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Post by lily on Jun 11, 2011 8:54:46 GMT -5
It was getting fairly late...or rather it was late by the time Lily realized that once again she'd let herself get carried away by her studies. She cursed quietly as already some girls were coming up to bed, the lights of the room dimmer as she found herself using her wand to attempt to have something to see by as she searched under buried scrolls for what she needed.
"Ah-hah!" She triumphantly whispered, holding up a tiny scroll. A letter home that she'd written two days ago. Lily tried to send one home once a month, just give an update about school, or things she needed, or simply just to confirm that she'd made it through another month with all her limbs intact. It gave her a feeling of normalcy to do this, but she always tried to get it home on the weekends as her parents would be home to actually let the poor owl in. Which meant with the typical way the owl's lfew she's had to get it out tonight if the letter was going to reach them by breakfast.
Slipping out of her curtained bed she pulled on a pair of jeans over the night slip she wore as after another year now the thing fell to just below mid-thigh and was not suited for wandering the castle in if caught. Tucking the letter away into her jeans pocket with her wands she padded downstairs to the common room. With the weekend here kids were either studying, sleeping, or goofing around in the commons room. Some were finally just coming back from later classes, or the library, and few hungry ones from dinner. The Prefect didn't care so much to get stopped or followed tonight as she circled around the large room trying her best not to get noticed as she exited the portrait. She waited outside a few seconds to make sure she hadn't been spied leaving. Technically it was time for everyone to be in their Houses, and wandering around was frowned upon, but in her six years she'd learned to do it well enough so as not to get caught.
Not breaking any rules really if she didn't get caught, or at least that was what she was trying to convince herself of. Mischief was the last thing on her mind...she was no Potter or Black.
Outside the halls were quiet as she padded towards the owlery. It was a warm night, nothing too bad as she looked out at the waning moon climbing higher to the tower. It must have been cleaned as when she opened the door all she could smell was clean straw, a few owls still lingered, or were beginning to make a mess of the room once again with their new meals they'd caught, but several looked up and stopped at her entrance. With a smile she went to the end of a line of owls where a small gray and brown owl chirped softly as she reached out to stroke her feathers. This was a school owl, but since Lily had used her in her first year she was probably the fastest one, and she didn't terrify her parents as she was more cute then just a fluttering thing with claws and a sharp beak.
Really she did still feel bad for the owl that got a good whack with a broom the first time it had rolled in from the chimney of their house. Though it had given her a Sev a good laugh several times over dinner as each time she told the story her mother's description of the terrifying bird would keep getting more and more monstrous.
Giving it the letter the murmured softly to it as she stroked it's head, "Now take this straight to Spinners...and remember, tap on the kitchen window and don't go down the chimney or else Mum will yell about her carpets again with all the ash. Try to get it there before noon or everyone will have left for the market." She giggled softly as the owl, in almost a cat like way rubbed against her hand as she picked it up and took her to the window before letting her go. Mum and dad would probably send something back, some candy, a few books she really wanted. She missed them sometimes, but she wouldn't trade Hogwarts for anything as she leaned against the window in the darkened tower and watched the owl disappear over the horizon.
She should get back, but the Prefect liked the break from studying....maybe with a little luck she could sneak to the Prefect bath and relax a little before bed. With the weekend there would be plenty of time for sleep and studying later... |
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Post by seriouslysirius on Jun 12, 2011 14:37:25 GMT -5
hey it's alright my life has never been a bed of roses this way's better for me i don't care to live the life I've chosen anyway! anyway! yeah...[/color]
hey it's alright my life has always been a sad emotion.
don't feel sorry for me feeling sorry has been my last devotion
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Sirius was dying for a smoke. He wanted a cigarette so bad, all his nervous system itched for some nicotine. Ever since his fifth year, when he had been adopted by the Potters as their new son, Sirius had taken on a rather bad muggle habit. It was all James fault - he was the one to have introduced Sirius to cigarettes and the intoxicating effect of nicotine.
Sirius wanted to just smoke now, but he couldn't do that in the Gryffindor common room. Not where he was currently sitting with the other three marauders, and especially note with Remus and his large nose. Remus hated it whenever Sirius smoked, he would go on and on endlessly on the bad effect of nicotine, and he would go on scolding Sirius till he put him off his cigarette and made him chuck it at his friend's head. Also, Remus's nose seemed to be installed with a radar for cigarette smell, even if Sirius showered, put on perfume, or tried to magic the smell away, Remus would still detect the smell somehow. James was no better than Remus, he too commented that Sirius should quit smoking, but wasn't as persistent.
Sirius eyed his friends from his seat. James and Remus were pouring over spell books that contained spells, looking for helpful indications they needed for the next step in the development of the map. Remus had four books in his lap, which he was cross-referencing, James was flipping quickly through a very thick volume, Peter was eating Bertie Botts beans, and Sirius was sitting, no hanging upside down on an arm chair in their little circle, bored out of his friggin mind - he was stealing jelly beans from Peter's box, and chucking them at Remus and James in turn, aiming to get them in the front of their robes. Now if they were girls, and had boobs, that might have actually been interesting. But they weren't girls, and it wasn't interesting.
"Gaah, this is boring" Sirius kicked on the armchair, like a turtle flailling on its back, till he turned around and was with his head up properly and feet down on the floor. "That's it, I'm off to the owlery, need to send a letter to uncle Alphard." he said, coming up with the first good excuse that popped in his mind. It wasn't a lie either, Sirius hadn't sent a letter to his uncle in so long that it was high time he did. Uncle Alphard was one of the few family member that Sirius didn't totally hate from all the family of Black and sometimes held a little correspondence.
Sirius snatched a quill from James's lap, and got out of the Gryffindor Common Room. Yeah, that's right, Sirius didn't even have a letter. He just searched his pockets, found a piece of crumpled parchment in his pockets, tapped it with his wand and managed to magic it into looking like a bigger piece of parchment, and less creased. Liking the result, he started scribbling a letter on his way down to the owlery, realizing his handwriting was looking like a beetle had taken a crap on the paper, Sirius resolved to continuing the letter when he arrived at the owlery.
When he stepped outside in the fresh night air, Sirius let out a relieved sigh, and fetched his packet of cigarettes from his pockets. Hey, he did have quite the resource stocked in there. Sirius lit his cigarette by a light tap of his wand, and just took a long drag of ihis cigarette before exhaling a gray cloud of smoke into the night. Peace and nicotine, at last. Walking for the owlery, Sirius continued to smoke his cigarette.
Standing outside the owlery, with his cigarette caught between his lips, Sirius scribbled the letter quickly against the wall. Did six lines and a sign-off count as a letter? Well they better did, for Sirius stuck the quill in his pocket, rolled the small scroll of parchment and walked into the owlery ready to look for an owl to deliver his letter.
His boots crunched over the fresh straw littering the owlery floor. Sirius's brows connected a little, expecting to be hit full on in the face with the smell of bird and bird droppings - but he wasn't. Ah, that always was a nice change.He scanned the room for his favorite owl, a big black owl, and his attention was caught by the only figure standing amidst all the birds. She had very bright red hair that was hard to miss. "Oh, looks like someone's not so goody two shoes, after all" said Sirius, walking up behind Lilly Evans, waving a little the roll of parchment at Lilly and bringing his other hand to his lips, to take a drag from his cigarette. "Out after curfew huh, tsk tsk Ms.Evans, I didn't think you were the sort"
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hey it's alright my life has never been a bed of roses this way's better for me i don't care to live the life I've chosen anyway! anyway! yeah...
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hey it's alright my life has always been a sad emotion.
don't feel sorry for me feeling sorry has been my last devotion
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STATUS : COMPLETED!
FEATURING : LILLY AND SIRIUS
WORD COUNT : 819
NOTES : FINALLY, ITS FINISHED!
LYRICS : BED OF ROSES - MINDLESS SELF INDULGENCE
CREDIT : MADE BY ESSE
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Post by lily on Jun 14, 2011 8:28:01 GMT -5
It was fairly late on a Friday night, and while she knew Petunia would probably be out on some group date having or having not convinced father to borrow the car for it so she could impress the boys she wondered what mum and dad were up to. She knew sometimes they would stay up late in the parlor...just curled up reading or watching the telly. If mom would let him he'd light up his pipe, the beat up ebony body looking more brown then black now. Mum didn't like the smell but Lily did.
She'd never smoke as the one time she'd sneaked a puff when they were little had made her so sick to her stomach that mum had kept her home thinking her ill with a virus of some sort. It had the warmest smell to it, a little bitter like tea leaves with marks of cloves and mint. It stuck to Da's clothes when he went out to do so, no amount of cologne could cover it. She chuckled softly thinking about how mum's nose would wrinkle up but she'd still always kiss him after and then go to bed....
She didn't really figure out why she was thinking so much about it until she realized she could smell it. Tobacco...
It was funny to see some wizards or witches smoking, but Lily hadn't seen many with the habit as she leaned out the window a bit looking to see if she could spy the source of the smell. The breeze was cool, and the slip provided little protection for her arms and chest as it caught on soft satin.
Maybe it has all been in her imagination, just tired and--
"Oh, looks like someone's not so goody two shoes, after all."
Her body visibly tensed at the voice, it startled her quite well. She knew that voice though as she whipped around, hand going to her wand as she pulled it from her pocket. There was no need to make light as the stars and sliver of moon provided enough....the wand was for protection...in case certain people decided that she was a target for pranks or punishment. She stared at Sirius as he waved a little, the glowing ember of a cigarette hanging from his lips. Whereas Potter annoyed her, Black was almost worse. She still could remember the day of sorting when they were all first years, when she first realized that she and Severus wouldn't be together like they'd hope...
A seat had been offered and it had been one of the boys on the train, one of them, the group that had found their amusement picking on Sev before they even knew where he'd be sorted. She met those eyes and looked at the seat on the bench before turning her back and going down several more spots to sit with a few girls who she had become good acquaintances with over the years. That boy had been Sirius Black, and now as the action in the past seemed so childish Lily still found reasons every year to not strike up some friendship with him.
"Black...I wish I could say I was surprised to see you breaking curfew as well, but sadly if you were to actually follow any of the rules you might give even Dumbledore a heart attack." She replied, not sharply, she wasn't in the mood to fight, didn't feel like doing the work as she sighed and crossed her arms over her body slowly, wand still in hand. She doubted he'd do anything to her for being out so late, so she just sighed and ran a hand through the hair that feel into her eyes.
"I had a great need to send off a letter before the morning. I'm surprised you have anyone you even want to write to." She motioned to the parchment in his hands, wondering who in the Black family he was corresponding with. Some part of her dislike for him coming from the others in the Black family. Somewhere inside of Black she worried he was like some of the other Purebloods in his family. That scared her, that made her keep her distance at times knowing the names she'd heard herself and others liked her called come from the mouths of other Blacks.
"Here I would think you'd be out with your mate Potter. Did you lose him?" She teased gently, shuffling the straw with the toe of her canvas shoe, watching the other to see if maybe he was up to no good and not what he actually appeared to be doing. |
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