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Kegan Monroe Flynn and Fia Zenaide Jaquelin d'Evora
December 31, 1977
“You’re still going as Peter’s date, aren‘t you?” Lily Evans looked through the mirror she was in front of, staring at Lovette.
“I suppose so.” Lovette mumbled, smoothing her dark cerulean teacup dress down for the hundredth time that morning.
Lovette hadn’t really enjoyed her Christmas. It wasn’t because she had spent it with the Evans, they were perfectly nice people (except Lily’s elder sister, Petunia, who had spent the whole two weeks glaring at Lily and Lovette every chance she got). Lovette’s bad mood on the train had not dissipated by the time Christmas had turned around. She was still so angry with the Marauders, she had thrown their gifts in the Evans’ fireplace with delight.
“You look fine.” Lily stated, seeing Lovette’s nervous gesture.
“You are such a funny person.” Lovette muttered, sarcasm dripping from her words as she now attempted to smooth down her straighten brunette hair.
Yes, Lovette’s hair was actually straight. No one could remember a time when Lovette’s hair was anything other than curly. She had always hated the brunette curls, but without them she just felt strange.
“You’re hair looks fine, stop messing with it. Plus, you’ll choke on that sarcasm one day.” Lily commented, unusually calm as she placed small diamond earrings in her earlobes.
“So?” Lovette shot back, though she was glad that Lily’s composed personality was coming back.
Over the last two weeks, the girls had really bonded, renewing their strong friendship. It felt as it had in the summer, before the school year had started. Before the fights and the stupid boys. They were 'gal pals' again.
“I’m gonna laugh when you die.” Lily said, pushing one of the straps of her deep emerald (to match her eyes) teacup dress, back onto her shoulder. Lovette cracked a half smile.
“Will you come to my funeral?”
“Only if I don’t have to make a speech. The reason people would be crying at your funeral would be because I would never be able to make a serious speech about you. They‘d be crying from laughter. God knows no one can talk about you without cracking a joke or talking about something stupid you‘ve done. And you‘ve done a lot of stupid things, Lovette Luclare.” Lily replied, grinning. Lovette feigned disappointment.
“But, what if you die before I choke on my own sarcasm? Ever think of that? Hmm?” Lovette said, poking Lily between her shoulder blades. Lily softly chuckled. She turned to Lovette, holding her friend’s shoulders.
“Then you have to promise me that you’ll make people laugh at my funeral.”
“I don’t know. You’re Lovette Orenda Luclare, you’ll think of something.”
“There’s no way I could laugh at your burial.” Lovette said seriously. Lily shook her head as she laughed.
“Do it or I’ll haunt you!”
I will not speak to you
I will not look at you
I will not laugh with you
Hell, I don’t even want
The same air as you do
If you are suffering
Seeing my smiling face
I want you to suffer
As I have
For so long
Get used to it
“Yeah?” Lovette looked up at Lily who had just come back from the bathroom, from the green paisley armchair she was seated in. Lovette stood up, stashing her notebook in her silver clutch purse.
“Ready to go?” Lily asked, motioning to the fireplace in the Evans’ sitting room. Lovette breathed in deeply, not afraid to show Lily that she was, in fact, terrified of her final destination.
“Yeah…” Lovette’s small voice trailing off as she bent her head to the floor.
“Hold on…” Lily made her way to her friend, biting her lip.
“What now?” Lovette asked, noticing the way Lily eyed her attire. Lily started to shake her head.
“-are staying on my face.” Lovette finished, knowing Lily was referring to the suggestion Brenna had made months again about Lovette not wearing her glasses.
“No, give them to me.” Lily stated, holding her hand out for her friend’s spectacles.
“Lily…” Lovette whined.
“No.” Lily demanded, motioning for Lovette to hand over the glasses. Lovette still didn’t reach for her rectangular, black-rimmed glasses.
“Fine, I’ll pry them off your face myself-” Lily started to huff, her hand going to the glasses.
“No! Fine…take them.” Lovette unwillingly removed the glasses from her face and placed them in the palm on Lily’s outstretched hand.
Lily smiled, happy that she had won.
“You look so much more beautiful without them.” Lily added, putting the glasses in her glittering emerald clutch purse.
“Beautiful and blind? Great to know I’ll at least be pretty when I fall down an unobserved flight of stairs.” Lovette mumbled, scratching the bridge of her nose as though hopeful that her glasses would suddenly reappear.
“Okay then…let’s go!” Lily proclaimed, heading toward the fireplace, her black wrap and purse in hand.
Lily turned to Lovette as soon as she had made it to the fireplace. Lovette, on the other hand was exactly where she had been before, standing in front of the armchair. One of Lovette’s hands carried her silver wrap and purse, the other had a firm grip on the chair.
“Let’s go.” Lily said, motioning for Lovette to walk to the fireplace. Lovette stayed put.
“Lovette,” Lily said reproachfully, “let’s go, we’re going to be late.”
“I can’t.” Lovette whimpered, much like a small child would.
“Yes, you can.” Lily commanded, pointing to the spot of floor next to her, indicating that Lovette should be standing there. Lovette thought Lily looked like a dog owner trying to get its pet to follow them.
“I can’t.” Lovette repeated again, her voice still whiny but with a stern edge to it.
“Oh come on, Lovette! Sirius isn’t worth you being afraid to go out into the world!”
“I know that.” Lovette snapped, clutching the armchair tighter.
“Then let’s go!” Lily said, exasperatedly throwing her arms into the air.
“I can’t!” Lovette repeated, mirroring Lily’s annoyed tone.
“Because I can’t walk in these shoes!” Lovette finally caved in.
Lily stood for a moment, looking at her friend blankly. She then proceeded to raise an eyebrow in silent inquisition. Lovette nodded vigorously, confirming Lily’s quiet questioning.
Lily burst out laughing.
“Ha, ha very funny, I know.” Lovette said sarcastically over Lily’s loud laughter, “Now are you going to help me or not?”
“No.” Lily managed through her giggles, “I’m not going to carry you all day! You’re going to have to learn to walk in high heels…today.” Lily added as she noticed Lovette’s open mouth, ready to object.
“Fine.” Lovette said, slowly and unstably shuffling toward Lily. Walking in high heels on plush carpet was not an easy task, “But when I fall and break my neck, you’re the one whose going to explain at my funeral that it was your fault that I’m dead.”
“I thought we already established that?”
“See? You made it!” Lily exclaimed as they stepped out of the portable fireplace situated in the lobby church where the Flynn wedding would take place.
Lovette took a wobbly step out of the fireplace, her hand immediately flying to the wall for support. She turned to look at her friend, a skeptical look on her ash-coated features.
“Yeah, because I only had to take six steps from the armchair to the fireplace! Now, I’ve got to walk everywhere! I’m gonna die!” Lovette whined.
Lily clicked her tongue, impatient with her friend.
“I’ve already told you, you’re going to be fine! You can lean on Peter’s arm all night, he is your date! Don’t give me that look Lovette, you look like you’re owl’s just been hit by an airplane.” Lovette rolled her eyes.
“Everyone says that.” She muttered, referring to her earlier run-in with Audrey Miller on the train to London.
“Come here, let me dust you off.” Lily ordered, extracting her wand from her purse (Lovette was surprised how easily it fit in Lily’s clutch purse, it was smaller than the one she carried). Lovette shook her head in protest. Yes, she wanted to get the soot off of her from the Floo trip to the church; she just didn’t want to walk.
“Only because you look even more pathetic covered in ash.” Lily explained, “Scourgify!” Lovette was immediately cleansed of soot and ash. Lily then proceeded to dust herself off.
“Lily! Lovette!” At being addressed by a familiar voice, the girls immediately turned their heads in the direction of their dispatcher.
Lovette saw Lily faintly cringe as Hestia Jones glided toward them; not having any trouble in her high heels. Lovette shot Lily a look that evidently said ‘If-I-have-to-be-nice-to-people-I-don’t-like-so-do-you’. Lily rolled her green eyes at her friend.
“Hey Hestia!” Lovette said, not moving from her post by the fireplace. Hestia raised an eyebrow at Lily. Lily, in no mood to be nice to Hestia (as always), half-heartedly shrugged and replied coldly,
“She can’t walk in heels. Or see without her glasses.”
“Lily!” Lovette shrieked as though Lily had told her darkest secret, though she really was indicating Lily to be nicer. Lily shrugged again, standoffish.
“She would have found out anyway.” Lily did not dare make eye contact with Hestia.
Hestia was definitely dressed-to-impress. Her black tresses that were usually in bouncy curls were instead straightened (by magic perhaps?). Her dress reached her knees but did not have the teacup flare as Lily and Lovette’s dresses did. The dress was a deep shade of burgundy red, with a golden wrap and matching purse. Her heels were an glossy onyx black. She looked stunning, to say the least.
“Hey ladies.” James said awkwardly as he and the rest of the Marauders (excluding Sirius) approached the three girls. Lily also did not look at him. Instead, she examined the other wedding guests mingling in the lobby before filing into the church pews.
Lovette glared at him, though he did not know it since he had found a sudden interest in his black dress shoes. Noticing the hostility, Hestia took James arm and briefly said,
“We’ll go find a spot in one of the pews.” She said this hurriedly, her tone matching her steps as she and James took off.
“You better go.” Lily made no attempt to be quiet as she spat this after Hestia. Remus, Peter and Lovette all knew Lily’s strong distaste for the girl.
“So uh, are you still mad at us?” Peter said in a quiet voice, giving Lovette a pleading look. Lovette sighed, tapping her nails against the wall she was still leaning on for support.
“Only if you escort me the whole night, meaning holding my arm. I can’t walk a step in these bloody shoes, let alone see an inch ahead of me…I need something to hold onto to keep myself from dying.” She explained. Peter nodded vigorously.
“Of course!” He replied enthusiastically. Lovette wasn’t sure if he was faking his zeal to keep her from killing him or not, but did she care? Nope.
“And,” She added, her voice suddenly hard, “if you lead me anywhere near him (because God knows I can‘t walk myself), I will personally stab you with the heels of my shoes. Got it?” Peter swallowed and nodded, knowing she were telling the truth.
“Good!” She said, her voice cheery. Remus rolled his eyes at her unpredictable personality.
“And you too?” Lovette said, rounding on Remus. He sighed, rubbing one of his temples.
“You know we were just trying to-”
“I don’t care what you were trying to do. Do you promise the same thing?” She asked, cutting off his excuse.
“Yes.” He agreed, frustrated with his friend.
“And you promise not to lead him to me, too?” She demanded, looking between Remus and Peter.
“Yes.” They replied in a monotone unison.
Lovette looked at the two again, almost as if she could tell what they were thinking by staring at them. Her brown eyes darted back and forth in vacillation. She finally sighed, unsteadily walking to Peter and clutching onto his arm.
“Well then? We have a wedding to attend to, let’s go!” Lily and Remus linked arms (being each other’s dates) and followed the two into the church.
As she passed through the doors to the church, Lovette looked back briefly.
And what did she see? Who did she see?
Looking- no, staring at her. Her.
With Keely Kella Kennedy tugging at his arm.
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