If you don't readThe Life Dissertation of Lovette Luclarebeforehand, you'll be as confused as I am about why I feel like I already want to go back to school, two days into summer vacation.
Sorry about it being a little jumbled.
My head has been in the clouds and elsewhere for the past like...
I’m out of my mind.
Lily and James Potter were late.
Lily Potter was never late...ever.
James, on the other hand...never cared.
He arrived wherever he wanted, whenever he wanted.
But Lily did not tolerate delay.
No. Lily was a punctual person.
A perpetual punctual person.
She was born exactly on time.
That goes to show just how prompt Lily Potter was.
But for once in her life, Lily was late.
And so was James, but that was no surprise.
The couple weren’t just late.
They were severely late.
Well, maybe not severely...but very.
The newly weds were agreed to return home to England after their honeymoon in the Bahamas on Tuesday (for their wedding was a Friday and they needed time to...be married) but, it was already the next Friday and no one had seen hide nor hair of the couple.
No one wanted to visit them (the newly weds‘ friends knew where they were, of course). On Wednesday, Peter had forbade that idea when he stated, “I don’t want to Floo in on them...you know...doing stuff! I’d be scarred for life!”. And on Thursday, Hestia had not wanted to owl her friends. She, being the optimistic one, had believed that her friends would turn up soon and it would be pointless to send an owl such a long distance if James and Lily came home before the owl could deliver the message.
Lovette was just not worried. She and Sirius had still not spoken since their rift early on Saturday. It was normal for them to not talk directly after fights. It gave them time to cool off. But at the mention of the missing Potters, Lovette had merely said, “They’ll be fine. If they’ve gotten attacked, I’m sure Lily will have fought right back. She probably would have killed the Freaks for interrupting her honeymoon. God knows she almost did me in for tripping at her wedding...” (and yes, Lovette used the word “Freak” to refer to the Death Eaters. She thought the term “Death Eater” was “too cool” for Lord Voldemort’s followers).
Sirius was also unconcerned. He knew that if Lily and James were taken hostage, he would have found out. “I’m Sirius,” he had announced confidently to his worried comrades, “you know, James’ other half. I always know what’s going on with him.” it was only after Lovette had snapped, “Well, if you’re James’ other half, tell us where the hell he and his wife are!” did Sirius stay quiet.
But, it had been almost a week since Lily and James’ departure and three days since their arrival had passed and they had yet to make their reappearance.
Lovette took a moment before answering. She was rather early to the Order of the Phoenix meeting in Professor Dumbledore’s office at Hogwarts. Not even she could argue that her early appearance was unusual. But, she found it even more unusual that Sirius had arrived even earlier to the meeting, for he had already taken a seat at the table set up in the office. Lovette hid her slight shock at Sirius’ appearance and snapped in response,
“Does it matter?”
Sirius stayed quiet for a few seconds, contemplating whether or not to retort to his fiancée. Lovette knew full well he wouldn’t say anything though. Sirius knew as well as Lovette did that if he bit back, Lovette would be even more irritated with him. So, Sirius chose to keep his silence.
“No,” He said coolly, tapping his fingers on the table in boredom, “just wondering.” Lovette then took a seat a few chairs away from him.
“Curiosity killed the cat.” She replied, her voice airy, “Or, in your case, the dog.”
“I’m always in the doghouse, aren’t I?” Sirius couldn’t help but snap, his teeth gritted as his finger-tapping ceased. Lovette smiled mildly, as though content at the fact that she was getting a rise out of him. If there was one thing Lovette was guilty of enjoying, it was angering people even further than they should be.
If someone was mad at her, why not piss them off even more?
“You chose it, sweetheart.” Lovette could now see Sirius’ jaw lock as though he were physically fighting back a comeback. Now she had something to feed off of...
“What? Are you afraid of biting back? I doubt I’ll get rabies...”
“You need to learn to hold your tongue, Lovette.” Sirius tried to keep his anger at bay. He wasn’t even looking at her now for fear of really exploding at her. But, he knew even without looking, Lovette was donning a satisfied smirk.
“Ah, but I am one of those people that can’t shut up. You should know that by now.”
Thankfully, Brenna and Remus now entered the room, stopping Sirius from saying something really unwise to Lovette.
“Hey.” Sirius mumbled, not looking at his friends either. But, he could still feel their odd expressions boring into him.
The scrape of a chair’s legs were heard as Brenna and Remus found their seats. They had filled in the gap between the two arguing adults, feeling as though it were the best thing.
“So, Lovette, how are you?” Brenna said, clapping her hands together enthusiastically, as though trying to divert Lovette’s attention from Sirius. Sirius looked up just in time to meet Lovette’s wry smile.
“As good as can be expected.” She said, her voice being sarcastically honeyed.
“Well, that’s nice.” Brenna replied, ignoring Lovette’s bitterness.
Lovette’s apathetic glance at Brenna slowed started to melt into one of mixed shock. Sirius watched as Lovette’s face became creased with a frown toward Brenna. It was now Brenna’s turn to be indifferent regarding her friend.
“Brenna,” Lovette finally said, her voice questioning.
“Yes Lovette?” Brenna returned, still ignoring Lovette’s mingled shock.
“What about it Lovette?”
Brenna took a few moments to contemplate Lovette’s statement. The naturally black-haired girl sat there, completely unabashed by Lovette’s comment. Brenna smiled mildly at Lovette, nodding her head.
“Why yes, Lovette, I did not change my hair color today.”
“B- but why? You never keep your hair natural unless someone asks you to, or its some kind of special occasion-”
“Why?” Brenna studied Lovette again, not sure of how she would take the news.
“I think I’ve grown out of dyeing my hair.”
Lovette sat for a moment, her mouth open in shock. Had Brenna really said she’d grown out of something? Grown out of changing her hair?
“You heard, Lovette.” Brenna put gently, “I think it’s time I matured and kept myself the way I should be.”
The room rang in silence after Lovette’s outbreak. Brenna looked sympathetic toward her friend, knowing Lovette was taking it hard. Brenna had always been known to have different colored hair...always.
“Lovette, I’m not a teenager anymore. I really believe its time for me to be an adult. And I’m starting with keeping my hair natural. Its really not that big of a deal. Its just hair, sweetheart.”
“And what’s next? You’re going to stop wearing all your earrings? You’re going to be serious? I can’t believe you’d do this Brenna...” Lovette’s voice started to crack, something Brenna did not expect to happen. Of course, Brenna expected Lovette to be angry, even upset. But she did not think Lovette would start to cry...
“Lovette, its alright. Its really not that bad. And no, I’ll always be silly. And I’ll always wear all of my earrings-”
“But...its still a part of who you are, Brenna! I’ve always known you to be the epitome of adolescence! Rebellion. And now...you’re growing up.” Lovette sounded disgusted with her friend as she now stood up from her seat. Lovette then started to pace around the room, clenching her fists.
“Out of all of us, I always expected you to be the one to keep us from growing up too much. To keep us the children that we are. This doesn’t have to do with just your hair, Brenna. Its that...I’m not ready for you to be an adult.”
“Lovette...” Brenna trailed off there, not knowing what to say to her friend to make her feel better.
“And your speechless.” Lovette said bitterly, chuckling wryly as she backed toward the door, “I guess I have seen everything.”
And she left.
Lovette did not even stay for the Order meeting. Immediately, after she had left, Lovette had gone home, feeling the strong urge for a cup of coffee and the urge to vomit.
It wasn’t that bad that Brenna had decided to stop changing her hair color, Lovette could really care less about what shade Brenna’s locks were. It was really the fact that Brenna had done something mature that had really distressed Lovette.
Lovette and her friends were twenty-one years old now. True, they had long since been teenagers, but they still had the feel of adolescence. And Brenna’s adult attitude signified that the friends were truly not children anymore. Brenna had been the essence of childhood in the group. She had always known how to keep the others’ attitudes from “getting too old,” (as she had once stated). And in her maturing, Lovette wasn’t sure how to keep from growing up too fast.
But Lovette knew that her clinging to childhood wasn’t as natural as she played it out to be. No, Lord Voldemort was the main component in Lovette’s inflexibility. Had Voldemort not been threatening their lives every moment, Lovette wouldn’t feel as though she were growing up too quickly.
That’s exactly what was happening to Lovette and her friends. They were being forced to mature too hastily for their natural liking. Joining the Order was also a main cause. If they had not accepted the task of saving their kind, the would not have accepted the responsibility to be responsible. To be grown up.
Lovette had taken refuge on her couch when she arrived at her and Sirius’ flat. She had dived rather half-heartedly into the cushions, groaning in frustration as Sirius’ scent from the pillows met her nose. Sirius and her argument was another roadblock (making everything ten times worse) that she was not yet ready to face.
“Why is everything always so difficult?” Lovette mumbled to herself, her whining voice muffled in the cushions.
“Tell me about it.” Lovette immediately sprang up from the couch in hearing the voice. The familiar voice.
Leaning on the doorframe leading to the kitchen with a mug of steaming liquid (which seemed to be tea), was Lily Potter.
“What the hell?” Lovette blurted this mostly out of shock. How had Lovette not noticed Lily’s presence when she had just Apparated to the flat seconds ago?
Lily smirked weakly as she entered the living room, cupping both hands around her mug. She then took a seat at one of Lovette’s arm chairs, setting her mug on the coffee table in front of her. Lovette watched her friend in shock. Lily had been gone for days and all she could do was have a cup of tea?
“Where in the hell have you been?” Lovette asked, her voice much louder than she had intended. Lily chuckled at Lovette’s likeness to her mother, Annette Luclare.
“No.” Lovette said stubbornly. Lily smiled.
“Trust me. You’ll need to sit down.”
Furrowing her eyebrows at her red-headed friend, Lovette took a seat back on the couch. Lily watched Lovette with mild interest, clasping her hands and placing them in her lap.
“Okay Lil...what’s going on?”
Lily took a deep breath before saying,
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