Chapter 4 : Four: Like a Troll
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“Lily, are you looking at yourself in the mirror AGAIN? Honestly, anyone would think you were starting to become vain,” Bliss called through the bathroom door. I furrowed my brow and surveyed my face in the mirror for the hundredth time. Sure, three and a half years at Hogwarts meant I had definitely grown out of the round-faced first year phase, but I wasn’t sure whether I could call myself pretty or not.
And I so badly wanted to be, because then, maybe, James would ask me out.
Because I still loved him.
My face was thin and my cheekbones were finally visible. My eyes were large and slightly round, like Bliss’s. They seemed to have gone a deeper shade of green over the years, and now they were almost like emeralds. Or mushy peas, as I had contradicted Bliss. My hair was more wild than ever, thick and curly. It was now a dark shade of scarlet.
“Get out of the bathroom Lillz, or I’ll blow the door open even if you’re on the toilet,” called Jasmine impatiently.
“One second!” I called at last, and pulled out my trusty eyeliner. I outlined the bottom of my eyes under the lashes and hastily stuffed it back into my pocket. I had barely opened the door before Jazz came storming in, face like thunder.
“How many times do we have to tell you how pretty you are, Lily? You spend way too much time staring into that mirror,” she said as she applied a heavy amount of mascara and pencilled thick black lines under her eyes. She was so tall these days. Her hair was so shiny it hurt your eyes, and she had already been offered several modelling contracts by Madam Malkin’s and other wizarding clothing companies.
“Sorry,” I muttered and slipped out. I was going to give her an excuse, but I really couldn’t think of one that didn’t make me sound pathetic.
“Trust us, Lily,” Bliss said, who was lying on her bed. She’d barely changed over the years. She still had the same surprised looking eyes and dirty light blonde hair. “And you really need to stop obsessing over Potter. There are so many guys who’re just itching to ask you out,” she advised.
“Think I haven’t tried?” I said, pulling my hair up into a ponytail. “I mean, he’s gorgeous. He makes me laugh. He’s one of my closest friends. He looks out for me. What can I do? The universe is against me liking anyone else.” I sighed and kneeled down beside my bedroom table, checking my hair in the small mirror beside my bed.
“Wingardium Leviosa,” said Bliss, pointing her wand at my mirror. It flew up into the air, and then with a jerk of her wand, Bliss smashed it against the wall. And Bliss was usually such a peaceful person.
“Seven years’ bad luck,” I muttered, frustrated.
“Anyone would think you were becoming self-obsessed. Good thing we know better,” Bliss remarked as she swept away the pieces of mirror with her wand. Jazz came out of the bathroom.
“Ready to go down to breakfast?” she asked.
“Yeah, how do I look?” I asked as we headed over to the doorway.
“Like a troll,” Jazz replied without looking back. “Not another word, young lady.”
She could be so cruel.
“It’s nearly Christmas!” James greeted me at breakfast. I laughed.
“Twenty-five days and counting,” I replied.
“So what are you getting me Evans?” he asked.
“If I told you that, there would be no surprise!” I replied.
“Gosh you’re right!”
“So what are you getting me then?”
”Ha ha. Funny old Evans.” I slid into the seat beside him, the seat I had sat in almost every day for three and a half years, and immediately felt right at home. Bliss and Sirius were having an animated argument across the table from us, as they so often were.
“What is it this time?” I whispered to James.
“Sirius’ little brother says when he’s older he wants to join the Death Eaters.” James whispered back. “Honestly, they think they’re so tough, but they’ve never even killed anyone.” All of a sudden the screeching of hundreds of owls filled the Great Hall as the post arrived. A copy of the Daily Prophet landed on my toast. I wiped off the butter and peered at the headline.
“THE FIRST DEATH EATER MURDER?”
Talk about irony.
“Let me look at that!” said James, who had been reading over my shoulder. He grabbed the paper from my hands and sat back down in his seat, holding it right up to his eyes. Being the wuss that I was I just let him, and read it with my head rested on his shoulder.
“The mysterious murder of Tobias Finch last night has led authorities to believe that the long-dormant Death Eaters may be the culprits. Authorities are already on the trail of the Death Eaters, but as no one has been able to locate them in the past, it is already thought to be a hopeless case. Continued on page 6”
I slid the newspaper out of James’s hands, folded it in half and placed it on the table.
“It’s too early to be reading about murders,” I stated firmly, and tucked into my bacon.
“So you still like Prongs then,” Remus said quietly in Potions as we worked on the Draught of Living Death. I nodded dejectedly. Ever since second year Remus had known my true feelings about James. And ever since halfway through that year they had been giving each other weird nicknames. Peter, who still hadn’t stopped following them around, they nicknamed Wormtail (which I thought was kind of cruel), Remus was Moony, James was Prongs and Sirius was Padfoot. I thought they all sounded stupid, but as the four ‘Marauders’ (I know, I know) were worshipped by the whole of the school, it didn’t seem to matter.
“Lily, the first time I met you, I told you-“
“-not to get close to either of them, unless I wanted my heart broken,” I finished for him. I was well-versed in all of Remus’s speeches by this point. “I know. But I can’t help it!”
“Lily, there are so many other guys that would die to go out with you!” Remus said.
“Why do people keep saying that?”
“Besides, Prongs has a girlfriend right now,” Remus continued.
“Yeah, and he picked her up on… Monday, so she’ll be gone in two days,” I replied. Remus went to say something, but stopped. It was a fact, after all. Sirius and James had established their ‘cut-off point’ back in first year.
“Okay. So, what makes you think James will break his own rule for you?” I shrugged.
“Maybe because we’ve been best friends for nearly four years,” I said indignantly.
“Lily, won’t that just mean-“
“Remus! Leave it, okay?” I cut him off. “It’s never going to change.”
“Fine. Okay. Right. I’m going to get James to ask you out. I guess that’s the only way you’re going to learn,” Remus said.
A/N: Sorry for the mistake about the nicknames in this chapter, which they aren't supposed to get until sixth year. But I've written it now, so hey. Please review!
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