Lily Evans (crackthatwhip) wrote in pensieveshadow, @ 2008-01-29 02:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | alice, backdated, complete, lily, log, rated pg |
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[Who] Lily and Alice
[What] Talk about stuff.
[When] Backdated: Saturday after the date.
[Where] The girls dorms.
[Rating] PG
[Complete]
Alice had been trying to get in some time at the Pitch, to practice for tryouts, and she'd had two essays due and some other homework. And Lily had rounds and Head Girl duties and her own studies - so they hadn't had much of a chance to talk since Lily's. . . outing with James. (Because she had very firmly NOT called it a date, and Alice had been trying to do the same when she thought about it. Even if it really sort of did seem like a date, and Lily had looked a bit smiley and pleased afterward, so Alice even thought it might have been a GOOD date.) But she'd finished all her work before dinner tonight, and she was taking the night off from flying - and she was going to bloody hear about it if it killed her.
She waited for Lily to come back from rounds and then ambushed her friend, tugging at her arm to draw her back toward her bed and waiting for the redhaired girl to sit before she drew the curtains closed around them. "All right, Miss Evans. We need to talk. Before I go nutters wondering what happened and just go ask POTTER," she teased - quietly enough that it wouldn't carry past the curtains.
Lily didn't have time to protest as Alice grabbed her and forced her to sit. She had been thinking about the "field trip" all day--well, more so about how it ended. No matter what she did, she couldn't stop herself from replaying her moment with James in the dim passageway in her head. It was like her mind was caught in a loop. The worst part about it was that she was no longer sure that what happened was a good thing.
"What do you need to know?" she asked with a grin, pretending to be completely clueless. "The rounds weren't very eventful."
Alice snorted, rolling her eyes and sitting crosslegged, settling in for a Very Important Chat. Because if Lily had come back looking annoyed, it would have been just another Potter is Such an Idiot chat. But she hadn't, so Alice really didn't think this is what this would be. "I don't know. Maybe I want to talk about dinner. I think the pumpkin juice was especially good tonight. . . or maybe I want to talk about certain Head Boys and the Head Girls they manage to talk into sneaking out with them. And the fact that said Head Girl comes back looking a bit like she'd had a good time."
"Oh, that?" She looked pensive for a moment and then said, "It was really fun. We got kicked out of the theatre because James asked every question imaginable. So we went and got a bit of tea with the notes we had left. Then we came back to Hogwarts. We talked the entire time and he told me a lot of his secrets." When she finished, she shrugged lightly. "That's all we did that was interesting...unless you care to hear about how he snogged me." Lily tried to sounds nonchalant, but she couldn't stop herself from grinning.
"Oh that," Alice echoed, mimicking Lily's voice a little and rolling her eyes again. "As if it was tea with the Slug. You SNUCK OUT to a MOVIE, Lily. You don't do that sort of thing. And-" she stopped midsentence, blinking at the last. "He snogged you? Was it good? You didn't slap him, did you, he didn't LOOK bruised?"
"Yes, it was brilliant. I actually pulled away from him, because I was shocked...and then I just grabbed him and kissed him back. So I guess, in a way, I snogged him." Lily explained as she leant back against the headboard. "It was so intense. I've kissed a few guys before, but he was just...I felt like I could stay there for hours."
Alice blinked and then lifted her hand, pointing accusingly at Lily. "That is not him snogging you! You snogged him!" She grinned. "That's fantastic. . . right? It's a bit sweet really. Him mad for you all the time and now you finally. . . wait do you like him? Or did he slip something in your tea? Or was it just. . . the thrill of sneaking out gone straight to your head?" She was teasing, mostly. But honestly when Lily had said she was going, Alice had figured there were really only two ways it would go - really badly, or a lot better than Lily expected.
Lily thought for a moment. She had no clue what to think. She didn't know why she kissed him or why the feeling of his fingers tracing her skin gave her bad thoughts or why she had enjoyed it at all. It seemed far too random in her head. Like years that explained why she felt that way had slipped by unaccounted for. "I don't know," she said, pulling her hair out of its ponytail so that it fell lightly around her face. "I don't like him. Well, I don't not like him, but I don't have feelings for him. It was just the heat of the moment. When a fit bloke is pressed against you and kisses you, you don't not kiss back. Part of me still wonders if he's just trying to get me to shag him, which won't happen no matter how good it felt to be pressed up against him. Not that I've even thought about it--I'm not going to fall into his trap, if there is a trap. I mean, Potter is sneaky." She was almost out of breath when she stopped and gave Alice a woeful look. "Do I sound crazy?"
Alice blinked at the flood of words. "So. . . you wanted to snog him. And you think he's fit. And it felt good to snog him. And you had fun. And YOU snogged HIM the second time. And it's his trap?" she surmised. She studied her friend for a moment. . . and then started to laugh. "You fancy him!" Honestly, it was funny. "I should have run a POOL. People who get on one another's nerves that much HAVE to be destined to either off each other with hammers or fancy the pants off each other." She grinned impishly. "Not that there were pants off yet."
Alice had grown up with brothers, and other than Lily and a few others, tended to hang about with blokes, and thus could sometimes have a somewhat crude sense of humor. Not that Lily was a delicate flower, she was used to Alice after all. "You don't sound crazy," she assured the other girl belatedly. "Maybe a little, but in a normal sort of way. I sound loads more daft about Frank, probably."
"Shut up, Alice." Lily groaned and put her face in her hands. Alice wasn't making things easier. "I don't fancy him. You can snog someone, enjoy it, and still not fancy them--it happens." She didn't sound too convinced, but she told herself she was sure. If she did fancy Potter, she would have admitted it to Alice of all people...right? "It's not too late to off him with a hammer, you know. Potter is not worth the trouble of dating."
"There's a difference. You and Frank would make a cute couple and you two got on well from the start." Frank was perfect for Alice in Lily's opinion. The two of them just seemed to connect. "He's completely likable. You'd be mental not to like him."
"Filch has a snog somewhere?" Alice asked innocently, and then she laughed too, wrinkling her nose. "Eww. Forget I said that. Even kidding."
She waved a dismissive hand. "We're not talking about me. We're talking about you. And I meant maybe he thought of me as one of the blokes or something. . . you think he does? Really?" Lily had said that before, but Alice's confidence flagged when it came to such things. She made a noise and rolled her eyes. "Nevermind. Not me! Talking about you and your Potter snogging ways."
"True. . . but he IS Head Boy now. And even if he's been an utter git sometimes, people do change. . . and even though he's driven you mad. . . he really hasn't paid much attention to anyone BUT you for ages, has he?" Alice asked. "If he just wanted someone to brag about. . . .well he could have gotten someone loads easier, yeah?"
"That's the last thing I want to think about, thanks." Lily laughed, scrunching up her nose in mock disgust. "I'm sure all his snogs go to Ms. Norris anyway."
"Well, we should be talking about you! You and Frank need to go on a date." Lily grinned as the thought came to her. "The first Hogsmeade weekend is coming up very soon; you should make plans with one another! You missed your chance to snog Frank the first time. This time you can do it right."
"Not if I'm just a challenge," Lily said, shaking her head. Not that she really believed she was. It was just easier to dismiss everything that had been happening for the last few years by saying that. "If he honestly likes me as much as everyone else seems to think, he could have easily stuck with telling me. Instead he's made annoying advances and does stupid little things like messing up his hair to make it seem like he's been playing bloody Quidditch all day. I hated when he does that!"
"At least he's getting-" Alice paused and then laughed, wrinkling her nose. "Nevermind. I shouldn't be allowed to talk. Ew ew ew."
"No no. No talking about me. OR dates. Because he hasn't ASKED and I already attacked the bloke with my mouth, I'm not going to ASK HIM. NO more talking about me," Alice decreed firmly.
Alice shrugged. "I don't know, Lily. I mean, he does look at you - and he DID get you to sneak out of the castle to go see a film. . . and he hasn't been crowing about it in his journal or anything. Maybe it's about the challenge. But I think he likes you. And he just had a daft way of telling you for a long time?"
Lily tossed a pillow at Alice to keep her quiet. The last thing she wanted to discuss was Filch's snogging habits with any creature.
"We won't talk about you then--I'll talk about Frank." She folded her arms across her chest and raised an eyebrow. "Frank is a really great guy, though he's not as open about his feelings as he could be. You know, I hear he fancies brunettes. One fit bird in particular, but she's completely daft. I hear he'd really want to take her out for the Hogsmeade weekend, yet she's too busying yapping on about someone else's love life, or lack thereof, to think about it. I don't know. Maybe I should ask him out. Think he fancies redheads?"
"Well, even if Potter likes me, I don't fancy him. So it still doesn't matter." She didn't think she was being stubborn about this in the slightest. It was perfectly reasonable not to give into something that was so obviously unrequited. "As a matter of fact, that Ravenclaw bloke I told you about last week is still available."
"Frank is a brilliant bloke. And I could talk about him for a REALLY LONG TIME. But not tonight," Alice gave Lily a sweet smile, and then ruined it by sticking her tongue out. "And for the record, I DON'T THINK he's lurking outside the bed curtains waiting to ask me. But I'll check. Just so you don't have to be distracted." Alice leaned over, making a show of sticking her face past the curtains and peering around, and then settling back again, pulling them closed. "Longbottomless," she told Lily cheerfully.
She lifted an eyebrow at Lily. "Right. Don't fancy him at all." Alice paused thoughtfully. "The Ravenclaw is fit. And chatting him up will in no way make James Potter a jealous nutter. Which would IN NO WAY be something you wanted, right?"
Another pillow went flying in Alice's direction. "You really should think this over. A date with Frank would be wonderful. I've told you forever that he really likes you. You attacked his face and he didn't run screaming, so it's not like there's anything to worry about."
"Oh, stop it. I don't care if Potter is jealous or not." She grabbed another pillow and hugged it softly. She didn't want to make him jealous either, because it would have seemed like she was intentionally playing with his feelings. "I'm sorry it disappoints you and everyone else who was hoping for some kind of fairytale ending, where after all these years of pursuing the girl of his dreams that girl says 'yes'." She laughed and shook her head. It was ridiculous. "It's not going to happen. I don't like Potter."
"I attacked his face and he DIDN'T DO ANYTHING the next day!" Alice pointed out. "Not even a 'Stay ten feet away, Clagg, you bruised my lips'!" She laughed though, taking the pillow and set it out of Lily's reach.
Alice made a face. "I'm not hoping for a fairy tale. But YOU are denying more than you need to, I think. I SAW you when you came back. You were all. . . smiley. One might even say besotted looking, if one wanted to get slugged with another pillow. Which one does, by the way."
"What exactly should one do when someone attacks their face anyway?" she asked, laughing. "I mean, is there a standard procedure for when someone attacks your face? Do you attack their face back, just stand there, or maybe talk about the weather?"
"I won't deny it any more then, but that won't make it any less false." She tossed her last pillow at Alice. "Besotted? Come on, I was smiling because the kiss was very, very good. Again, one kiss just means he's a good kisser. That's it."
"I WISH he'd attacked my face back," Alice muttered. "Of course I did run away, so that sort of put a kink in it. He might have been getting ready to attack, but I escaped. Only I wouldn't have wanted to." Alice flopped backward on the bed for a moment. "You're Head Girl. Why don't you write up face-attacking procedure. Step One: Attack with Lips. Or actually step one should probably be put on lip gloss or have a breath mint. I bet I was all. . . tart smelling and dry lipped." Not that she'd thought about it at all. Or much. "I think talking about the weather is out. It'd be a bit like 'well, so it's been warm, hasn't it? I think it's going to rain. Hold on, let me try to reattach my lips to my face, it's a mite hard to talk like this.' Arrgh. YOU DID IT AGAIN. No more talking about me!"
She was laughing though, and she lifted her head to look at Lily. "You don't HAVE good kisses with boys you wouldn't LIKE TO SNOG AGAIN, you know. I think it's a rule. Maybe a Commandment."
"That actually sounds like a column from Witch Weekly: The Do's and Don't's of Face Attacking. I think I'm the last person qualified to write anything on it." Lily laughed as her friend rambled on. Alice was good for her. She needed someone one to keep her sanity in place and add a great deal of humour to her life. There were too many times were Lily let herself to get way too serious. "It's clear that you need to talk about this."
"Even if I'd like to snog him again, it'd be for his kissing skills and not him. I'd simply be using Potter for his lips. That's horrible." Of course, she doubted that he would mind.
"I'll write it up. There won't be any "do's". Just a big don't that says NOT TO attack a bloke's face and then run off." Alice sat up again, grinning and picking up the pillow beside her, setting it on her lap and idly fussing with the pillow case with two fingers. "No no. I don't need to talk about it. I'm all talked out. Can't you tell? I'm hoarse." She was nothing of the sort, of course.
Alice paused, eyeing Lily and grinning a bit. "Lily. . . are you saying you only want him for his lips? And thus. . . for his body? You know, I'm not an expert, but isn't it the bloke's job to only be in it for the snogging? Well, the shagging, but since you're not doing that. Do you think if they're a good kisser than they'd be good at that too?" Alice hadn't thought about that at all. "And it's rude to use a bloke for his lips you know. You should at least use him for his arse too. And not that I'm looking, because he's not Frank and I have a one-bloody-track mind, but his isn't bad."
"I'll be more than happy to continue speaking for you, you know. I can even talk to you for Frank if your own voice is that gone," she said with a grin. "I'll let him know that you would love for him to attack your face and that he shouldn't run away afterwards."
"No, I don't just want him for his lips or his body." Lily paused and then realised what she had said. "And by that, I mean that I don't want him AT ALL. Not for his lips, body, or anything." She bit her lip to stop herself from chuckling so that she could sound serious. "This is completely useless. Even I was to shag James Potter--which I would NOT--that would be it. There are no romantic fanciful feelings or all of that. Not even platonic ones."
"Brilliant, well I'll run off and tell Potter you only like him for his body. Since my voice is gone, I'll have to use pantomime. I'm sure it'll go over brilliantly!" Alice shot back, laughing.
Alice looked highly dubious. "Right. Well. If you've no feelings for him at all then when he's all smiling and happy and asks you to go do something else. Or wants to snog you again - then you can just say no. Without trouble. And chase after Ravenclaw McMuscles. Who was he again?"
Laughing, Lily pushed her hair out of her face and rolled her eyes at Alice. "I'm sure he'd be too distracted to pay attention to what you're saying. Though he might be a bit scared of you afterwards."
She wished she had more pillows to toss at that moment. "Ravenclaw McMuscles sometimes goes by the name Owen Proudfoot," she replied. "He's a very good looking bloke. Quidditch player, prefect, and part of the World Wide Wizards Association that acts out of London. Well, that last one he talks about all the time though I still don't really know what it is. He's a great guy, but a bit loquacious."
"I'd be making kissy faces at him, so he'd probably be confused and run away, you're right. He'd think I was trying to attack HIS face too," Alice agreed, laughing.
"Proudfoot. Right. It sounds like an ointment for foot rashes. I think I like Claw McMuscles better," Alice teased. She made a face. "Loquacious. . . right, so he's boring and talks about himself all the time. YOU will be bored to tears inside of ten minutes."
"He can then write a book on how he survived the attack on his face. It can be featured with the Witch Weekly column." Lily suggested.
Lily pursed her lips and shook her head at Alice. She thought bringing up the Ravenclaw would have eased Alice off the topic a bit, but the girl was not letting it go. "He's a great guy," she repeated. "Everyone likes to talk about themselves a bit and he just happens to be really proud of that club-thing. Unlike with Potter...I could see myself possibly dating Owen."
"Do you think I'll get a percentage? Since I was the attacker? Or will I just get sent to Azkaban? Or Mungo's!"
Alice made a face at her and shrugged. "I don't know. I haven't talked to him much, but he seems. . . dull." And not-Potter, which was the main reason she didn't like him. Well, not really. Alice thought James could be obnoxious frequently enough. But she wasn't daft, and she KNEW Lily eyed him more than she let on - or realized - and that he was forever watching her. IT was really sort of . . . sweet. And romantic. When he wasn't doing that daft thing with his hair or being a git.
"You'll probably just have to settle for time in Azkaban and movie on your life story,' Lily explained with a wise nod.
"He's not dull. He's just not as 'exciting' as those blokes who spend their day running around the castle making trouble." She didn't sound as convincing as she thought. "He wanted to spend sometime with me, so I think I'll give him a chance."
"So long as someone good plays me in the film," Alice gave in with a dramatic sort of sigh.
She ruined the drama by making a "blech" noise. "Dull. But you'll never have trouble sleeping at least. And he's a Ravenclaw, so you can have a fantastic row and break up with him when he ignores you to study for NEWTS in a month?"
"You're really not going to give up are you?" Lily asked with a laugh. "If anything, he'll break up me with for ignoring him in order to study. If we don't have much in common then I'll leave him alone, but I think Owen and I could have a very good relationship. No matter how much you apparently want me to be with Potter, we just don't have anything in common at all."
"I don't WANT you to be with Potter. . . well maybe a little bit. But only because I think YOU want to be with Potter and you're being too . . . Head Girl Lily Evans to be all Gryffindor and impulsive about it. You're thinking too much. We're Gryffindors. You're supposed to just run in with sword swinging." Alice paused and then grinned. "Not that you have a sword. Or anything swinging."
"Head Girl Lily Evans is merely a facade until I leave this place then I'll join a rock band and tour the world in a leather leotard. Would that be impulsive enough for you?" She couldn't even say that without laughing. Though it didn't bother her as much hearing it from Alice, Lily wondered if everyone really did see her like that. Some uptight Head Prefect who wouldn't know fun if it bit her in the arse. People pretended to find her interesting, but now it was really starting to make her doubt herself. It simply wasn't true...she hoped.
Alice burst out laughing. "Can I play bass? I'll wear a long, swishy sort of coat and makeup all over my face! And loads of eyeliner." She made a grotesque sort of face and then giggled again. "We'll call ourselves McMuscles?" Alice thought that Lily tended to take things too seriously, sometimes - but she didn't see her as uptight. Just trying too hard, really. And she knew that Lily relaxed sometimes, and was loads of fun. It just didn't occur to her to reassure the other girl of that.
Lily wished she had another pillow to toss as she laughed at Alice. "Fine, but our first single has to be about a bloke who got his face attacked by some mental brunette." Lily looked at her watch and groaned. "I have to finish my rounds in a few minutes. You think I'd be wrong to use Imperio on a first year to do it for me?" she joked.
"'I Loved Her, She Ate My Face,' it'll be a smash," Alice agreed with a smirk. She laughed. "Maybe a little wrong. A smidge." She held up her thumb and forefinger a scant inch apart to demonstrate. "You want me to come with you? We can abuse Head Girl privileges and nick stuff from the kitchen again."
"You're always using me for my Head Girls status." Lily touched the back of her wrist to her forehead and tried to sound hurt. "The kitchens are ridiculously easy to get into. I'm starting to wonder if Professor Dumbledore really wants students sneaking in and out of there."
"Well why else would I be friends with you? It couldn't be because you let me natter on about attacking faces, or poke fun at you about Ravenclaws, or help me when I'm lost in Potions, or are brilliant company or anything," Alice answered cheerfully. She pushed the bed curtains aside and hopped up, grinning. "I think he doesn't mind anyone sneaking in. Which means I don't have to feel guilty about it ever."
"Then I'll give up the Head Girl position and you'll be stuck with plain, old Lily." Lily followed Alice off the bed and straighten her outfit. "It's not like you felt guilty about it before." She laughed and looped her arm with Alice's.
"I could live with that," Alice answered. She grinned and shrugged, not looking repentant. "You feel guilty enough for both of us," she teased, taking Lily's arm as they headed off to do Lily's rounds. And feed Alice afterward, probably.
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