Post by Lily Evans on May 5, 2006 13:09:51 GMT -5
((*hits head* My mind is not coming up with another thread to start, so I figured why not use my sample post since it doesn't god-mode anyone. Hope this is ok. If not, I'll come up with something else.))
It had been a long day, filled with more classes and homework than she would have preferred, considering the beauty outside that she was aching to join and enjoy. The sun was shining brightly (she had noticed from inside the Transfiguration classroom), barely a cloud in the sky to stain the light blue blanket it formed around the earth and what few there were were wispy and easily blown away by the fairly light breeze of the day that blew the leaves of the trees and girls hair lightly to and fro every now and again.
Lily didn't usually spend her time in class looking outside, but she had found it irresistible somehow today. Besides, it wasn't like she had missed something in that class. Most of it the Slytherins had been causing mayhem and the other half she had paid attention to: the teaching. But, she knew she probably would have been reprimanded for staring outside and daydreaming during class, even if it only was when McGonagall was reprimanding the Slytherins.
The content of her daydreams had also surprised her: James Potter. What on earth had her thinking about that annoying git? He was just that...irritating, troublesome, someone she denied wanting to even get to know between his and his posse's horrid little pranks on that poor soul Severus Snape (about the only Slytherin she pitied) and his constant showing off. It was too much. Deep down, Lily knew why he had become the subject of her daydreams of late, but she didn't want to admit it, not to Alice, not to anyone, not even herself.
That she liked James Potter, even the slightest bit, was something she wasn't ready to accept yet, which explained her recent development of new harshness around him and keeping any chatter between the two of them strictly 'business.' She had let herself get too friendly with him, let her guard down, had a chance to see the real him, and now she was kicking herself for it. Ugh. Men were gits...well, all except her father, but that was beside the point. Her prior boyfriend --what was his name? Oh, right, Anthony Prophet -- had been fine...for about a month, and then he'd shown his true colors. She'd been hurt, as she'd begun to think maybe this one could be the one, so now any thought of starting another relationship, especially with a guy so unpredictable as James Potter, was something she avoided at all costs.
She turned left into the corridor that led up to the Gryffindor tower, pausing momentarily. Should she go on to the common room and study up there? It was bound to be noisy, even if she chose to study in the dorm. She hated noise when studying, made her extremely irritable, and she didn't particularly care to be irritated. She rather liked pleasant moods much better than the bad. Where then? The library? No, she'd be apt to take a seat near the window and stare off outside, but maybe, if she stayed outside, she'd be able to keep concentration. The wind wasn't all that bad now, was it?
It would be crowded at the lake, always tended to be; at least, for her tastes it was. So, maybe the Quidditch Pitch. So what if a few people were out having some fun? She could sit at the lowest row of bleachers and be left well enough alone. After all, she knew for a fact that none of the house teams had the pitch today, not until about an hour before dinner, and she would be out of there by then.
Letting out a sigh, she turned, clasping her books tighter in her hands, holding them to her chest now as she walked. Hopefully her trip to the pitch would be uneventful.
It had been a long day, filled with more classes and homework than she would have preferred, considering the beauty outside that she was aching to join and enjoy. The sun was shining brightly (she had noticed from inside the Transfiguration classroom), barely a cloud in the sky to stain the light blue blanket it formed around the earth and what few there were were wispy and easily blown away by the fairly light breeze of the day that blew the leaves of the trees and girls hair lightly to and fro every now and again.
Lily didn't usually spend her time in class looking outside, but she had found it irresistible somehow today. Besides, it wasn't like she had missed something in that class. Most of it the Slytherins had been causing mayhem and the other half she had paid attention to: the teaching. But, she knew she probably would have been reprimanded for staring outside and daydreaming during class, even if it only was when McGonagall was reprimanding the Slytherins.
The content of her daydreams had also surprised her: James Potter. What on earth had her thinking about that annoying git? He was just that...irritating, troublesome, someone she denied wanting to even get to know between his and his posse's horrid little pranks on that poor soul Severus Snape (about the only Slytherin she pitied) and his constant showing off. It was too much. Deep down, Lily knew why he had become the subject of her daydreams of late, but she didn't want to admit it, not to Alice, not to anyone, not even herself.
That she liked James Potter, even the slightest bit, was something she wasn't ready to accept yet, which explained her recent development of new harshness around him and keeping any chatter between the two of them strictly 'business.' She had let herself get too friendly with him, let her guard down, had a chance to see the real him, and now she was kicking herself for it. Ugh. Men were gits...well, all except her father, but that was beside the point. Her prior boyfriend --what was his name? Oh, right, Anthony Prophet -- had been fine...for about a month, and then he'd shown his true colors. She'd been hurt, as she'd begun to think maybe this one could be the one, so now any thought of starting another relationship, especially with a guy so unpredictable as James Potter, was something she avoided at all costs.
She turned left into the corridor that led up to the Gryffindor tower, pausing momentarily. Should she go on to the common room and study up there? It was bound to be noisy, even if she chose to study in the dorm. She hated noise when studying, made her extremely irritable, and she didn't particularly care to be irritated. She rather liked pleasant moods much better than the bad. Where then? The library? No, she'd be apt to take a seat near the window and stare off outside, but maybe, if she stayed outside, she'd be able to keep concentration. The wind wasn't all that bad now, was it?
It would be crowded at the lake, always tended to be; at least, for her tastes it was. So, maybe the Quidditch Pitch. So what if a few people were out having some fun? She could sit at the lowest row of bleachers and be left well enough alone. After all, she knew for a fact that none of the house teams had the pitch today, not until about an hour before dinner, and she would be out of there by then.
Letting out a sigh, she turned, clasping her books tighter in her hands, holding them to her chest now as she walked. Hopefully her trip to the pitch would be uneventful.
