Seven Years Of Hellos and Goodbyes

First-year hellos

ALL RIGHTS GO TO J.K. ROWLING. I ONLY OWN THE PLOT

Chaos was the only word imaginable to describe what Lily Evans' morning had been like.  Between getting in a proper row with her sister, walking into a not-so-solid barrier wall, saying goodbye to her parents for what seemed like two years, and starting her first day at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, well, she was in a right fit. After muscling her way through the crowds, she finally got to the door of the train with five minutes left to spare. Perfect. 

She stepped onto the platform and grabbed her bags, heading into the train. All she could do was stop and, wide-eyed, marvel at the scene before her. Fizzing things she didn't know the name of whizzed by her head, the eldest wizards in groups shooting off sparks from their wands. Girls squealed and hugged, and a crowd of those wearing green and silver ties sat in the corner, a dark evil glittering in their eyes. Beyond them, in another cart, sat a boy with square spectacles and dark, raven hair that looked to be about her age, but no Severus. She sighed in frustration, cursing the deal they made to meet up on the train.

"Come on, Sev, where are you?" Lily muttered to herself. Not a second later, however, her attention was diverted by the bespectacled boy she had noticed earlier on who was laughing obnoxiously loud with another boy with long, soft-looking ebony hair and grey eyes. She had to say, he was quite the looker. He could have been a child model, in fact.

Muscling her way over to the boys, she tapped the modelesque one on the shoulder. 

"Yes?" 

"I was just wondering if you had seen a boy named Severus Snape anywhere nearby? Pale, freckled, dark eyes and hair, about ye high?" She lifted her hand three inches or so above her head.

"Unfortunately, I haven't," the other boy replied. "Although, I am more than worthy of your time if you'd like to sit down with us?" Excuse him?

"What, exactly, makes you worthy of my time? Because it sure as hell couldn't be because of your personality." And with that, she whirled around on her heel, leaving the compartment to find her friend.

After she had gone, the boy with glasses sighed and said,  "I'm going to marry that girl someday. Mark my words, that beautiful redhead is going to be my bride. After she realizes my awesomeness, of course."

"Mate, you don't even know her name."

"Oh, shut up!"

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Three hours later, after marveling at the magical candy, ("Sev, look! The frog moves! It moves!" "Yes, Lily, that's what they're known for. It's just a shame you got the Dumbledore card." "What?") riding the enchanted boats across the lake, ("Oh, Sev, these are the awful boys on the train I was telling you about. Hopefully they're not always that pretentious." "I don't doubt they will be." "Hey, I heard that!"), and waiting in that awfully claustrophobic room, ("Is the room getting smaller, or is it just me?") Lily needed some good sleep. 

"Aw, fuc-" Her cry of distress was cut short by an accidental shove to the back by a girl about her age, pushing her into a bedpost, both of those involved gaining some bruising and letting out light "ow"s. Not one to be shaken, however, she held her hand out in greeting to the short, dark-skinned, dark-eyed, and dark-haired girl, introducing herself as Lily, yes like the flower, and no, tulips were actually her favorite, not lilies. The girl introduced herself as Marlene, unlike any flower, and she, too, regarded tulips as prettier than lilies.  She met her other roommates, a girl named Hestia, olive-skinned with dark eyes and hair, who too liked tulips best, a blonde-haired blue-eyed natural beauty named Mary, who didn't have a strong opinion on flowers but "if a Killing Curse was aimed at me and I had to pick my favorite, then yeah, I'd go with tulips", and Alice, also in favor of tulips, who was fair-skinned, early on her curve development, and had light brown hair and green eyes. She immediately took a liking to all of the girls, and by the time 10 o'clock had rolled around, they had come up with nicknames for each other and were giggling and gossiping away like they hadn't just met each other three hours ago.

They decided, as a group, to check out the Common Area. As the girls trudged down the (unnecessarily) long staircase, they heard the raucous laughter of a group of boys, followed by a shout in a voice that made Lily immediately roll her eyes. He had been tormenting Sev for becoming a Slytherin during the one time Lily got to see him after the Sorting, and she was sick of him already, not knowing how or if she would survive being with him for seven more years. 

"Oh, man, look at that guy," Hestia whispered to the group, pointing at the one who Lily thought could be a model. "I'm gonna shag him by the sixth year, mark my words." She was met with a group of wide eyes, but Hest just laughed and muttered something about prudes and not getting any action.

"I think he's a right prick if you ask me." Lily even surprised herself with her outburst, and though what she said was true, she still felt bad the second it left her mouth.

"Hey, James!" The model boy yelled, and the bespectacled boy looked up, followed by a lanky boy with sandy hair and solemn eyes, a slightly overweight boy with mouse-like features accompanied by brown hair, and another boy with dark hair and eyes who was much quieter than the rest, more of an observer than the rest of the group seemed to be. "Isn't that your wifey over there?" and pointed directly at Lily, causing her to flush and curse her fair skin. Mary and Alice gave her a weird look, while Marlene groaned about how SHE called dibs on him already; Hestia nudged her to say something back. Instead, Lily raised up her right hand and flipped him off. How the hell am I supposed to have fun with these idiots around?

The boy with the glasses, who she was assuming was James, walked over to her. 

"Sorry about him, he's a bit of a wanker. My name is James. James Potter. And you are?"

"Not your wifey, that's for damn sure."