Lily Evans was mad. Lily Evans was really mad. Lily Evans was really, really mad.
She needed to prove something.
She quickly had a shower and got dressed in her pajamas. She grabbed a scrap of paper and sat down at her desk. She unscrewed her inkpot and took out a quill. She dipped it slowly into the ink and paused over the paper. Slowly she lowered her quill to the paper. Slowly she formed the words:
The Boyfriend List
By Lily Evans
3. Anthony Macmillan
September 31st, 1973
The Library was musty and dust fell and settled as I struggled to pull a rather heavy book on the properties and uses of moon rock off the shelf. I glanced back at my desk where my wand laid. I really couldn’t be bothered walking over to get it.
I was in the middle of a five thousand word essay on basically everything about moon rocks for Defence Against the Dark Arts and I had already used at least three books and I only had three thousand words.
And at the rate my progress with getting this book off the shelf was going, it was a good thing it wasn’t due for another three weeks.
‘Do you need help?’ a voice asked from behind me.
I turned, keeping a hand on the book to steady it. ‘Anthony! How are you? Oh, yeah, if you could, that would be great!’
Anthony Macmillan was a fourth year Ravenclaw and somehow, despite being in different houses and different years, we had developed a friendship. A girl in my dormitory, Linda Jumperable, said that she heard he liked me. I told Linda to go get her head checked.
‘Holy crap, Lily,’ he laughed, as the book loosened and came down, causing him to stagger, ‘Why is it so heavy?’
I rolled my eyes and led him to my table which was a little way away. ‘Because moon rocks are so very interesting.’
‘Ah, the moon rock essay,’ he said sympathetically, sitting next to me. ‘What are you up to?’
I opened the book to the index and scanned the page for the information I needed. ‘About three thousand.’
He raised an eyebrow, an odd look in his eye. ‘And when is it due?’
‘Um... the 21st,’ I said, flipping the book to the page I needed, being to take notes on a scrap piece of paper. He laughed loudly and I attempted to swat him, embarrassed. Suddenly he grabbed my wrist, not harshly, but gently. I frowned, my gaze sliding over from my essay to our hands, up his arm and met his eyes.
He closed his eyes and lowered his head, but kept hold of my hand. ‘Lily.’
I gently tugged my hand slightly, ignoring the tingling sensation that was running up my spine. ‘What are you doing?’
He breathed in out and deeply for a few seconds. Then he yanked my wrist forward and slammed his lips against mine. And then, as quickly as that happened, I felt a hand fist the back of my shirt, and pulled me back.
‘What on ear – oh, God, James, what on EARTH is your problem!?’ I yelled, jumping to my feet, banishing my wand under his neck.
‘Potter,’ Anthony spat, rising to his feet. ‘What do you want?’
James glared at him, backing away from my wand. ‘Don’t touch her.’
I leaned on the nearby bookshelf, my face in the hand that wasn’t holding the wand to James’s neck. ‘James, when will you learn? I am not yours!’
James looked at me with a grin. ‘I know. But you wish you were.’
I growled. ‘Give me one good reason not to hex you.’
‘Because you love me - ?’ Suddenly Anthony lashed out, punching James in the jaw. I screamed as James fell on the floor and rounded on Anthony.
‘Why the hell did you do that? I snapped, rushing to James side. His nose was beginning to bleed and he looked dazed.
‘He was acting like you were his property!’ Anthony was beginning to look uncomfortable, nursing his hand, not meeting my gaze.
‘Yeah, no need to whack him! God, boys are so stupid!’ I sighed, exasperatedly. I looked around the Library for Sirius. Wherever James was, the Marauders were not far behind.
‘Look, Lily - ’ Anthony said, trying to grab my hand.
‘Just leave me alone,’ I said coldly, heading for Sirius (who was hiding behind a bookshelf), leaving Anthony standing in the middle of the Library.
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