Chapter 18 : Just, you know, the important stuff
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I ran down the stairs from my dorm into the Common Room. I grabbed his wrist and pulled him out of the room, ignoring everyone’s stares.
“Is this about my present babe? I told you I don’t want anything.”
Tomorrow is our one month, and I know he’s planning something big for us.
I’m very grateful it’s a Saturday.
“This isn’t about your present, I already got that. I just remembered my audition for Juilliard is tomorrow.”
One night about two weeks ago I told Lysander everything. About my dancing, about Juilliard, and my mum. All on the strict instructions that he wasn’t all allowed to tell anyone.
“Oh yeah. You nervous?”
I rolled my eyes. “More than a little. But that’s not my point. My point is that they want me there early morning, and I have to Floo over and I don’t know how long it’s going to take me.”
“I’m failing to see the issue here.”
“It’s our anniversary Lysander. Remember, you don’t want a present but I got you one anyway?”
“I’m going to be in another country! Doesn’t that bother you?”
“Why would it?”
Lily felt the tears forming in the corner of her eyes. Was he serious?
“I will be in a different country on our anniversary!”
“So? I’ll just go to your audition with you, and we can have dinner after.”
“Oh,” I barely whispered, feeling foolish.
Lysander smiled smugly and swept me into a hug. “Awww, did you think I didn’t care?”
“No…” I trailed off, burying my face in his chest.
“You silly girl,” he said before kissing me softly.
The next morning I woke up suddenly at 7 am sharp. I dressed simply, almost robotically, in a pair of jeans and a sweater, pulling them on over my leotard. My leg warmers and dance skirt were in my purse (magically expanded courtesy of Aunt Hermione) along with my CD, audition sheet, and various items that had ended up there over the span of the school year.
I slung it over my shoulder and headed down the stairs to the Common room, where Lysander met me at the bottom. He guided me to the Great Hall, where he filled my plate with food.
After we finished eating Lysander nearly pulled me to Professor Vector’s office. Everyone (except Roxie and Lorcan of course) was under the impression that Mr. and Mrs. Scamander where redecorating their house and wanted some help.
The headmistress smiled slightly as we entered the fireplace.
Lysander and I were Flooed to the smallest bedroom in a Bed and Breakfast, the owner’s memory being properly muddled to believe he had checked us in the night before. I tipped him heavily as we left, knowing it was the least I could do for screwing with him so completely.
Lysander and I wandered the village for a short while; a car was picking us up at noon, so I could be at my audition for one.
I attempted to teach Lysander about Muggle money, but he was as confused by the slips of paper as his mother. I pointed out the different shops; he had been entirely impressed by the instant coffee maker in the café, and the way the phone booths made actual calls. Unfortunately the only number Lysander knew was the one for the police, causing the two of us to have to run into one of the alleys and Apparate to the other side of the town to avoid being arrested.
When noon finally rolled around we met the driver at the bus station, and he drove to the school, getting us there in only twenty minutes.
Once inside Lysander and I were escorted to a large room with a wall length mirror. I was instructed to warm up, that the admissions board would be here at exactly one o’clock.
At ten of Lysander was ushered out of the room, and after one last good-luck kiss, I was completely alone.
Just like I had been told, the admissions council filed in at one, and with one glance, my music was started, and I performed.
For you, there will be no more crime. For you, the sun will be shining.
The familiar lyrics and music flowed through my veins, and everything I had practiced day after night was forgotten. I didn’t need the steps or the counts. I got to tell my story, the one Lysander had helped me write.
And the songbirds are singing, like they know the score.
My feet moved to the music, and my body followed without being told. And it felt perfect.
And I love you, I love you, I love you, like never before.
As the music stopped, and I held my final position, it occurred to me.
I’m in love with Lysander.
The epiphany had me smiling ear to ear. I set my paperwork on the tabled and snatched up my stuff. Once out of plain sight I shoved everything in my bag and ran all the way down the hall at Lysander, flinging my arms around him. He lifted me off my feet and held me for awhile, before setting me back on my feet.
“So, how’d it go?”
“I love you.”
Not what he asked.
Lysander didn’t miss a beat though.
“I love you, too.”
Wait. This needs conformation.
“Can you…say that again?” I asked meekly.
“I love you, Lily Potter.”
I practically jumped him. My legs were wrapped around his waist, and I had both arms wrapped around his neck. He had one hand in my hair, now falling around me, the other on my bum as our tongues danced and our lips bruised.
I felt like I was on fire, and I know he felt it too.
When out kisses became less needy and desperate we broke apart.
“You can say that again,” I replied playfully.
Lysander grinned widely. “Come on, let’s get some lunch. Then we can head back for Hogwarts.”
So we sat at the nearest restaurant and ate burgers and French fries and held hands over the table.
And then ‘checked’ back into the Bed and Breakfast and Flooed back to the castle.
And we sat in the North Tower for the rest of the night, and the House Elves brought up snacks. I gave Lysander his present; a silver Rollex that took the rest of my Christmas money.
The present her gave me was beautiful, a silver necklace with a key on it, and a heart shaped lock for my charm bracelet.
And we talked about every little dream and wish we had.
Because it was the perfect time.
And I’m all about timing.
Thanks for being patient with me guys! I know it’s been forever since I updated, but my life got really crazy and I needed the break. But I’m back with a new chapter I’m really proud of. Hopefully you guys like reading as much as I liked writing it.
I have absolutely positively no idea how Julliard works in the least. So I decided it worked this way for the sake of my story.
I do not own Songbird, it belongs to Fleetwood Mac.
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