Lily
Today was a good day. Today was a great day. I could even go as far as to say that today was an incredible day. Today, I had absolutely no classes due to the fact that there was a teacher's and head meeting that I would not be attending. Today, I would have the first meeting with The Order of The Phoenix.
I was slightly terrified. I was going to die, and there was probably nothing I could do about it, but this would at least help. I was also insanely excited. The prospect of seeing James again was so overpowering, that I almost could forget about the tiny sliver of me that was afraid. Almost.
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I'm sitting in the common room sketching, partly because I'm hoping James or Sirius will walk in, and also partly because Alice Longbottom and Alicia Smith are gossiping in my dorm room, and it's annoying to the point that I want to yank out all of my ginger hair.
I'm sketching Tinkerbell. Not a lot of wizard folk know about her, she's mostly a strictly muggle thing, and she's not really accurate, (most pixies don't look half as human as she does) but I've grown up with her all my life. She was the sassy little devil that taught me not to stand for anyone's crap, and for that, I know I'll never be able to thank her.
I've been told I'm good at drawing. The least I can say is that I can pull together a halfway decent sketch in a couple of minutes, and I can be fairly happy with how it turns out.
I lace the lines over one another, slowly piecing together a tiny person crossing her little arms, her small eyebrows knotted together in anger (or is it simply stubbornness?) and her bright cartoon eyes shimmering amongst the glimmering pixie dust floating about her head.
"Wow," I hear a deep, smooth voice whisper over my shoulder. The voice is unfamiliar, so I look up to recognize the figure.
It's a boy I've never seen before. He's not ugly, but he's not particularly handsome either, nothing at all in comparison to James... If I had never laid eyes upon a boy as attractive as James, I suppose I could call him nice-looking. His eyes are a soft chocolately brown, and he has a dusting of cinnamon-like freckles across his nose and cheeks. His tie is undone, and his shirt is rolled up around his arms.
Why is it that I've been comparing boys to James lately? It's not like I'm his girlfriend...
I smile at him, not knowing how to respond to him. The boy smiles back.
He seems friendly enough, I wonder why I haven't seen him around before.
"I'm Jacob. Jacob Green," he says softly. If I didn't know better, I would almost say he 'liked' me by the way he was looking at me, it was a little intense and slightly creepy. My green eyes dart to his chocolate ones.
"I'm Lily Evans," I respond casually, "Nice to meet you."
I'll be cordial. I'll be friendly. But until he stops looking at me like that, Bloody hell, we're strictly formal.
"So you like to draw?" he asks. He gestures to the spot next to me on the couch, "Can I... can I sit here?"
Oh God. Here we go.
I nod, answering both his questions with the motion. His eyes light up, and he seats himself next to me, a little too close for my liking, so I scoot over a little. I'm not rude about it, and I sure as hell hope I don't hurt his feelings (after all, he is a perfect stranger, and I have no right to judge him based on how he was looking at me).
Neither of us speak for a moment. He clears his throat, and casually paces his arm across the top of the couch. Whether this gesture is supposed to draw us closer together, or if it's just a thoughtless motion, I cannot tell.
