Okay, so to show my love for the Jily ship I’ve decided to take part in the OTP Boot Camp Challenge by Gamma Orionis. I’ll write fifty Jily stories!!! True, some of them will just be one shots - but they’ll be fun to read for any Jily shippers.
The first prompt was Acrid meaning stinging, acidic, irritating and sharp. Read and review your thoughts!
“Lily, your potions grades are slipping whilst you work with Marlene, she’s dragging you down. I’m going to rethink the parings and try to get your grades back to O’s before the N.E.W.T.’s. At your usual standard A’s are not acceptable.” Professor Slughorn told me after an extremely tiring potions lesson on a Friday afternoon.
“Yes Professor, sorry Professor.” I blabbed as I hurried toward the door. My friends had headed down to the lake for a small Friday night celebration.
Outside the door waiting for me was none other than James Potter, I let out an exasperated sigh as I turned to face him. I did not like James Potter, he was a bully. He made it his job to humiliate me every day by asking me out as some sort of never ending dimwitted prank of his.
“Hey Lily-Pad.” He grinned as he said yet another stupid nickname for me.
“Potter.” I muttered.
Another fault of his was that he was always so cheerful and enthusiastic, so optimistic about everything.
“I just wondered if you’d like me to accompany you to the lake, as the marauders were invited to the party, I just thought I’d wait for you.” He announced.
“If you must.” I told him.
“But Lil- WHAT? You said yes. You didn’t reject me. You love me back! I KNEW THIS DAY WOULD COME!” He screams loud enough for the whole school to hear.
I shake my head in exasperation, it’s just a walk down to the lake.
“Calm down.” I chuckle. “ It’s not like I’ve just confessed my undying love for you or something. Just - let’s go. Okay?”
He nods.
“Y’know what Lily, the reason I’m so happy you’ve agreed to walk with me is, you’re just one step away from marrying me.” He tells me dramatically looking off into the distance.
I stop in my tracks. Careful not to take another step to marriage.
“It’s. Just. A. Walk. Look we’re nearly here.” I explain carefully.
“Tomayto, Tomahto.” He says.
I carry on walking toward the lake, I see Marlene, Dorcas and Alice - The girls in my dorm. As well as Sirius, Peter and Remus - three quarters of the marauders.
