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Chapter 2: New friend, Old face
Hey guys, chapter two is here and once again I have to apologise to those who have already read this chapter on my other account but well, I'm doing the best I can. Don't forget to leave a review in the box at the bottom of this page. Oh yeah, and sorry for changing the title AGAIN but, well I had a sudden brain wave in the plot so this is much more appropriate now. Okay, enjoy !
The train pulled into Hogsmeade station and I stalked angrily over to a carriage. The thestrals huge white eyes were glowing eerily at me in the semi-darkness. I remembered how most people couldn't see them. It was only in my 4th year that I found out I could see them because I saw my grandad die. I was soon joined by two giggling girls I recognised from hufflepuff and a very disgruntled looking Lily Evans.
Now Lily and I had never really bonded seeing as I was so close to James, but as I looked over at her, I saw a potential friend.
The carriage suddenly jerked into life and before I had time to process what was happening we were heading towards the castle.
"Hi", I said to Lily with a smile.
"Hey", she replied brightly, her eyes not managing to hide her obvious curiosity at my greeting. They flickered to my hair and she smiled in approval.
"I like your hair".
"Thanks, I like your earrings." It was true. I did like her earrings. The silver electric guitars were dangling from her lobes. She had good taste.
We continued to chat once we reached the school and I must say it was nice to be in female company after spending so much time with the boys. The hall was once again marvelously decorated and Lily invited me to sit with her. A few people stared at me as I sat down. I glanced up and down the table at the familiar faces of my house and yet they peered back with puzzled expressions. It made me realize just how much of my identity the marauders took away.
If I wasn't in they're presence, nobody had a clue who I was. Perhaps they would have recognized me if I hadn't changed my hair.
But then it struck me as though I'd been hit by lightening.
Lily recognized me.
She remembered me.
I think it was in that moment that the full intensity of Lily’s character became clear to me. And probably the night we became best friends.
When the marauders entered they all glanced at me with different expressions which I found both amusing, pleasing and in a way, horrifying.
James was looking at me with fear and uncertainty.
There was strange combination of both pride and uncertainty on Sirius’s face; Remus gazed into my eyes as though he was trying to see where the quiet girl he knew had disappeared to and Peter… well it was an expression I was not at all used to seeing directed at me from him. Admiration and gratitude were the two emotions that were plainly shown across his features for anyone to see.
I must admit, seeing my best friends look at me like that threw me for a moment, but I wasn’t at all inclined to apologize for my actions unless James apologized for his unseemly comment.
They sat near me and James shifted uncomfortably before addressing himself to Lily and proceeding to amaze all by actually talking to her without requesting she go out with him.
Sirius leaned toward me and whispered to me in shocked tones
“I knew you had it in you somewhere Gloria, six years of hanging around with us meant you had to snap sometime or other, but maybe you should talk to James. He’s very upset by what happened. He thinks your mad at him for other reasons than his little…errr…..proclamation earlier.”
I blanched and snuck a look at James. He was looking visibly troubled and his eyes weren’t as bright as usual. I felt wracked with unfathomable guilt. I wanted to make people notice me, not punch holes in my relationships with my best friends.
Perhaps Lily noticed his subdued air because she interrupted him roughly with a demanding “Are you alright Potter, you seem, I don’t know….upset about something.”
James glanced at me for a fraction of a second, the candlelight making his pale skin glow and I saw the worry in his eyes. But the moment passed and he flashed a smile at Lily before continuing they’re conversation about quidditch as though nothing had happened.
The evening passed and we walked up to the Gryffindor dormitories. I sank into a plush red arm chair and picked at a hole in it, pulling bits of fluff out and scattering it on the floor as I stared into the fire. The flames flickered oddly before me as I felt my eyes droop. James looked over at me and then announced that he was going to bed.
That woke me up a bit.
He turned round with an apprehensive look on his face as I ran up to him.
“For slapping you of course!” I said incredulously. James laughed.
“I probably deserved it though, didn’t I?” He asked.
“I take that as a yes,” he said with a chuckle. Suddenly he ruffled my hair and I shrieked indignantly.
James stopped laughing as I threw him a glare while trying to sort my hair out.
“You’ve changed Gloria.”
“God, are you still going on about my hair? I mean I knew you guys were thick but-”
James winked at me and walked away, leaving my question unanswered and a strange feeling in my heart.
I had made a new friend but I knew if I wasn’t careful, I could end up loosing an old one.
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