snape aren't you?" She asked, her voice a little louder now, a little harsher than before, drawing Lily's attention.
"Yes…" She replied, a little more cautious as to where their conversation would now end, "You know Severus?" She asked, the girl fidgeting slightly and looking round to her, an air of slight embarrassment about her.
"Well, not really. We have issues. But we're in the same house, so I guess." She pulled her robes round, showing Lily her serpentine Slytherin badge, and then hastily straightening herself out. Lily suppressed a smile, having seen the exact same reaction from Severus when he had shown her his school robes before she left for France, his mother having been certain he would be sorted into Slytherin, which, of course, he had been. Lily however saw no issues with whichever house a student was sorted into, each having their own admirable qualities, and had come to find that some students had been condemned to the more negative qualities their house had been associated with, particularly the Slytherin students. And yes, Lily had to admit that many of them were indeed less than desirable, but this did not necessarily mean that all of them were so.
"Lily Evans." She held out her hand suddenly to the girl, seemingly taking her by surprise a little, it taking her a few seconds to respond and take Lily's hand in her own.
"Emma Vanity." She stated, releasing Lily and pulling out a rather battered looking quill, which seemed to have, at some point, been broken in various places, no doubt making it extremely difficult to use. As the silence took over them, Lily bent back into her bag, pulling out a brand new one and holding it out to her, perhaps for a little longer than was comfortable, before Emma nodded and took it from her. "Strange." She commented, Lily feeling rather confused now, having made a nice gesture only to be knocked back slightly,
"What is?" She asked, Emma looking at her rather casually, an interested smirk gracing her features,
"Slytherin's and Gryffindor's as friends." She said suddenly, Lily rolling her eyes dramatically. That. Again. In the few weeks she had been at the school, she had heard far too many students warning her of such interactions, and although it had deterred her slightly, she had not resisted visiting Severus when she could, even though she had found him free to spend time with her only twice thus far.
"I see no reason why not." She commented flippantly, closing her textbook with a slight snap, noting how battered Emma's seemed in comparison to hers,
"And you're a Muggleborn." She continued, Lily recoiling slightly. Yes, she was Muggleborn, though she had never deemed herself lower than anyone else, least of all those who believed to be worth more than she was. She snorted a little, not best pleased with Emma's comment, though understanding of it. They were supposed to hate each other. In the eyes of the rest of the student body, they were not supposed to even talk to one another, except for making snide comments and throwing hurtful accusations at one another. Yet, Lily instead gave a joyous grin, seeing no problem with the girl in actuality, but an opportunity to create a tempestuous, yet fun relationship with another student, regardless of house boundaries.
"Are you gonna carry on being bitchy?" Lily looked sideways at her, seeing Emma peering at her through her glasses, an expression of uncertainty upon her face, as though she were unsure of whether Lily was joking or being serious, "Or do I need to smack you into another nationality?" She asked, Emma's face relaxing suddenly as she sat back into her seat, a hollow laugh leaving her. The door behind them opened and a trickle of their classmates began filing in, a couple sending them questioning looks, most ignoring them completely.
"You know what, if I ever fancy a change, I'll let you know." She chuckled, Lily joining her, actually realising that her threat was a ridiculous one, embarrassed that it had even left her mouth, "Unlike most of my house, I'm not overly bothered. In truth, it's most likely I'm only here because the rest of my family was." Emma commented wistfully, looking towards the ceiling and sounding much further away than she actually way. Lily thought carefully for a few moments, watching as Professor Slughorn swept into the room, an enormously fat, short, bald man with an immense stomach, so large that the buttons on his waistcoat looked as though then could have popped off at any moment and struck Lily directly between her eyes, if she was not engulfed by his gigantic, silver, walrus - like moustache beforehand.
"You say that. But I'm pretty sure that the Black boy is in Gryffindor and all of his family were in Slytherin." She commented, Emma having suddenly stiffened, her eyes looking at something out of sight, just outside of the classroom door,
"True…" She mumbled, pulling a wide smile at Lily, beginning to repack her things away and gather up her belongings, "But I'd like to think, that out of everything, this is my house because I'm resourceful, ambitious, you know, rather than the whole, evil thing." Lily looked at her, rather puzzled by her sudden need to depart, Emma holding the quill back out towards her, which she politely declined.
"Well maybe not all of you are as bad as people say." Lily nodded to her, a slight smile now coming back over face as she turned to hurry away, stopping and then turning back to her,
"Listen, I have Quidditch training after this, but, do you fancy meeting up later? I can bring Severus too if you'd like?" Emma was looking continuously back over her shoulder towards the exit, Lily eyeing her suspiciously, completely confused as to what was actually happening,
"Yeah." She mumbled out, noticing how three rather cool looking Slytherin girls swept into the room, setting themselves up at the back of the classroom, "Sounds good. Um…" Though Emma just nodded hurriedly, babbling out quickly,
"Entrance Hall at seven thirty any good?" Lily nodded, though Emma did not see as she had already scurried away in the direction of her housemates, not hearing Lily's rather confused reply,
"Great. Sounds great." She turned back to her books, alone at her desk once more, unsure of what she was supposed to make of her new acquaintance.
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"What." Came a rather harsh voice as Lily swept up the first floor steps, intent upon heading back up towards Gryffindor Tower. She had, in fact, had a rather pleasant evening with Emma and Severus, the three of them having wandered down towards the Black Lake, spent a while chatting to one another before Emma had decided to hit Lily with a rather well placed Aguamenti Charm, verifying to her that this Slytherin girl was much more fun than she had originally let on. As Lily had lay soaking upon the now wet grass, the two Slytherin's had looked on amusedly, Emma diving behind Severus as Lily aimed a Knockback Jinx at the two of them, throwing them into the shallows of the Black Lake itself. And in that way, Lily and Emma had come to know each other, casually chasing each other in the freezing night air and exchanging humorous stories of their past magical education, all whilst Severus sat quietly looking on at them, a small smile tugging at his lips. And now, she had left the two of them, watching a little as the two of them descended towards the dungeons, before heading towards her own Common Room. "Was that?" Lily looked upwards to see James dangling over the stone banisters from the second floor, his mouth wide open as her looked down at her full of bewilderment.
"Oh, what do you want now Potter?" She brushed passed him, paying him ne heed for fear of her own fury rising at the mere sight of him. She could tell from the way he was lolling against the staircase that he was in a ridiculously pompous mood, his laziness and arrogance shining through like a beacon in the dark halls.
"Why were you with them?" He questioned, something which Lily ignored at first as she continued up the staircase, James hot on her heels. But her stomach twisted slightly, and she found herself unable to disregard him,
"Does it matter?" She replied, never stopping, fully aware of him following her close behind, a little unsure of whether his persistence pleased or annoyed her. In a way, she felt a little ostentatious as he did, smug that the boy her sister was keeping such close contact with was following her, interested in what she had been doing, yet also rather apprehensive by his sudden interest.
"It does when they're Slytherins!" He exclaimed, Lily stopping suddenly with him colliding harshly with her back. She turned back to him, her face blank and unforgiving, and her body still as she felt thoroughly disgusted with his comment.
"How shallow minded…" She stated, dangerously quietly, before beginning again upon her ascent. It was strange to her, as she almost could not blame him for thinking such a thing, indeed most of the school also did, but she was disappointed by his lack of acceptance, particularly with his upbringing into a Pureblood family.
"They aren't like the rest of us you know." He continued, catching her up with a slight jog and walking side – by – side with her. She snorted at him, attempting to speed up and rid herself of his foolishness,
"Like the rest of us? They are a part of this school." She threw behind her, tired of his words, tired of his nature that was far too different to hers.
"But Snivellus? Really?" He caught her up once more, rather easily, dragging his fingers through his hair and he looked at her exasperatedly. She could barely believe him. The Severus she knew had no qualms with other students, and certainly deserved no direct negative attention from other students, other than owing to the fact he was indeed a Slytherin, something of which Lily was no issues with.
"You know Severus?" She looked towards James cautiously, a little unnerved by the smirk that spread across his face,
"Massive twat." He stated, rather unsympathetically. Lily resisted the urge to smack him as hard as she could, or perhaps even push him back down the stairs as they crossed to the seventh floor, rounding upon him heavily,
"Shut up." She breathed, her chest heavily as it tightened painfully, his face falling a little in shock. She was staring directly at him, well aware of how crazy she must have looked to him, but barely even caring, desperately trying to refrain her eyes from travelling over his face, drinking his features in, "You just…Shut your mouth." She said after a moments silence, straightening herself and giving her body a small shake, refusing to let him unnerve her, "You don't know the first thing about him. Or about me." Walking towards the portrait of the Fat Lady, she refused to look back at him, giving the password and them passing into Gryffindor Tower, "Dilligrout." She could hear him follow her in, a little discomforted by his persistence, almost wishing she had avoided him completely and not engaged him,
"I know that he's an arse. And a Slytherin." James muttered to himself as they crossed the Common Room, him lagging slightly behind her, yet close enough to hear every word. She froze, rounding on him suddenly, not thinking about what she said, only that she wished to shake him furiously and scream at him until he even remotely grasped the idea of house unity.
"You arrogant oaf!" She shrieked, suddenly becoming aware of the silence that had fallen over them, all eyes turning towards the two of them as she desperately tried to gather herself once more. "Oh you are welcome to Petunia…" She added quietly, staring around furiously at the others scattered about the Common Room, them all falling back into quiet conversation, muttering between themselves hurriedly and averting their eyes, "You deserve each other." Lily said softly, her stomach twisting uncomfortably, heading towards her dormitory. And it was now her own fault. She had risen to his provoking. Had brought up Petunia herself, had infuriated herself for no reason other than out of anger and frustration.
"Evans!" He called after her, though Lily ignored him, frustrated with both him and herself, "Evans!" He tried again, Lily slowly ascending the stairs up to her dormitory, not glancing back, hoping he would have received the message of her ignoring him loud and clear by now, "You can't just walk away like that while we're talking." She stopped, turning around and huffing loudly, spinning around and thrusting a finger in his direction,
"Don't you dare follow me up these stairs." Yet he took another step towards her, clearly intent upon bounding up after her, frustration etched into his features, "I mean it!" She took another step away from him, a grin plastering over his face as he leapt as far as he could in her direction. Without warning, the stairs beneath the two of them melted into one, becoming a slippery slide and sending the two of them slipping back towards the bottom, where she collapsed on top of him, their limbs tangled together as she repeatedly smacked him in the arms, "Do you not listen?" She shrieked at him, attempting to detangle themselves, only causing each of them even more discomfort as they squirmed against one another, his foot connecting painfully with her stomach.
"How was I supposed to know that that happened?" She gave him another sharp hand to his back, finally pulling free and flopping onto her back, "Girls can get up into our dormitory!" He stated angrily, Lily shooting him a furious look at his perverse statement, a look that did not go unnoticed by him, "Not like that!" He said shaking, pulling himself from the floor and patting himself down, his eyes flicking over towards her. She pursed her lips together tightly,
"I." She started, sitting straight up, "Said nothing." Lily could not look him in the eyes, feeling incredibly shy all of a sudden as eh held out a hand towards her,
"Here." Yet she shook her head, batting him away harshly, a blush spreading across her cheeks. She refused to be mollycoddled by him, especially now. He was her sister's trouble, not hers.
"I can do it myself." She said firmly, even as his hand slipped under the crook of her elbow, dragging her upwards, "I do not require your assistance!" She insisted, pulling her robes a little straighter and refusing to meet his eyes, which she could feel burning a hole into her,
"What do you see in him?" James asked suddenly, Lily softening slightly, leaning against the wall behind her. She had been asked this question before by her sister, and knew exactly how to reply, having spent much time thinking it over in her mind, the love and pity she felt for her friend ever present in her heart.
"Kindness." She spoke quietly looking down to her feet, a lump rising in her throat, a sadness falling over her when she thought to Severus, his own home life so different to hers, "He just needs help to be able to show it properly." She reaffirmed, looking back up to James, the belief and truth in her words ever present in her fiery eyes. And yes. She completely believed her words. There was the ability in all people to be good, they just had to be given the chance to be so, "Not all Slytherin's are bad." She said confidently, seeing James' eyes narrow as he folded his arms into one another.
"Those kids he hangs about with are. Death Eaters." He muttered turning to walk away from her and seat himself in a secluded alcove of the room. Feeling the need to continue her point, she followed him, speaking rather confidently,
"They're different. They are not him." She began, though James seemed not to care, "He's easily influenced, Potter. And it could be in a good way. He can become a good man." The fell into silence once more, Lily turning from him, intent upon going directly to her bed, yet her mouth stopped her, echoing a deep buried question that she had longed to keep inside of her, "Why Petunia?"
"She's…Beautiful." He began, Lily's heart sinking slightly. She had expected as much, it was difficult to have thought any different, "And funny. Kind too. She speaks very highly of you…Despite how obviously rude to her you are." He continued, his voice laced with enjoyment as he seemed to wallow in the memory of the afternoons he had spent in her company, Lily becoming more and more nauseous with each passing second, "She's mature and intelligent, and knows what she wants. I like that." Lily turned away from him, her hands shaking slightly, strangely hurt by his words, a deep longing inside her beating out, as though it was unfair that no one had ever said these things about her.
"You barely know her." She mumbled lightly, but he seemed not to notice her drop in confidence, or her inability to keep still, either from feeling upset and emotional or resisting the urge to hit him as hard as she could, forcing Petunia from his mind.
"I can't keep from thinking of her." He trailed off, "It's like I've known her forever." Lily retched silently,
"That would be torture." She spat, still refusing to look at him, though she doubted it would make much of a difference as he continued mumbling on to himself,
"Weird." He trailed off, "So different…You're like a guy sometimes." Lily straightened immediately, walking robotically forwards and away from him, refusing to listen any more, even as he called after her, "Hey! We're talking!" He called, but to her, he had said enough already. Petunia was the princess, and she was just another one of his third rate mates. Just how it had always been.
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