I'll Take it Shaken, Not Stirred

Chapter 8- Heading Hogwarts

Origins of the Recipe: anything original is mine. Anything from canon is Ms. Rowling's.

A/N: I pay my own price for long chapters. It takes me forever to search through them, to see how much the characters know as of yet, and what I'm allowed to reveal! It's a pain in the ass. Stupid, Jewels.

Recap of last time: Stuff happens. Lily and James name-call and swear. A lot.

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"Humankind cannot stand very much reality." -T.S. Eliot

Elijah.

His name ran through Lily's head repeatedly, as she lie in bed Wednesday night (or was it Thursday morning?), completely unable to sleep. Elijah.

She'd thought about him more frequently than usual over the last week, and she had of yet been unable to discover why. She wrote to him twice, even though the second time she hadn't really had much to say, but she'd felt the need to write him. If it wasn't for her pride, which told her she would look pathetic if she sent him three owls in one week, before he'd replied to the first one, than she would've gotten up right that moment and scribbled up another note for him.

Elijah.

'I love him,' she thought silently, as she heard the grandfather clock in the corridor outside strike two. 'I love Elijah, and that's a good deal more than I've admitted for any other boyfriend I've ever had. I've almost always "liked" them, and wanted to be with them, but I've never actually loved them. But Elijah's different. He's funny and romantic, but not in the dull, mushy, predictable way- not in a chick-flick way. He's just sweet and romantic. Genuinely. Well, okay, he is a bit of a player sometimes, but he's just...'

Elijah.

She loved him.

What? was there a law against that now?

So she was in love with her boyfriend! So what?

Why did it sound so weird?

'I love Elijah.'

Maybe if she said it enough times in her head, it would sound less weird. Probably not, but it was worth a try. 'I love Elijah. I love Elijah. I love Elijah. I love Elijah. I love Elijah. I love Elijah. I love Elijah. I love Elijah. I love Elijah. I love Elijah. I love Elijah. I love Elijah. I love Elijah. I love Elijah. I love Elijah. I love Elijah. I love Elijah. I love Elijah. I love Elijah. I love Elijah. I love Elijah.'

Nope. Still sounded weird.

Lily rolled over in her bed, slipping her bare shoulder under the warmth of the thick blanket. She was annoyed with herself, and not just for wearing a sheer camisole to bed on a chilly night like that. She mentally shook herself.

Lily Evans loved Elijah Trent. End of story.

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"Transfiguration?"

"That essay."

"Oh right. Gotcha. Um... Potions?"