Post by Lily Evans on Apr 24, 2005 3:07:28 GMT -5
Lily Evans was not a happy bunny. In fact she was a boiling-in-the-pot-I'm-that-mad bunny. She was now sat in the restricted area of the library, using her permission note from Professor McGonagell, in the hopes that the silence might help her cool off.
You might ask why the thirteen year old was so cross. Well for 1) It really wasn't the right time of the month to be messing around with her and 2) She had just failed her potions test. She had revised hard and even done the extra assignment (the uses of the Perryweed in Sneezing Drafts) and yet still she failed.
Again, you might ask why. Well several people came to the conclusion that the potions master was decidedly biased against Gryffindors, however they would have been the ones who had missed all the 'fun.' See Potter and Black had found it oh so amusing to put extra slugs into her potions, causing a small change in colour and a huge change in purpose. The potion no longer made people cough, no, it made them think they were a chicken. Not very amusing for the poor person who had to try it, which turned out to be the teacher. See, the potions master knew that Lily did her research and so, he assumed, would be safe in trying her potion, however he had spent the next 20 minutes clucking and pecking at various objects (and students) in the room.
So, as the class roared with laughter, Lily hid her face in embarrassment and when the teacher finally recovered, he had failed her in that cold, so-quiet-it's-bloody-scary tone. As if that wasn't enough, Potter and Black had begun congratulating themselves on their new discovery and had openly confessed it was them. Needless to say, Lily had not been pleased, had turned a magenta colour, and now neither boy had their eyebrows on their face.
A smirk adorned the young girl's face as she pictured their faces. They had been utterly horrified and yet, strangely, amused. That had enraged the poor red head further and now she had seeked refuge in the library, a place she knew Black and Potter tried to avoid at all costs. She was curled up in a corner and was reading a qizarding non-fiction about a witch named Freda who had travelled around the world and found several of the ancient treasures described in muggle texts. It was almost like a muggle story, but the fact that it was real made it so much more exciting.
Lily could picture the young witch's face as she flew up the side of the volcano and had spied the glistening lava inside. That, in her mind, was pretty amazing. Lily had always loved flying, but had never joined the quidditch team because she wasn't sure she wanted to go to all those practises and plus she liked supporting. Plus, she wasn't sure she understood all the rules of quidditch, but she definately loved flying.
The thirteen year old sighed once more as she pulled her coppery hair out of the clip that had held it in a bun on her head so that it hung loosely around her shoulders and splashed down onto her back.
It isn't worth thinking about. It's just one potions test.
Yeah but it was mine and they knew I worked really hard on studying for it and stuff.
They aren't that bad. They're only boys and they like to have their fun.
Fun?! You think they do that for fun?
Did you hear the laughter?
Yes, thank you very much, I did hear it. But, picking on people isn't fun, and it's not like I'm the worst case scenario, is it? I mean look at poor Severus.
Alright...but what ..
And then there's the Slyytherins that they won't leave alone.
Yes well...I suppo..
What about the first years?
That too I gu...
And they never do any of their homework, and when they do I expect they threaten someone to do it for them.
You don't know that.
What about the whole knuckle cracking episode?
Oh yes, that still makes me shudder.
See? They are horrible, horrible boys.
Fine! I give up. Be like that. Wallow in your hatred.
Hey, I never said I hated them
No you didn't. But I wonder what could have possibly given me the idea.
Oh shut up!
Lily forwned, had she just had a conversation with herself. Okaaay. That was kind of creepy. At least she hadn't said it aloud. Hastily, the red head went back to reading about Freda.
You might ask why the thirteen year old was so cross. Well for 1) It really wasn't the right time of the month to be messing around with her and 2) She had just failed her potions test. She had revised hard and even done the extra assignment (the uses of the Perryweed in Sneezing Drafts) and yet still she failed.
Again, you might ask why. Well several people came to the conclusion that the potions master was decidedly biased against Gryffindors, however they would have been the ones who had missed all the 'fun.' See Potter and Black had found it oh so amusing to put extra slugs into her potions, causing a small change in colour and a huge change in purpose. The potion no longer made people cough, no, it made them think they were a chicken. Not very amusing for the poor person who had to try it, which turned out to be the teacher. See, the potions master knew that Lily did her research and so, he assumed, would be safe in trying her potion, however he had spent the next 20 minutes clucking and pecking at various objects (and students) in the room.
So, as the class roared with laughter, Lily hid her face in embarrassment and when the teacher finally recovered, he had failed her in that cold, so-quiet-it's-bloody-scary tone. As if that wasn't enough, Potter and Black had begun congratulating themselves on their new discovery and had openly confessed it was them. Needless to say, Lily had not been pleased, had turned a magenta colour, and now neither boy had their eyebrows on their face.
A smirk adorned the young girl's face as she pictured their faces. They had been utterly horrified and yet, strangely, amused. That had enraged the poor red head further and now she had seeked refuge in the library, a place she knew Black and Potter tried to avoid at all costs. She was curled up in a corner and was reading a qizarding non-fiction about a witch named Freda who had travelled around the world and found several of the ancient treasures described in muggle texts. It was almost like a muggle story, but the fact that it was real made it so much more exciting.
Lily could picture the young witch's face as she flew up the side of the volcano and had spied the glistening lava inside. That, in her mind, was pretty amazing. Lily had always loved flying, but had never joined the quidditch team because she wasn't sure she wanted to go to all those practises and plus she liked supporting. Plus, she wasn't sure she understood all the rules of quidditch, but she definately loved flying.
The thirteen year old sighed once more as she pulled her coppery hair out of the clip that had held it in a bun on her head so that it hung loosely around her shoulders and splashed down onto her back.
It isn't worth thinking about. It's just one potions test.
Yeah but it was mine and they knew I worked really hard on studying for it and stuff.
They aren't that bad. They're only boys and they like to have their fun.
Fun?! You think they do that for fun?
Did you hear the laughter?
Yes, thank you very much, I did hear it. But, picking on people isn't fun, and it's not like I'm the worst case scenario, is it? I mean look at poor Severus.
Alright...but what ..
And then there's the Slyytherins that they won't leave alone.
Yes well...I suppo..
What about the first years?
That too I gu...
And they never do any of their homework, and when they do I expect they threaten someone to do it for them.
You don't know that.
What about the whole knuckle cracking episode?
Oh yes, that still makes me shudder.
See? They are horrible, horrible boys.
Fine! I give up. Be like that. Wallow in your hatred.
Hey, I never said I hated them
No you didn't. But I wonder what could have possibly given me the idea.
Oh shut up!
Lily forwned, had she just had a conversation with herself. Okaaay. That was kind of creepy. At least she hadn't said it aloud. Hastily, the red head went back to reading about Freda.