Wristbands | Sirius Black [1]

Chapter Thirty

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[Chapter Thirty: Wristbands]

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She was jealous, very jealous, but she couldn't say anything about it. Her two newest best friends were asked to the ball on the day it was announced while it was already a week. . . no, six days before the ball and her boyfriend had yet to ask. Did he lose interest in dating her? Did she take too long to realize how good of a guy he was, and only asked her to be his girlfriend out of pity when he realized she liked him back? Did he just not want to go to the ball with her?

      "Lily, you need to stop fretting," Marlene sighed as she watched her friends face contort into several different emotional stresses. "He's going to ask you sometime, he's probably waiting for the best moment to be all romantic and all that jazz."

        "B-But we've had plenty of romantic situations since the ball was announced," Lily said. "Like the time we stayed in the Quidditch pitch after grounds and he helped me ride his broom. Or the time we both slept together in the library!" She continued while counting her fingers off.

"Lily, you do not know how inappropriate those both just sounded right then," Marlene snickered, shaking her head to get the pictures of her best friend and best friends boyfriend doing the do' out of her head. "Never mind that, maybe he didn't believe those two moments suitable to ask you."

       "Maybe," Lily sighed, sitting back in her chair and running her fingers through her silky red hair. "I just wish it would happen already, I want to be able to say the both of us have a date. The other day some fifth year asked him to the ball, he said no, of course— don't give me that look! Yes, I know he would've said no, but—Marlene, you're not helping!"

"Sorry, sorry," Marlene laughed, amused by her best friend becoming flustered. Watching her friend get jealous was even better, it might sound horrible but Lily Evans never got jealous, she only got mad. So when she was both, it was like a solar eclipse—a once in a lifetime type of thing.

"Why are you laughing?" Lily whined, turning to her blonde best friend. When Marlene continued to laugh due to Lily's facial expressions, Lily began to panic even more. "Merlin's beard, I'm being dramatic right now, aren't I? James is never going to ask me if I continue bombarding him about it!"

"Okay one; yes, you are being very dramatic. You can top Black on the being the all-time drama queen," Marlene started, holding a finger up. She flipped another finger up and continued, "Secondly, you never even asked James about the ball or anything. The only times you two spoke about it was so you two could congratulate dog-boy, wolfy, Nutcracker girl, and midget-chick. He's not not going to ask you for supposedly bombarding him about it."