Lily Potter (ex_lilpotter215) wrote in allsnotwell_rpg, @ 2009-07-20 01:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | lily potter, october |
Who: Lily Potter and Open
When: October 20th / A bit after dinner
Where: Gryffindor Common Room
Summary: Lily feels diseased after the quidditch match
Rating: PG
ooc:Ten brownie points if you can tell me what song the cut title is from!
Lily had been, somewhat consciously and somewhat unconsciously avoiding the common room, out of shame more than anything, really. However, with news of Hugo, she couldn't stand to be in the same room as a fuming Juliet. What was the big deal? Had she never snogged someone questionable? Lily didn't really care about what Hugo did with his lips or what he did them to, and Lily definitely considered Kerrigan a what (as opposed to a who). Either way, she had to escape.
The only problem was, now that she lounged in the common room, she felt glares and stares piercing her. The only problem was, every time she looked around, the silent accuser had turned and she couldn't locate them. The longer she sat, the more rapidly her blood began to boil until she was hoping someone's cat would wander by so she might kick it. She felt as if she had contracted some vile disease and everyone in her house was afraid to catch it. She very suddenly wanted a sandwich board which read "No, I am not my father" to disclaim herself. She wasn't infallible; she wasn't Harry Potter. She was Lily Potter, practically Lily Weasley, and not one person looked at a Weasley and thought 'Great Wizard'. Perhaps she was upset.
But then, at last, she caught someone staring at her. A sixth year girl, staring at her as if she was some sort of blight on Gryffindor house. Lily couldn't take one more moment; Lily hopped up and stalked over to Katherine, her wand in her tight fist. "Look, Summerby," she growled rather loudly, "I don't want to have to fix your little staring problem." She felt very suddenly many of the eyes in the common room on her, and she didn't at first turn to look. "How about next time you can attempt to catch a tiny, flying, golden ball and we'll see how it goes?" Without waiting for some garbled answer from the prefect, Lily turned and made her way over to one of the overstuffed arm chairs. It was taken by two, small first year girls, but they gladly clambored out of the chair for her, and she fell into it. At last she said loudly enough for most of the common room, "If any of you lot have a problem with me, I'll be here, in this chair, with my wand. Otherwise, leave me the bloody fuck alone."
She sighed. There HAD to be a cat somewhere she could kick.