As if the first day of school wasn’t bad enough, I was lucky enough to experience yet another ‘beautiful’ day at Hogwarts. I now thoroughly believe that my fourth year at Hogwarts is cursed. I don’t know exactly what I’ve done to deserve this torment, but whatever it was, it must have been excruciatingly horrible.
Last night, I laid down in my warm, soft, comfortable bed and closed my eyes, looking forward to drifting off into a peaceful slumber until morning. That is, until my sleeping cat, Jules, started having nightmares. I mean, the poor cat has always been a little out there, but the veterinarian says the nightmares are perfectly normal. I’d love to show him my leg full of nicks and scratches. I am going to go talk to Professor Kettleburn tomorrow about feline nightmares.
After enduring a very non-peaceful night, I awoke groggy and exhausted (having only slept about two hours). I managed to brush my teeth, get dressed, and gather my books, my red hair in tangles for the second time this year. Collected Lily Evans was no longer collected.
The entire irony of the situation was that Holly, as I’ve mentioned before, is a disgusting slob. I usually find candy in the sink and papers in my shoes. Yet, there she was, sitting down looking as tranquil and poised as someone should after having gotten nine hours of sleep.
I looked up at her, my emerald green eyes blood shot and watery. The rest of the Gryffindor table watched as I stammered out, “Someone want to pass the coffee?”
“Merlin, Evans, what happened to you?” someone asked. That someone happened to have his notorious arrogant smirk planted on his face. Of course, James Potter was wide awake.
“Mind your own business, Potter,” I managed to spit out before downing a hot cup of black coffee. It was strong, but I knew I’d need the energy boost.
“Lily,” Holly whispered into my ear, dragging me out of the Great Hall. “What happened?”
“What do you mean what happened?” I asked, still holding firmly onto my cup. “I didn’t get any sleep last night. Jules kept me up.”
Holly eyed my face carefully, her eyes skimming over my cheeks. “She did a number on you,” she commented. “We should take you to Poppy.”
“It’s not that bad,” I assured her. “I’m more concerned for her than I am for myself.”
“It’s just that, well, when you entered the Great Hall, you looked like you were ready to kill someone,” Holly told me.
Great, I thought. People are going to start worrying I’m going to murder them in their sleep.
“Have a rough night last night?” Sirius Black asked, winking in my direction.
“Not that it concerns you, Black, but yes, I did,” I told him, the coffee hot on my tongue. As I said this, all the males at the table snorted into their food. Holly gave me a bewildered look. She obviously had no idea what was going on.
I glared over at James Potter, knowing he knew exactly what was going on. I could tell he was intentionally averting my gaze. I felt my cheeks redden as the laughter and whispers began. I could feel eyes on my back, but I tried to ignore it.
When Bertha Jorkins, an older girl from Hufflepuff who is more infamously known as being the school gossip, approached me, I knew something was going on. It wasn’t because of my appearance necessarily. It was something else, something bigger.
“Lily,” she said into my ear quietly. “Is it true?”
“Is what true?” I asked her defensively.
“That you and Snape were snogging last night in the Astronomy Tower,” Bertha clarified for me.
Holly gasped and everyone must have seen the look on my face as they all stopped laughing and pointing. I looked over my shoulder at Severus Snape, who was looking down straight into his food darkly as everyone bombarded him with questions.
“Who told you that?” I asked menacingly. My voice was low and quiet, but Bertha heard every word.
“Well, it’s all over school,” Bertha explained. “Everyone’s talking about it.”
And then it hit me. My emerald green eyes snapped over to Potter and he was carelessly talking with his friends, most likely making an impersonation of me and Snape going at it.
I walked right over to him, tapped him on the shoulder.
“Shouldn’t you be off talking to Sniv--,” he began before I smacked him across the face. With that, I walked out of the Great Hall, my chin up and my eyes holding back tears.
I had never done anything to Potter to make him do such a cruel thing. Who could be so cruel? Rumors are ugly, nasty, vile things. Then again, it’s Potter we’re talking about. Holly came up to the dorm to talk to me. Yet, right now, I don’t want to talk to anyone.
This morning, I thought I was doomed this year. Now, I know I’m doomed. If only today had been as simple as getting my cat checked for sleeping problems.
And today, my rivalry with James Potter turned into more than rivalry. I hate him.
A/N: Short, but this story is giving me writer’s block. Not my finest. Please review anyways.
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