Post by Lily Evans on Mar 25, 2006 13:58:05 GMT -5
Full Name Lily Marie Evans
Nicknames: Lils, Lilikins, Evans, Mudblood (courtesy of Lucius Malfoy and other Slytherins)
Age/Birthday/Year: April 14th, 1960
House: Gryffindor
Death Eater?: Well, you know there was this one time.. Are you freakin’ insane!? Shame on you Kara, shame. Voldemort ends up killing her, James and tries to kill her son. How do I know this? I’m psychic. Want me to prove it? You’re brilliance is showing Kara..
Blood: Muggle.
Parents: Ginerva Hollow and Daniel Evans
Sex: Female
Appearance: (( See Avatar and siggy; specifics, see below. ))
Eye colour and shape: Brilliant emerald, almond shaped.
Hair colour and style: Crimson colored locks stream to the mid of her back. When she walks, it's almost like her hair is the flames in a fire. She magically straightens it, just because she feels that is the best look for her. The luster her hair possesses truly brings out that gorgeous complexion that James Potter so explicitly loves and adores. Not like she’s noticed or anything..
General: My, where to start? Lily, like most girls, wears a light amount of make-up, though she rarely needs it. She is actually to die for pretty.. beautiful even and the young mister Potter realizes it too. Sometimes it's almost uncanny that she's teasing him with her clothes, though she rarely realizes it until he's chasing after her. She doesn't understand that low cut tank tops, tube tops, mini-skirts and tight jeans means 'go' in the language of moronic men. For the most part, she just wears down-to-earth style clothing and most all of it is made by a muggle stylist. She's a more type 'Wal-mart' person, meaning the simpler, the better. Going ‘all out’ is reserved for special occasions, more so for dance events the school throws occasionally. She always takes her appearance in a professional manner, seeing as how she is far more mature than the “I wanna be a first year all my life” seventh girls who have little to no brains.
Personality:
Lily has always been one for books, not trouble much like four meager-eager young men in her year, who shall remain nameless. She takes pride in literature, always learning so much from them. She knows many people criticize her love for script, knowing in her mind she’d rather read facts than listen to rumors. She has never been the type to spread lies, gossip about her peers. She doesn’t fret about being exceptional in her studies and wears that nifty title (‘Brightest Witch of her Age’) that Horace Slughorn gave her with immense pride. He seems to admire her confidence in herself (which most envy), pinning her as someone who is rarely tense about certain situations, intimidated or sarcastic.
That’s something that changes when she is around Potter and Black. She loathes them with a deep passion that is entirely different than the deeply caring, good hearted girl she instinctively is on the inside. She just wants to be accepted by everyone, but.. But she knows that is not who she is, sad to say. She grew up in a world with the knowledge she has the option to just be herself, or live in the shadows of people who are all posers. She despises failing at anything she tries accomplishing (eventually doing) and recognizes being the same face in a crowd could lead her to doing just that. She’ll study and cram her brain for hours, even though there’s no examination for months, or even if there is none at all. This is just a trait that has become natural to her and, while some people find it unhealthy, she is actually revered by both teachers and students for working so hard.
She’s wondered what it might be like to have a boyfriend, having a normal, everyday style muggle relationship with a nice boy her age. She’s always thought herself just your average Jane of sorts, never lashing out irrationally like a bully, nor really fitting into any social area. She is just a young woman trying to find her way in the world, with or without Marauders stalking after her every minute of every year at this amazing school.
Speaking of four said mischief makers, she has her opinions about each one individually. Peter, however much or a tag along he can be, is the one who can make you laugh without even breaking a sweat. It’s easy to say the lump of a boy can plainly be misjudging of his friends, but it would seem to her that he likes living in the shadows of greatness (not like you’ll ever catch her admitting that Potter and Black are anything less than the scum that litters the floor of the Black Lake). Remus is a little more complex and, ever since she learned of his condition, has felt a deepening amount of sympathy for him. It must be very hectic to be a half blood (getting prejudice from both sides), but being a werewolf as well? She understands him being part muggle, herself having dealt with the hatreds of the so called ‘better half’ in the wizarding world for being let into Hogwarts. In secret (yes, hidden from James and Sirius even), she tries to find some kind of cure for the young man, any relief that might suffice him for awhile. Ever since she had been made an authority figure, she has tried to give him some sort of assistance to better his role as a prefect. Whether she knows it or not, she’s actually trying to mold young Mr. Lupin into the bright prefect she used to be (since she’s now head girl) and in due time have him catch his two betters in the act of doing harm.
Her attitude towards Black in simple and complete loathing, pondering the cold truth (or so it would seem) that the world might be better without him. From the first time she had met him, she knew he’d be a stubborn, egotistical prat like many boys were in her younger school days. If he no longer lived with his parents and if she didn’t know his history, she would definitely label him a momma’s boy, mainly because he acts like a spoiled br.. Wait, no that’s Lucius Malfoy.. Never mind.
James.. Supposedly caring, loving James Potter has always gotten under her skin. She holds contempt against him, deep hatred, loathing.. And yet.. There is always that nagging sensation of compassion floating around in her body. I guess you could call him the boy every girl is trying to save (if that makes any sense..), given the fact he is such a trouble maker and yes, even one of the crime goers. There’s something about him though that makes her want to be closer to him, delights her to see his face each day, forcing that persistent young man into her dreams.
Talents:
Academic: Lily has always had a flare for her classes, but the ones she simply excels within are Potions and Charms. Her wand, as a matter of fact, is quite suited for simple to extremely complex magic. Potions, although it really doesn’t come ordinary to her, fascinates the young Miss Evans. She likes finding little glitches in the brewed art, eventually cracking them like a top secret security code of a muggle prison. Solving things is not only fun, but actually quite entertaining and something to do when that unlikely chance to have spare time arises.
Social: She does have a life other than her books, clever, witty comments and that sort of thing. Lily, believe it or not, has always had a knack for making friends. She's confident, friendly and has a gentleness that is rarely matched by any other. She keeps her friends close, but her enemies closer. It's not for her own benifit (well, it might be since it's a great distraction to get Potter off her back) or anything.. Just because she can.
Weaknesses: Transfiguration. Making enemies, well..ok so she does have some. If she didn't, she wouldn't be human would she?
Childhood History:
Lily had always been treated with great care and courtesy by her parents, but she was not spoiled as her sister might express. She and her sister never did really get along once she was accepted into Hogwarts. In fact, the girl was thought quite crude and abnormal by her so called loving sister. Before Hogwarts, the two had actually gotten together quite well. In some ways Lily misses this relationship, but knows in her heart she will never sway her sister to accept her. This is rather sad yes, but moving on shall we? Her childhood had always been happy and she was perfectly fine with being a muggle, though some like the Slytherins do not accept her because of her blood. That in itself is sad, mainly because she is thought to be the brightest witch of her age. Her parents, both dentists, were very proud of their daughter. They have always known their little girl was destined for greatness, but they never knew how great that could be.
Prejudice. A word as ugly as most students that use it. Being a muggle born witch in a place that expects twice from those of non magical blood is the hardest thing a child of 11 can face. Lily, upon arriving at Hogwarts in her first year, could scarcely believe the many wonders that the school and the entire magical world possessed. She spent the greater part of that year walking around the castle in awe and throwing herself into her studies out of sheer fascination. She, unlike other children, had not been raised in a magical family and so everything just seemed so foreign and amazing to her.
Second year came and went without much to do or even think about. Her interest in her studies was fueled by the fact she was not of magical blood. She pushed herself to the limits of both physically and mentally. James and his band weren't helping either. They have plagued her with many taunting of her blood, but they have not been brave enough to call her a mudblood as of yet. The pressure she feels was lifted when Remus came up to her one day and offered his apologies to her for his friend's actions. She was so thrilled she ended up giving him a small kiss in thans on his cheek.
Third and fourth year.. My, my; what a time. This marked the beginning of a long time ''I hate you'' relationship between her and James. She and Sirius had never gotten on well, but now that she had taken to ignoring him too, he just forgot about her and went on doing what he did best: Act like a moron. Sometimes Lily portrays herself in a negative way to the troop, often flaunting herself just to be considered an equal in an imbalanced society.
Fifth and sixth.. oh joy.. This was the years that brought so much of the "I want to kill you'' towards the troop of dweebs known as the Marauders. Though she doesn't know exactly why they have such ridiculous nicknames, the smart Miss Prefect Evans has many suspicions. She sometimes sits for hours sketching them in different forms, just to see what they would look like as animals. It was apparent Sirius and Peter had their forms labeled to their ignorant foreheads.. Remus was abit more difficult, not as easily read as the books in which she so desperately clung. James.. well.. she couldn't even begin to imagine what he'd look like as an animal. That was just impossible and far too creepy..
Though it had always been a bit open, it was in her sixth year she learned James had something for her.. no not a dungbomb.. it was actual feelings...The non-sensitive James Potter actually felt things for other people? She could only stand back in awe as she watched him faun over her like a lovesick puppy going after a bone. She has but two words to tell him: Hell no.. or.. Does she?
Family History: Lily was born into a muggle family to the proud parents named Ginerva Hollow and Daniel Evans. She is the older sister to Petunia. (Don’t make me do any more.. Please)
Relationships: Must I? I mean, everyone knows this like the back of their hands by now. See personality for a bit on James, Sirius and all that lovey dovey dopey bunch.
What made them who they are today: Of course her parents, but to be quite honest, the person who made her who she is today is her sister. Petunia gave her a new outlook on life, let her see what something so innocent as going to school could do to a strong and seemingly unbreakable bond. Her missing this friendship devastates her, but at the same time makes her into a resilient young lady.
Sample post: (From Days of Future Past, conversation between Lucius and Lily)
Just as the sun hid behind a cloud, well, the cloud in the sky, Lily looked up. She loved the shade when the sun was covered, but suddenly it had brought a chill up her spine. She ignored it, continuing to slide the lotion along her tender, unblemished and smooth legs, legs James Potter had been after forever. He was after something he probably could have, if she wasn't so hard to get. His kind words blinded him if he thought she'd just say 'yes' right away. It was rather fun teasing him, though a couple of her friends thought her abit too 'friendly' for being such a tease. She couldn't help if she knew she was lovely, but that didn't matter now as she sat on the towel, rubbing the sweet smelling tanning lotion all over the parts she wanted kissed by the sun. This smell seemed to have a haunting way around boys, made them act insanely goofy around her. As the thought came into her mind, she simply rolled her brilliantly green eyes that always held more of a mystery about her. It was often wondered why she had such emerald orbs. Probably the only one who didn't have brown eyes other than her was her cousin Renee. Renee didn't have green, but bright blue eyes as deep as the ocean itself. Actually, most people in her distant family: aunts, uncles, cousins and people of that sort, had brown or hazel eyes. How Lily came to have green eyes was beyond her mother, father and even sister, who, like her parents, had brown eyes as dark as wet planting soil.
She frowned at the mental mention of her sister Petunia. Ever since she had gotten her letter to attend Hogwarts in her first year, Petunia had put herself behind a mask. She wouldn't let the kindness the red-haired wonder placed on the outside was not enough to penetrate the hard shell in which Petunia was encased. It saddened her: the thoughts that the girl had spoken, such vile words coming from the sister in which she'd give her life. Her younger sister and her had so many things in common before the letter came and now it seemed like they were strangers living under the same roof. Her parents, too, had noticed a change in their younger daughter. They tried to speak with Petunia, but there wasn't anything to convince her that Lily was any different. She had thrown tantrums whenever Lily had brought anything magic home. In fact, the girl had screamed bloody murder when Lily showed her sister the wand she obtained in Diagon Alley. What had happened to her to make her and Lily loose their sisterly bond of friendship? She had always had a certain mystery about her, but now Lily couldn't even talk to her for a few moments without Petunia yelling, screaming that her sister wasn't normal.
Sad to say, her sister had been right. She wasn't normal anymore. She was special because now she had a dream. Lily could remember receiving that letter of acceptance so many years ago, the day the friendship between her and her younger sister became no more..
It was a day like any other in the town of Surrey, London. Children were playing along the bare street beside the parked cars. There were birds tweeting about and people were laughing, conversing with one another. Mrs. Mabel was sitting on the porch swing with her grandson, reading a book to him. Old Mr. Sanderson was telling the neighborhood children one of his battle stories from the war. It was one of the ones Lily had heard many times with her sister while they played hopscotch with one another. Just then, Lily's mother came out onto the steps, standing there and calling her children up to the house. Lily smiled playfully, tagged her sister and ran into the house, the skirt she wore swishing around her knees. She came through the front door, her eyes filled with curiosity as her father sat in one of the seats at the kitchen table, her mother bent over what appeared to be a letter. The eleven year old girl came into the kitchen, her sister on her heels.
"You wanted to see us mother?" Petunia squieked with excitement, her brown eyes cast on the letter. Her mother came over, scooped the littlest girl up and carried her over to the table to sit down. Their father came over and did the same with Lily, setting her up on his knee so she could read the letter as well.
"Dear Miss Evans. We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry..”Lily didn't know what that meant as of yet, but she knew she had been accepted to a school that sounded fun. She smiled playfully and turned to look a Petunia, a frown forming from a smile.
Petunia sat there, positively glaring at her. It was clear she knew what that meant: her sister would be abandoning her to go to some fancy school, leaving her here alone for most of the year. She fought her mother's grasp and ran up the stairs of their two story home without a second glance behind her at the girl she didn't know, standing at the bottom of the steps..
Lily came out of her thoughts, unaware that someone was skulking behind her. She wiped a tear that dropped down her cheek, followed by a few more. She couldn't understand why Petunia was so against it at the time, but she soon had found out. Then, her younger sister didn't talk to her any more, not even a 'hello' or 'good-bye'. In fact, if she received anything at all, it was a glare that could kill. Lily gave a single sigh of sorrow as she drew her knees up to her chest to better reach her feet. The sun was back out now, the cloud slowly stretching towards the outer reaches of the endless sky. She watched with little interest as it crawled across the blue canvas, bits and pieces of it going away from their parent fluff ball. Yeah the thought was violently corny, to say the least, but the ridiculousness of the matter made a smile curve at her luscious red lips.
The sudden crunching of grass behind her made her question why anyone would want to join her on a hot day. Most students, especially Slytherins, were cooped up in the drafty castle. She wondered how that could be, seeing as how it could be hot enough to fry an egg on the cobblestone courtyard ground. She pushed the towel toward the tree, her upper body retreating to have some shade. The heat of the day was getting to her, because as she turned in her position she spotted the shadow sinister accomplisher Lucius Malfoy. He was the one who originally called her 'Mudblood' to begin with, along with other names. She hadn't expected him to come around her, muchless play stalker to tanning beauties. She shoved the thought aside and stood up, the bottle in her hand as she stood barefoot on the towel. Bits of water clung for dear life on her shoeless feet, not willing to give up so easily. It was known to her he hated her for nothing more than her blood. Types like that couldn't see past the blood that now boiled beneath her skin, a spitfire of sorts as she stood there. He couldn't see the kindness, or to her knowledge atleast. He couldn't see, or didn't want to, the pure good that her heart possessed. She always held her ground around him, but to her dismay, she had left her wand on the bedside table. Why did she always do that when she met up with him? He never played fair and would probably hex her, but it was nothing she couldn't fix with her skills in charm work.
Now was the comment of her having the smarts to have made herself tanned with a charm.. wait a minute.. did he just compliment her? Lily couldn't belive her ears, but it seemed to be purely true. Not in a million years would she have thought him to compliment her, much less even talk to her. She pushed a few strands of her flaming red hair behind her right ear, a bad habit she had developed when she was nervous. Why was she nervous? She never had been nervous when she was around him, so why start now? Even is he had his wand shoved in her throat would she be nervous in the slightest. She had nerves of steel and would prove one day mud bloods were just as magically inclined as purebloods. What made them so special? The fact most of them were pure brained idiots that couldn't tell handy downs from new? Ok so that was a bad analogy. She ignored the bit of blush that added to her already lightly blushed cheeks with her make-up. She was ready to battle if she needed to, even though her wand was upstairs in the Gryffindor girl's dormitory.
"That maybe Malfoy, but it just so happens I'm used to doing this the muggle way. Or how you would put it, mud blood way." Oh she hated that word. It almost made her afraid to speak it since it was first from the blonde that stood before her. Why was he taking so much concern in her life anyway? Didn't he hate her or something? That's the way of things she received from him anyways, but had her looks changed the male species so much she was actually considered alive now?
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Nicknames: Lils, Lilikins, Evans, Mudblood (courtesy of Lucius Malfoy and other Slytherins)
Age/Birthday/Year: April 14th, 1960
House: Gryffindor
Death Eater?: Well, you know there was this one time.. Are you freakin’ insane!? Shame on you Kara, shame. Voldemort ends up killing her, James and tries to kill her son. How do I know this? I’m psychic. Want me to prove it? You’re brilliance is showing Kara..
Blood: Muggle.
Parents: Ginerva Hollow and Daniel Evans
Sex: Female
Appearance: (( See Avatar and siggy; specifics, see below. ))
Eye colour and shape: Brilliant emerald, almond shaped.
Hair colour and style: Crimson colored locks stream to the mid of her back. When she walks, it's almost like her hair is the flames in a fire. She magically straightens it, just because she feels that is the best look for her. The luster her hair possesses truly brings out that gorgeous complexion that James Potter so explicitly loves and adores. Not like she’s noticed or anything..
General: My, where to start? Lily, like most girls, wears a light amount of make-up, though she rarely needs it. She is actually to die for pretty.. beautiful even and the young mister Potter realizes it too. Sometimes it's almost uncanny that she's teasing him with her clothes, though she rarely realizes it until he's chasing after her. She doesn't understand that low cut tank tops, tube tops, mini-skirts and tight jeans means 'go' in the language of moronic men. For the most part, she just wears down-to-earth style clothing and most all of it is made by a muggle stylist. She's a more type 'Wal-mart' person, meaning the simpler, the better. Going ‘all out’ is reserved for special occasions, more so for dance events the school throws occasionally. She always takes her appearance in a professional manner, seeing as how she is far more mature than the “I wanna be a first year all my life” seventh girls who have little to no brains.
Personality:
Lily has always been one for books, not trouble much like four meager-eager young men in her year, who shall remain nameless. She takes pride in literature, always learning so much from them. She knows many people criticize her love for script, knowing in her mind she’d rather read facts than listen to rumors. She has never been the type to spread lies, gossip about her peers. She doesn’t fret about being exceptional in her studies and wears that nifty title (‘Brightest Witch of her Age’) that Horace Slughorn gave her with immense pride. He seems to admire her confidence in herself (which most envy), pinning her as someone who is rarely tense about certain situations, intimidated or sarcastic.
That’s something that changes when she is around Potter and Black. She loathes them with a deep passion that is entirely different than the deeply caring, good hearted girl she instinctively is on the inside. She just wants to be accepted by everyone, but.. But she knows that is not who she is, sad to say. She grew up in a world with the knowledge she has the option to just be herself, or live in the shadows of people who are all posers. She despises failing at anything she tries accomplishing (eventually doing) and recognizes being the same face in a crowd could lead her to doing just that. She’ll study and cram her brain for hours, even though there’s no examination for months, or even if there is none at all. This is just a trait that has become natural to her and, while some people find it unhealthy, she is actually revered by both teachers and students for working so hard.
She’s wondered what it might be like to have a boyfriend, having a normal, everyday style muggle relationship with a nice boy her age. She’s always thought herself just your average Jane of sorts, never lashing out irrationally like a bully, nor really fitting into any social area. She is just a young woman trying to find her way in the world, with or without Marauders stalking after her every minute of every year at this amazing school.
Speaking of four said mischief makers, she has her opinions about each one individually. Peter, however much or a tag along he can be, is the one who can make you laugh without even breaking a sweat. It’s easy to say the lump of a boy can plainly be misjudging of his friends, but it would seem to her that he likes living in the shadows of greatness (not like you’ll ever catch her admitting that Potter and Black are anything less than the scum that litters the floor of the Black Lake). Remus is a little more complex and, ever since she learned of his condition, has felt a deepening amount of sympathy for him. It must be very hectic to be a half blood (getting prejudice from both sides), but being a werewolf as well? She understands him being part muggle, herself having dealt with the hatreds of the so called ‘better half’ in the wizarding world for being let into Hogwarts. In secret (yes, hidden from James and Sirius even), she tries to find some kind of cure for the young man, any relief that might suffice him for awhile. Ever since she had been made an authority figure, she has tried to give him some sort of assistance to better his role as a prefect. Whether she knows it or not, she’s actually trying to mold young Mr. Lupin into the bright prefect she used to be (since she’s now head girl) and in due time have him catch his two betters in the act of doing harm.
Her attitude towards Black in simple and complete loathing, pondering the cold truth (or so it would seem) that the world might be better without him. From the first time she had met him, she knew he’d be a stubborn, egotistical prat like many boys were in her younger school days. If he no longer lived with his parents and if she didn’t know his history, she would definitely label him a momma’s boy, mainly because he acts like a spoiled br.. Wait, no that’s Lucius Malfoy.. Never mind.
James.. Supposedly caring, loving James Potter has always gotten under her skin. She holds contempt against him, deep hatred, loathing.. And yet.. There is always that nagging sensation of compassion floating around in her body. I guess you could call him the boy every girl is trying to save (if that makes any sense..), given the fact he is such a trouble maker and yes, even one of the crime goers. There’s something about him though that makes her want to be closer to him, delights her to see his face each day, forcing that persistent young man into her dreams.
Talents:
Academic: Lily has always had a flare for her classes, but the ones she simply excels within are Potions and Charms. Her wand, as a matter of fact, is quite suited for simple to extremely complex magic. Potions, although it really doesn’t come ordinary to her, fascinates the young Miss Evans. She likes finding little glitches in the brewed art, eventually cracking them like a top secret security code of a muggle prison. Solving things is not only fun, but actually quite entertaining and something to do when that unlikely chance to have spare time arises.
Social: She does have a life other than her books, clever, witty comments and that sort of thing. Lily, believe it or not, has always had a knack for making friends. She's confident, friendly and has a gentleness that is rarely matched by any other. She keeps her friends close, but her enemies closer. It's not for her own benifit (well, it might be since it's a great distraction to get Potter off her back) or anything.. Just because she can.
Weaknesses: Transfiguration. Making enemies, well..ok so she does have some. If she didn't, she wouldn't be human would she?
Childhood History:
Lily had always been treated with great care and courtesy by her parents, but she was not spoiled as her sister might express. She and her sister never did really get along once she was accepted into Hogwarts. In fact, the girl was thought quite crude and abnormal by her so called loving sister. Before Hogwarts, the two had actually gotten together quite well. In some ways Lily misses this relationship, but knows in her heart she will never sway her sister to accept her. This is rather sad yes, but moving on shall we? Her childhood had always been happy and she was perfectly fine with being a muggle, though some like the Slytherins do not accept her because of her blood. That in itself is sad, mainly because she is thought to be the brightest witch of her age. Her parents, both dentists, were very proud of their daughter. They have always known their little girl was destined for greatness, but they never knew how great that could be.
Prejudice. A word as ugly as most students that use it. Being a muggle born witch in a place that expects twice from those of non magical blood is the hardest thing a child of 11 can face. Lily, upon arriving at Hogwarts in her first year, could scarcely believe the many wonders that the school and the entire magical world possessed. She spent the greater part of that year walking around the castle in awe and throwing herself into her studies out of sheer fascination. She, unlike other children, had not been raised in a magical family and so everything just seemed so foreign and amazing to her.
Second year came and went without much to do or even think about. Her interest in her studies was fueled by the fact she was not of magical blood. She pushed herself to the limits of both physically and mentally. James and his band weren't helping either. They have plagued her with many taunting of her blood, but they have not been brave enough to call her a mudblood as of yet. The pressure she feels was lifted when Remus came up to her one day and offered his apologies to her for his friend's actions. She was so thrilled she ended up giving him a small kiss in thans on his cheek.
Third and fourth year.. My, my; what a time. This marked the beginning of a long time ''I hate you'' relationship between her and James. She and Sirius had never gotten on well, but now that she had taken to ignoring him too, he just forgot about her and went on doing what he did best: Act like a moron. Sometimes Lily portrays herself in a negative way to the troop, often flaunting herself just to be considered an equal in an imbalanced society.
Fifth and sixth.. oh joy.. This was the years that brought so much of the "I want to kill you'' towards the troop of dweebs known as the Marauders. Though she doesn't know exactly why they have such ridiculous nicknames, the smart Miss Prefect Evans has many suspicions. She sometimes sits for hours sketching them in different forms, just to see what they would look like as animals. It was apparent Sirius and Peter had their forms labeled to their ignorant foreheads.. Remus was abit more difficult, not as easily read as the books in which she so desperately clung. James.. well.. she couldn't even begin to imagine what he'd look like as an animal. That was just impossible and far too creepy..
Though it had always been a bit open, it was in her sixth year she learned James had something for her.. no not a dungbomb.. it was actual feelings...The non-sensitive James Potter actually felt things for other people? She could only stand back in awe as she watched him faun over her like a lovesick puppy going after a bone. She has but two words to tell him: Hell no.. or.. Does she?
Family History: Lily was born into a muggle family to the proud parents named Ginerva Hollow and Daniel Evans. She is the older sister to Petunia. (Don’t make me do any more.. Please)
Relationships: Must I? I mean, everyone knows this like the back of their hands by now. See personality for a bit on James, Sirius and all that lovey dovey dopey bunch.
What made them who they are today: Of course her parents, but to be quite honest, the person who made her who she is today is her sister. Petunia gave her a new outlook on life, let her see what something so innocent as going to school could do to a strong and seemingly unbreakable bond. Her missing this friendship devastates her, but at the same time makes her into a resilient young lady.
Sample post: (From Days of Future Past, conversation between Lucius and Lily)
Just as the sun hid behind a cloud, well, the cloud in the sky, Lily looked up. She loved the shade when the sun was covered, but suddenly it had brought a chill up her spine. She ignored it, continuing to slide the lotion along her tender, unblemished and smooth legs, legs James Potter had been after forever. He was after something he probably could have, if she wasn't so hard to get. His kind words blinded him if he thought she'd just say 'yes' right away. It was rather fun teasing him, though a couple of her friends thought her abit too 'friendly' for being such a tease. She couldn't help if she knew she was lovely, but that didn't matter now as she sat on the towel, rubbing the sweet smelling tanning lotion all over the parts she wanted kissed by the sun. This smell seemed to have a haunting way around boys, made them act insanely goofy around her. As the thought came into her mind, she simply rolled her brilliantly green eyes that always held more of a mystery about her. It was often wondered why she had such emerald orbs. Probably the only one who didn't have brown eyes other than her was her cousin Renee. Renee didn't have green, but bright blue eyes as deep as the ocean itself. Actually, most people in her distant family: aunts, uncles, cousins and people of that sort, had brown or hazel eyes. How Lily came to have green eyes was beyond her mother, father and even sister, who, like her parents, had brown eyes as dark as wet planting soil.
She frowned at the mental mention of her sister Petunia. Ever since she had gotten her letter to attend Hogwarts in her first year, Petunia had put herself behind a mask. She wouldn't let the kindness the red-haired wonder placed on the outside was not enough to penetrate the hard shell in which Petunia was encased. It saddened her: the thoughts that the girl had spoken, such vile words coming from the sister in which she'd give her life. Her younger sister and her had so many things in common before the letter came and now it seemed like they were strangers living under the same roof. Her parents, too, had noticed a change in their younger daughter. They tried to speak with Petunia, but there wasn't anything to convince her that Lily was any different. She had thrown tantrums whenever Lily had brought anything magic home. In fact, the girl had screamed bloody murder when Lily showed her sister the wand she obtained in Diagon Alley. What had happened to her to make her and Lily loose their sisterly bond of friendship? She had always had a certain mystery about her, but now Lily couldn't even talk to her for a few moments without Petunia yelling, screaming that her sister wasn't normal.
Sad to say, her sister had been right. She wasn't normal anymore. She was special because now she had a dream. Lily could remember receiving that letter of acceptance so many years ago, the day the friendship between her and her younger sister became no more..
It was a day like any other in the town of Surrey, London. Children were playing along the bare street beside the parked cars. There were birds tweeting about and people were laughing, conversing with one another. Mrs. Mabel was sitting on the porch swing with her grandson, reading a book to him. Old Mr. Sanderson was telling the neighborhood children one of his battle stories from the war. It was one of the ones Lily had heard many times with her sister while they played hopscotch with one another. Just then, Lily's mother came out onto the steps, standing there and calling her children up to the house. Lily smiled playfully, tagged her sister and ran into the house, the skirt she wore swishing around her knees. She came through the front door, her eyes filled with curiosity as her father sat in one of the seats at the kitchen table, her mother bent over what appeared to be a letter. The eleven year old girl came into the kitchen, her sister on her heels.
"You wanted to see us mother?" Petunia squieked with excitement, her brown eyes cast on the letter. Her mother came over, scooped the littlest girl up and carried her over to the table to sit down. Their father came over and did the same with Lily, setting her up on his knee so she could read the letter as well.
"Dear Miss Evans. We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry..”Lily didn't know what that meant as of yet, but she knew she had been accepted to a school that sounded fun. She smiled playfully and turned to look a Petunia, a frown forming from a smile.
Petunia sat there, positively glaring at her. It was clear she knew what that meant: her sister would be abandoning her to go to some fancy school, leaving her here alone for most of the year. She fought her mother's grasp and ran up the stairs of their two story home without a second glance behind her at the girl she didn't know, standing at the bottom of the steps..
Lily came out of her thoughts, unaware that someone was skulking behind her. She wiped a tear that dropped down her cheek, followed by a few more. She couldn't understand why Petunia was so against it at the time, but she soon had found out. Then, her younger sister didn't talk to her any more, not even a 'hello' or 'good-bye'. In fact, if she received anything at all, it was a glare that could kill. Lily gave a single sigh of sorrow as she drew her knees up to her chest to better reach her feet. The sun was back out now, the cloud slowly stretching towards the outer reaches of the endless sky. She watched with little interest as it crawled across the blue canvas, bits and pieces of it going away from their parent fluff ball. Yeah the thought was violently corny, to say the least, but the ridiculousness of the matter made a smile curve at her luscious red lips.
The sudden crunching of grass behind her made her question why anyone would want to join her on a hot day. Most students, especially Slytherins, were cooped up in the drafty castle. She wondered how that could be, seeing as how it could be hot enough to fry an egg on the cobblestone courtyard ground. She pushed the towel toward the tree, her upper body retreating to have some shade. The heat of the day was getting to her, because as she turned in her position she spotted the shadow sinister accomplisher Lucius Malfoy. He was the one who originally called her 'Mudblood' to begin with, along with other names. She hadn't expected him to come around her, muchless play stalker to tanning beauties. She shoved the thought aside and stood up, the bottle in her hand as she stood barefoot on the towel. Bits of water clung for dear life on her shoeless feet, not willing to give up so easily. It was known to her he hated her for nothing more than her blood. Types like that couldn't see past the blood that now boiled beneath her skin, a spitfire of sorts as she stood there. He couldn't see the kindness, or to her knowledge atleast. He couldn't see, or didn't want to, the pure good that her heart possessed. She always held her ground around him, but to her dismay, she had left her wand on the bedside table. Why did she always do that when she met up with him? He never played fair and would probably hex her, but it was nothing she couldn't fix with her skills in charm work.
Now was the comment of her having the smarts to have made herself tanned with a charm.. wait a minute.. did he just compliment her? Lily couldn't belive her ears, but it seemed to be purely true. Not in a million years would she have thought him to compliment her, much less even talk to her. She pushed a few strands of her flaming red hair behind her right ear, a bad habit she had developed when she was nervous. Why was she nervous? She never had been nervous when she was around him, so why start now? Even is he had his wand shoved in her throat would she be nervous in the slightest. She had nerves of steel and would prove one day mud bloods were just as magically inclined as purebloods. What made them so special? The fact most of them were pure brained idiots that couldn't tell handy downs from new? Ok so that was a bad analogy. She ignored the bit of blush that added to her already lightly blushed cheeks with her make-up. She was ready to battle if she needed to, even though her wand was upstairs in the Gryffindor girl's dormitory.
"That maybe Malfoy, but it just so happens I'm used to doing this the muggle way. Or how you would put it, mud blood way." Oh she hated that word. It almost made her afraid to speak it since it was first from the blonde that stood before her. Why was he taking so much concern in her life anyway? Didn't he hate her or something? That's the way of things she received from him anyways, but had her looks changed the male species so much she was actually considered alive now?
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