Chapter 18 : Chapter 18: A Reluctant Friendship
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That didn't mean Lily and I couldn't act as immature as ever, though.
"Oi, Lily!" I yelled, running into the hall.
"Shut up freaks!" Petunia yelled from her room. She was getting ready for her date with Dursley. Ick. He was simply disgusting.
"What, Lizzie?" Lily asked wearily, coming out of her room a few doors down from mine.
"Don't call me that. Have you seen my rainbow socks?" I asked, running a hand through my hair.
Lily blinked at me.
"You have rainbow socks?"
I rolled my eyes at her.
"Of course I do. Have you seen them?"
"No, I haven't. What do you need rainbow socks for? I thought you were meeting Remus' parents? Those aren't exactly required for that," Lily pointed out, tucking a stray strand of wavy red hair behind her ear.
My eyes widened in panic.
"Shoot! I completely forgot!" I cursed, running back into my room and skidding on my knees over to my dresser. "What am I going to wear?" I squeaked.
Phew. Thank Merlin for Lily Evans.
I scrutinized myself in the mirror. I was wearing a simple, knee-length black dress with an empire waist. I smoothed it down carefully and tucked a black curl behind my ear. Lily let me keep my hair as is as long as she got to arrange it. Lily forced a little makeup upon me. Luckily, only a small amount.
"Are you sure I don't look too formal?" I asked fretfully.
Lily waved me off.
"You look perfect! Now, go!" She laughed, patting me on the shoulder.
I nodded, muttered my thanks, and apparated away.
When I arrived at Remus' house, I raised my hand to knock on the door when it swung open to reveal a tall, beautiful woman with long brown hair and sea blue eyes. I deliberately ignored the dark bags under her eyes, having known she was very sick for a long while.
"Hello," I said nervously. "I'm Elizabeth Moore."
She smiled brightly.
"Hello, hello! Come in. I'm Remus' mother, Debra. Nice to meet you!" she cried, beckoning me inside.
I walked inside and looked around the room. It was rather plain, but I liked it. It was cozy.
"You have a very nice house," I told Mrs. Lupin, admiring one of the muggle paintings on the walls. Suddenly from one of the arches leading into a hall, Remus came skidding out, smoothing his hair down. I giggled, looking at his nervous face. "Hi, Remus."
"Hello, Elizabeth. I see you've met my mum?" he replied, glancing over at his mum.
"Yes, she has. Well, Remus dear, dinner is ready now! You were right on time, Elizabeth." Mrs. Lupin said, her voice extremely sweet. I wouldn't be surprised if another cavity was forming from how nice and sweet she was.
"Your parents are so nice!" I whispered to Remus after dinner while standing on his porch.
"I'm glad you think so. When do I get to meet your parents, Elizabeth?"
My smile faltered. I glanced away. The atmosphere suddenly awkward.
"Oh, um . . ." I mumbled, scratching the back of my head.
Remus' eyebrows furrowed.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
Well, I always knew this day would come. I just really wish it didn't.
"You see . . . How do I say this?" I blushed. "My parents are dead." There, I said it. It didn't sound great, but you know, I was kind of on the spot.
Remus blinked. He blinked again. Jeez Louise, he sure is blinking a lot.
"I'm so sorry, Elizabeth." And he's alive! Wait, that's it? No, I can't believe you didn't tell me? Huh, maybe my observations of the human kind are kind of off. Note to self: Observe a larger variety of people.
"That's it?" I asked, taken aback. "That's all you're going to say?"
Remus blinked some more. How are his eyes not tearing up by now from all that blinking?
"Well, what do you want me to say?"
Huh. What did I want him to say?
"I was just expecting you to say more, is all."
"Oh, alright. Well, you should go home, Elizabeth. Goodnight." He leaned down and gave me a quick kiss.
"Bye." I whispered before apparating away.
I stepped onto the platform with a small frown on my face.
For some reason, Remus' reaction had been bothering me. He acted like something was wrong. I wanted to know what it is. I was his girlfriend, after all. We shouldn't keep things from each other anymore.
"Ashley!" I cried out when I caught sight of her. I ran towards her, my arms open wide.
"Elizabeth!" she shrieked. I tackled her with a huge hug.
"I've missed you so!" I mumbled into her shoulder.
"I've missed you, too!"
"It's been a whole month!"
"I know! So long!"
"Enough, enough. Break it up." Lily laughed, pulling us apart.
"Alright, Ms. Head Girl," I said teasingly.
She rolled her eyes, but still blushed a little.
"You didn't tell me you were going to be head girl!" she squealed.
Lily blushed harder.
"It's not that big of a deal."
When Lily got her letter, I couldn't help but be a little jealous. I had wanted the head girl spot, but Lily did deserve it. She was an amazing student, so I shouldn't be that surprised.
"Do you know who head boy is?" Ashley asked curiously, tilting her head a little.
Lily shook her head.
"No, I don't. I hope he's tolerable, at least."
"I don't think its Remus. He would let me know," I piped in.
"Whoever he is, he can't be that bad."
Lily was completely wrong about her assumption. James freaking Potter is head boy. Was Dumbledore high when he decided that? That's the only explanation!
I leaned back against the tree, trying to get comfortable.
I inwardly groaned as Potter plopped down next to me.
I sent him a glare.
"What do you want?"
He just grinned at me.
"Why wouldn't I want to talk to you, Elizabeth darling?"
I raised my eyebrows.
"I repeat my question. What do you want?"
Potter's shoulders slumped, and he lifted his hand to run it through his hair. Panicked, I grabbed his wrist to keep him from doing just that.
"Stop doing that." I huffed. "It's stupid."
He raised an eyebrow. Can everyone but me do that? That's just not fair!
"You've done it before."
I rolled my eyes.
"I'm usually just pushing my hair out of my eyes. It's different because you're doing it to impress people and make it look like you just got off your broomstick." I shrugged.
"Almost direct quote from Lily, am I correct?" he asked with a small laugh.
I nodded, laughing a little as well.
"How'd you guess?"
James abruptly got a serious face.
"I have something I need to talk to you about, Elizabeth."
Oh. So that's why he came up to me and started being nice. James Potter couldn't possibly want to talk with me just because.
"What could you possibly need from me?" I asked tiredly.
"I want to be your friend."
What? I'm pretty sure my eyebrows shot up into my hair. That's quite a feat, mind you, considering that I had pulled my hair into a bun today.
"Why in the world would you want to be my friend?" I choked out.
His smile turned awkward and forced.
"Well, Remus and Sirius like you. Peter doesn't know that much about you, but her thinks you're nice."
I scoffed. "Okay, now tell me the real reason."
"But that was the real reason!"
"Then tell me the second half of it."
Potter sighed in defeat.
"I want Lily to like me."
I let out a rather unattractive snort. Oops.
"Just hear me out!" Potter said defensively. I rolled my eyes, but motioned for him to continue. "I don't want Lily to like me like that. Well, I do, but I'm going to stop trying. She's made it obvious that she never will. I just want her to see me as a friend." Seeing my raised eyebrows, he amended his statement. "Or a friendly acquaintance. Just not an enemy. I think you accepting me would really help with that."
I sighed. I was never a huge fan of James Potter. However, I couldn't deny that he had matured drastically over the summer. All of a sudden, James Potter was a mature seventeen-year-old boy, and it was throwing me and my judgment off.
James' grin was back and he was smiling like a maniac. Maybe this won't be so bad.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" he cried, pulling me into a big hug before running off towards the castle.
With a small laugh and a shake of the head, I turned back to my book.
"Hello, dearest Elizabeth!" James said cheerily, sitting down next to me at the Gryffindor table. In case you're wondering why I'm sitting there, it's because Lily made me.
Yeah. That's it.
He tsked in my ear.
"Friends don't call each other by their last names," he whispered in my ear. I rolled my eyes.
"Fine. Hello, James." I muttered under my breath so Lily wouldn't hear.
"Oh, hello Moony!" he said, looking up at Remus standing at the bench.
"Hey." I piped in, shooting Remus a smile.
He smiled back tensely, his gaze flickering to Pot-James for a millisecond.
"Are you going to sit down?" I asked.
"I just remembered that I have an essay to write," Remus announced and walked out of the Great Hall.
My eyebrows furrowed, I watched him walk away.
"What's wrong with him?" I asked.
"I have no idea."
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