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I oversleep on the first day of term; end up taking a five-minute shower, stuffing two biscuits in my bag for breakfast, and slipping into a seat just as Charms begins.
Thank Merlin it’s Charms because I can count on Dom, who’s in about all of my classes, to distract Flitwick while I eat the biscuits as quickly as possible—though I save half of one for her as thanks.
I groan, resting my head against the cold wood of my desk, and half-heartedly pay attention.
Dom sits next to me, patting me on the back. “Forgot to set your alarm clock?” she asks sympathetically, used to my ways.
Dominique Weasley, my cousin, is a whirlwind. With her strawberry blond hair and outgoing and slightly mouthy nature, she can be nothing but one. However, being the same age as I am, she’s a friend, and can be counted on for doses of sympathy.
“Why didn’t you wake me up?” I ask her, combing through my tangled and unfortunately red hair with my fingers.
“I thought you needed the sleep,” she says, rolling her eyes.
I stick my tongue at her, Dom laughs, and Flitwick, who’s actually a dear, looks around for the source of noise.
That’s how my friendship with Dom works.
Morning classes go by faster than they seem and soon enough I’m sitting in the Great Hall, surrounded by all my family members.
It’s practically Thanksgiving.
Albus flashes me a smile from the Slytherin table, next to Scorpius Malfoy. I roll my eyes, and take a sip of pumpkin juice, resting my chin in my hands, looking around.
Rose is talking to someone at the Ravenclaw table, though that’s not her house. I stand up, tell Dom I’ll be back, and walk over, sliding into the spot next to her.
“Lily,” she smiles at me, then eyes my hair with a frown. “Let me guess, took a five minute shower because you woke up late?”
“My hair looks that bad?” I ask, resting my head in my hands. “I combed my hair with my fingers during Charms. Merlin, this is karma isn’t it? I was a horrible person in a past life, right? I was Hitler. Oh my god, Rose, I bet I was Hitler.”
She laughs. “Lil, calm down. Here, I’ll fix it.” Rose is the practical, older sister in my family.
Rose whispers a spell, waving her wand close to my head, and I feel the tangles vanishing as my hair straightens.
“Thank you,” I gush, grinning at her. “I knew you were my favorite relative for a reason.”
“Don’t let everyone else hear that,” she grins back.
Someone clears their throat behind me. I turn to find one of the Scamander brothers.
Is it horrible that I can’t tell which one it is?
I mean, it’s not even that they’re identical, because when you put them next to each other, they don’t really look like each other. It’s just… I don’t know.
“Oh,” I say, guessing, “Lysander! Hey, I didn’t realize this was your seat, sorry.”
Rose, next to me, shakes her head her head as subtly as she can.
“What?” I mouth at her, wrinkling my brow in confusion before standing up. “I’m going to go back and, uh, finishing eating before classes. Bye, Rose, Lysander.”
Rose shoots me another look, which I don’t understand. Lysander glances at me, raises an eyebrow sardonically, and runs a hand through his dark blonde hair, making it even messier than before.
God, that was cute.
What is wrong with my brain? I think.
“Lily,” he nods at me.
“Bye,” I say, awkwardly waving, and I head back to the Gryffindor table.
Dom grins at me when I sit down next to her. “Lil, your hair is much better now.”
I punch her lightly in the arm. “Thanks for telling me how great I looked earlier, by the way,” I add sarcastically, laughing.
“No problem,” she replies, laughing with me. “By the way, I saw you talking to Lorcan over there.” Dom raises her eyebrows suggestively at the end of her sentence.
I saw you talking to Lorcan over there, I repeat in my head.
Suddenly Rose’s glances and subtle shakes of her head make sense. Because it wasn’t Lysander I was talking to, it was Lorcan.
I bury my head in my hands, blushing profusely.
I will never be able to live this down. I’ll never be able to talk to him—or his brother—again.
Dom laughs at me. “You thought he was Lysander, didn’t you?”
“Leave me alone to die in peace,” I say, peeking through my fingers at her.
Dom laughs, but quiets down. “Come on, Lily, it’s not that bad. People tend to mix them up, it’s not a big deal.”
“I’ve done it… like three times so far,” I estimate.
“That’s not so bad, really.”
“In the past two days.”
I stand up, grabbing an apple off the Gryffindor table. “I’m going to wallow in embarrassment in our dormitory for a few minutes before class.”
“Have fun,” Dom yells after me.
I debate throwing the apple at her. “Sod off,” I call back to her.
“Whatever you say, sweetie!”
Walking back from dinner in the Great Hall I decide to take a short cut to the Gryffindor common room, which James showed me second year.
Probably not a good idea, but since I pretty much ate the entire table I’m so full I just want to sit down in our common room and be incredibly lazy.
I walk around the corner, my hand accidently scrapping against the stone wall. “Ow,” I yelp, but immediately wish I hadn’t said anything.
There’s a couple snogging against the wall. The boy, with blonde hair, is kissing a red-haired girl, his hands tangled in her hair.
He hears me, though the girl doesn’t, and looks up, kissing the top of the girl’s head absentmindedly, while he looks around carefully.
“Scorpius, no one’s there,” she says, twining her hands around his neck, at the same time his eyes meet mine.
I lean back around the corner hurriedly, staying glued to the wall.
The couple… the couple is Scorpius and Rose Weasley.
My practical, level headed cousin, who on a normal basis, does not get along with Scorpius Malfoy. In fact, they argue every time they see each other. The only time Rose isn’t level headed is around Scorpius.
Suddenly, things start to make sense to me.
I take off down the hallway as quietly as I can, rushing through the portrait hole, ignoring all the glances from members of my family. I thought it was too early in the school year for drama.
I bloody hate life.
Author’s Note: Okay, so when I started to write this chapter, that was not how I saw it going. And I’m not sure if it all fits together, or if it’s that great of a chapter, but I’d like to hear some thoughts about it. Review? :)