Lyall

The Potters In Diagon Alley: Part II

(A/N: warning that in this entire story we're going to keep switching POVs between the main characters, please don't get too confused, I'm going to make it easy for you guys to figure out whose POV it is)

Ever since he'd seen her picking out the heaviest books with the ease as though they weighed nothing, and her reading and reacting to their words as though they meant everything, he'd wanted to see the light dancing in her eyes again, to see her as happy as ever, but because of him. He'd wanted to be the reason she would be happy.

For no reason, whatsoever.

She had a small face, with dark brown hair and bangs over her eyes, which were a pretty ghostly green. Her cheeks, it seemed, were always tinted slightly red and she had a small nose with a long slender bridge. Her lips were pink, slightly chapped, and were full most of the time, except when she smiled or laughed, both were quite wide. When she smiles she gets a spare upper and bottom lip, and her big round doe-eyes crinkle and become tiny sparking slits. She was quite fit, but some would call her slightly skinny.

Every time his heart would leap because of her, he'd scold himself for being so overly emotional. The moment she'd locked eyes with him, he knew he'd have to distance himself from her at some point.

She was just too full of emotions. Too precious to break. Too... alive to be dead.

He might harm her, if she got too close.

It was as if he just knew, this was the girl he would be crushing on for the next seven years, this was the girl that he would genuinely care about, whether he showed it or not, no matter what it was, she was the one. Yet he had absolutely no reason to justify these feelings. He had no facts to explain all of this, nothing, just the fact that as soon as he'd seen her across the shop, he felt everything was right, he felt at peace. Because of this, he decided it would be better if the girl who made him feel this way would stay away from him and unharmed. 

All that was, until that Potter came along, with his overgrown hair and overrated last name. He told her it was time to go to the Apothecary and just nodded when she'd introduced Lyall to him.

He'd already gone to the Apothecary to get his supplies, so he couldn't beg his Mum to go there again. He could only hope to see her at Hogwarts because as of now, she'd already left.

He hadn't even asked her what year she was in.

He sighed as he put his glasses back on, remembering how he'd taken them off in the hopes to impress her. He recoiled at himself in disgust.

"What're you cringing for?" He turned to see his Mother standing some feet away.

He considered lying to her. That was not an option. He told her everything as they left the shop and headed for Madam Malkins, which was across from the Apothecary, and as the entirety of the display was made of glass, you could see through the display into almost the entire shop. When he finished, his Mother patted him on his back.

"Don't worry, dear, if she's worth it, you'll soon find out,"

He stepped onto Madam Malkin's pedestal, and now he could really see almost everything inside the shop. He watched from afar as Valerie and Potter parted ways, and she was found looking at the frog station when Adam Schreave came up to her.

Oh, no.

Lyall knew this boy. In fact, they had both known each other for quite a long time, they were friends. He was so very warm and friendly that Lyall felt he was a threat to him. He was the Apothecary's shopkeeper's son who'd be joining Hogwarts for his first year this year, with Lyall and Potter. Lyall thought he was a very kind and positive person.