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~Me~
"What? What in the world do you want? What could be so important?" she quietly seethed. My eyes widened, shock settled into my skin. I recoiled. Inadvertently, I may have come off wrong. That happens ever so often.
"Uhm, did I do something wrong?" I asked timidly. All I did was walk up to this girl. What in the world is the matter with her?
"This. Is. A. Library. The enviroment is quiet, it emphasizes solititude. If you want to be some gregarious Hufflepuff you can walk yourself right out!" Her voice almost raised at that, until her bright green eyes darted to the left, peeking at the front desk where the librarian watches oh so closely. Oh. Right. Lily Evans is hoping to become a prefect eventually, that requires a perfect record, as the name suggests.
"I am in your potions class," I begin, before she coldly cuts me off,
"Me and Remus Lupin hold study groups Monday, Tuesday, Thursday."
"Yes about that," I continue, before she callously cuts me off,
"Everyone is welcome, from any house...even Ravenclaws that fraternize with Slytherins. The group is rather large though, so do not expect individual attention." She ended her statement with a warm smile. At one time it was entirely genuine, however at this point the bags under her eyes reveals how draining this spiel becomes.
"Oh, I'm sure, Nonetheless Evans I was not asking for an invitation," Her head stayed still studious Lily still at her books, but those bright green eyes stare up between her flaming locks. Her head cocks to the side slightly, curiosity creeping up on her. " As you have probably guessed, while I am fine at potions it is not where my passions lie. Also, many slytherins are awfully distrusting of you. And, from what I understand neither of you are good at Divination? It doesn't really matter... Either way the point I am trying to navigate to is that I would like to assist."
~Lily~
What is her name? I know I know it! For Godric's sake I have almost everyone in the year's names memorized ! And this Ravenclaw girl escapes me.
She always fades into the background. In fact I don't even recall her moment in the choosing ceremony, despite her having such a unique look.
Me and Remus are climbing the stairs to Gryffindor Tower. It's easily a 30 minute walk from the dungeons up to the common room. Giving me plenty of time to explain the absurdity of my time in library. Me and Remus cannot catch a break when it comes to nosey Nancys trying to wiggle into the Mauraders or private lessons from me or him. Us Mudbloods must stick together after all, despite the haggard feeling growing on the both of us as new people try to use and lose us. It's created a tight knit circle. And I do not wish to expand it forseeably. To many people have taken advantage of my kindness as of late.
"I've never seen someone look so ethereal!"
I relinquish to Lupin.
"Oh...that isn't the Ravenclaw poltergeist?" He responds with a sideways smirk. He picked that up from Sirius and James. Those mauraders have infilitrated my sweet Welsh boy's brain.
"You sound like Sirius!" I decree, giving him a playful push. "Anyway," I say weaving back to my problem, "we have potions with her. She even speaks peculiarly if you believe it. I asked Slughorn and he said he wasn't quite sure who I was talking about. She speaks so little in class the teachers hardly know her. And she gives me a speech! About how we aren't good enough to study from. Can you believe it, Remus?" I turn to Remus whos face has lost some of the frivolity from before. He makes a tiny gulp, adams apple bobbing as he itches his scars nervously.
"Well, Lily, we have mentioned taking up another leader."
"Yes, but that lilting loopy girl has no one vouching for her! She doesn't know either of us and our teachers don't even know her. Meanwhile you and I are top students!"
I GOT IT! PANDORA. Her name is Pandora Lovegood.
"I will give you that second point, however she's clearly intelligent enough to observe a systems faults, and propose a solution. I don't get it Lily, typically your so cool headed, whats got you so riled up?"
I sigh deeply, leaning against a railing and hoping it doesn't move and I fall to my doom.
"I just can't shake the feeling she'll worm her way into us through this."
"Awh, someones a divination expert since their conversation! I don't care either way, so it can be your decision. But I think some help would do us good."
I do feel irrationally angry though. Something about that girl. It entirely infuriates me.