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Post by lydia on Jan 1, 2010 13:14:08 GMT -5
 --- i can hear you screaming ,.[/color][/size][/font] ( I CANT HELP, I APOLOGISE )[/center]
Lily was fed up with just about everything going on in her life. She was tired of balancing the act that was her personality. She couldn't figure out who or what she wanted to be and she didn't want to care anymore. Her problems were large, pregnancy was big and she had to keep it secret for now, but she was tired of the meaningless conversation she had with her fellow Slytherin girls in the Great Hall, in their commonroom. She was tired of pretending not to feel, of pretending not to care about anything but the most trivial of things. After making several failed attempts to get some alone time, she realized that maybe she didn't really want to be alone. Maybe, she just wanted to be around people who understood her, people who would care enough to let her be herself. But since when would anyone understand a potter gone bad?
Sighing, she parked herself on a bench on the first floor of Hogwarts. She scanned the area with her bright green eyes, but barely noticed anything or anyone that passed. It was as if she was in a trance, just waiting to snap out of it. When she finally did, after a few lost seconds, she smiled to herself and took out a piece of parchment. She wanted to write a letter, but she had no idea who to write it to. Her parents were too busy to care or to reply and all of her so-called friends were there at Hogwarts with her. Still, she started to write, about anything that came to her mind.
Lily got lost in it and she understood for the first time why her older brother always had the most intense look on his face as he wrote.. It surprised her that instead of words, she began to draw and take inspiration from what was around her. She had noticed everything around her and although her eyes had scanned the area with little enthusiasm, the place suddenly came to life with a few strokes of her pen. She felt relieved, free of whatever was bothering her before. Before she knew it she was smiling as she worked, one of the first real smiles she had been able to give in days.
Lily worked hard at the drawing, discovering something that she enjoyed for the first time. Instead of trying to distract herself with schoolwork that she could care less for, she worked hard on the drawing, paying the kind of attention and care to it that she never thought she could. She noticed a form taking shape in the drawing, the form of someone standing near by. Embarrassed that she actually let herself draw another person, without them knowing, she stopped for a moment and tried not to look at them. Turning back to her drawing she ignored the figure and worked on other aspects of it, although having the unfinished piece in the image bothered her. It felt strange that this was something she had never tried before. Of course she had drawn, but not with such intensity as she was drawing now and not with such skill.
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Post by jackb1993 on Jan 1, 2010 17:42:35 GMT -5
 WHEN YOU'RE AT THE END OF THE ROAD & YOU LOST ALL SENSE OF CONTROL ,& your thoughts have taken their toll ,--------------------------------------------------------------------- “Don't worry sir, yeah, I'll go straight to Madame Pomfrey!" Chris yelled through clentched teeth, clutching tightly at his fractured arm. Chris had good days and bad days of Quidditch practise. Most of which were bad days. He used to be a pretty excellent player.. Back when he was 9 years old and on a training broom.. But one thing was for sure, he'd never be seen in the hospital wing.
Christopher McLaggen dispiced hospitals. Especially Hogwarts who offered the finest health professors avaliable to students. Ever since his first taste of skele-gro and numbing injection, Chris vowed never to go back into a hospital again. So of course he wasn't going to run to Madem Pomfrey, screaming about a fractured bone. Instead, it gave him the oppertunity to go on a wonder. But first, he had to fix his arm. Chris rested his ingured arm on a stone window sill, just outside the Great Hall, and retrieved his wand from his pocket. He held in his breath as he directed his wand toward the base of the pain- just below his elbow. With a wince, he spoke the incantation firmly, slightly worried of the consequence. "Episkey".
A loud groan erupted from Chris's throat as he felt the bones in his arm snap harshly into place. But still, it was healed. Usually, that spell would not have been powerfull enough for an ingury such as this- Chris had made a big deal over something small. But the other students and teachers back on the Quidditch grounds didn't know that. It was merely a distraction to save himself from further humilation. Falling off his broom was one thing, accidentaly scoring for the other team was another.
Chris blamed his sudden loss of skill mostly on the uniform. The thick, padded Gryffindor Quidditch kit almost weighed Chris down, making flying a nightmare. He began on his way upstairs to the Gryffindor common room to change, knowing Madame Pomfrey would take the 'remainder of the lesson to fix his arm'. Chris didn't think of running into another student during his time of skiving class. Especially a fourth year student. But of course, he did. And, of course, it had to be Slytherin's Potter. He walked toward the girl, who was drawing intently on a peice of parchment. A smirk plastered to his mouth"Not in class, Potter?"
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HOW MANY - 1071
LISTENING TO - music?
LYRICS BY - green day - 21 guns
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Post by lydia on Jan 2, 2010 15:00:20 GMT -5
--- i can hear you screaming ,. [/color][/size][/font] ( I CANT HELP, I APOLOGISE )[/center]
Lilys family was rather well known for being great at quidditch. it was as if it ran through their blood. The only problem was Lily ended up being the opposite, and even if she only climbed onto her broom it shot of out of control. Maybe it was just the broom that seemed to hate her, she was well known for her epic fails with her broomstick. And well breaking several bones when her quidditch teacher forced her on. Since the summer she ended up refusing to have anything to do with her broom. Maybe it was just bad luck for miss potter.
Lily seemed to have plenty of bad luck, and well she was around to share it out. Clearly her life had taken the wrong turn and she'd ended up going down an path where she couldn't turn back. She was lost and too many people were trying to guide her onto seperate paths. Fifteen year old pregnant death eater. Wasn't that something new? And she was a Potter at that. The least expected one at that. No it was something completely new, and once the world found out that would be the end of her life. Bellatrix would loose all use for her and of course in the end she would end up being murdered by the woman.
Broken bones were'nt exactly what lily would call fun. Even playing quidditch was better than breaking bones, but since she'd landed into so much trouble, and so many fights with the wrong people, pain had become...the norm? sort of. She knew she would never be able to become used to pain, but at least it would harden her up. Or so that was what Jack had said to her.
The moment she heard a voice that pulled her out of her daze she scrunched up the parchment faster than you could say boo. class? i don't think so. since when was i known to be in history when most of its about my family anyway. who are you? she questioned.
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Post by jackb1993 on Jan 2, 2010 19:22:57 GMT -5
WHEN YOU'RE AT THE END OF THE ROAD & YOU LOST ALL SENSE OF CONTROL ,& your thoughts have taken their toll ,--------------------------------------------------------------------- Chris folded his arms across his chest, wincing silently at the twinge of pain from his renewed arm. Potter had a point though, what kind of kid would want to be stuck in a room studying about their family to an audience of roudy teenagers? Lilian Luna Potter was currently the first topic of school talk. She was a very pregnant, fifteen year old death eater. Rumours were spread almost instantly at the first mention of her pregnancy. She was probably going through alot. Chris almost forgot that. The smirk was cleared from his face.
"Chris McLaggen." He introduced himself with a wink. He already 'knew' Lily, no need to ask her name. She was probably fed up with hearing it anyway. It was crazy to think Lily was one of the most talked about students at Hogwarts at this time. Bellatrix Lestrange was at large in the wizarding world, after many years in hiding after a fake death. Then again, Lily was a death eater. The two could very well be in contact. Chris now realised how careful he must be with Potter.
"What'cha drawing?" Real smooth Chris.. He kicked himself in his mind, for being so.. well, down right idiotic. He'd just ran into a death eater whilst skipping class, and he's asking what shes drawing on a peice of parchment. For all he knew, it could be a plan or something.
He lifted his head higher, to peak over the parchment, seeing nothing but strange, random sketches, abstract from Chris's viewpoint. Nevertheless, they were pretty good. Very detailed at well proportioned- well whatever they were. Chris nodded, a smile on his face. Should he befriend a death eater?
His father used to tell him gruesome, horrid tales of the death eaters. The ones who used to follow He Who Must Not Be Named. Chris rarely said his name, it used to upset his father, since he lost alot of friends in the great war. As a result, Chris had been raised to refer him only as that. That monster didn't deserve a name. It sickened Chris to even think of him.
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HOW MANY - 518
LISTENING TO - music?
LYRICS BY - green day ; 21 guns
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Post by lydia on Jan 7, 2010 18:51:38 GMT -5
--- i can hear you screaming ,. [/color][/size][/font] ( I CANT HELP, I APOLOGISE )[/center]
Lily knew most of the history of the great war and death eaters, she was even one herself. Who wanted to sit and go over what they already knew? Certainly not lily. She had far more problems in her life, and rumours had spread like fire. All she had done was leave for two months. Told a few of her closest family members what was going on. For now she was denying everything. Even though the baby bump was begining to show only slightly. She was greatful for winter. The ability to throw on the layers and hide it all. She knew it wouldn't be long before she would be admitting everything. Fifteen and pregnant. God that was going to go down well.
He clearly already knew her, everyone knew her. She was number one on the gossip list, and well normally the one to begin fights. She was greatful for the few death eaters that were in the school that were said death eaters also. No one would truely believe it. After all, since when does the dark lord rise from the dead twenty years later? He doesn't end of story. Plus she was little miss innocent Potter. No one would have thought Lily becoming a death eater, let alone murderer, and those were secrets she kept, that she had to keep. She nodded to his introduction.
Her cool face soon dropped as she pulled out her wand and set the parchment alite. "Nothing, why are you standing here speaking to me." she through back clearly annoyed at the fact he had dare asked what she was doing. She hated it when people intruded into buisness that wasn't even respectfully theirs to know. It was nothing but a mere drawing then again she had no idea what he actually knew from the gossip.
She debated whether to walk away before she did something stupid. Few death eaters had already warned her to not kill someone in hogwarts. Last thing she needed was the ministry peeking over her shoulder, then there was psycotic bellatrix lestrange. There was too much trouble that she was already in between sides, she wasn't even sure who she was loyal too anymore. She was in the middle of the cross fire being pulled from both sides, and it wasnt good. She knew she would have to choose, and she feared what the consequences would be.
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