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Post by Lily Potter on Apr 9, 2008 11:49:10 GMT -5
Oh. my god. This class was enough to bore anyone into a coma. Why was History of Magic needed in the first place? It had already happened, nothing anyone could do to change it. So why learn it? That's how Lily Potter felt about the class anyways. She was sure there was an occasional brainy student who would enjoy the class. But how they could stay away with the ghost Professor Binns teaching, she could not and would not ever understand. She looked up at the clock at the front of the room. If it was possible, she swore that time slowed down even more in this class. She'd look up at the clock every few minutes and it would look like it had moved a centimeter. It was like the clock was taunting her. As if it was thinking "Ha ha, look at you. You're stuck in a horribly boring class, and I'll keep you here forever. Mwahahaha." She wasn't exaggerating either.
Lily lifted her head and stared around the room. There was absolutely no one awake. Not even the brainiest kid in class was awake today. Now, when you can put a brain to sleep, you know you're doing something wrong. Professor Binns' slow, drawn out voice crept through the classroom as if he were the sandman come to put everyone to sleep. Lily groaned and put her head on the table. She lifted it a little and let it drop on the table. Maybe if she gave herself a concussion she'd stay awake. No such luck. After doing that the third time, she received nothing but a headache. Lily glared at the table and sighed, pulling her parchment to her and began doodling on it with her quill.
Riiiiiiing.
Lily nearly screamed in relief as the bell signaling the end of class sounded. She threw all of her belongings in her bag and swung it over her shoulder, dashing out of the room. Thank god it was over. She walked through the corridors, debating what to do. She had a free period now, and it was such a nice day outside. Lily adjusted her bag on her shoulder and then walked towards the Entrance Hall. She'd go sit outside for awhile. Maybe the sun would be able to wake her up enough from the dreadful lesson on the Goblin Wars. Goblins. Who in their right mind cared about Goblins?!
Lily opened the door to the brightly lit grounds, a smile forming on her face. Ah, sun, glorious sun. She stepped outside, allowing the door to slam behind her as she descended the stairs to the grounds. Her feet hit the soft, vibrant green grass and she paused for a minute to take in her surroundings. There were a few first years outside throwing food to the Giant Squid who was lazily picking it up with it's tentacles. Lily snickered and continued to scan the grounds, her cobalt eyes hoping to see a familiar face. She groaned in irritation when she saw none. What was the point in having a free period if she couldn't hang out with her friends?
Her feet carried her towards the beautiful willow tree placed near the edge of the lake. It was her favorite place to sit whenever she was outside. It was nice and shady, preventing any chance of getting a sunburn or getting too heated. She smiled and sat down, the grass tickling whatever skin lay exposed from the school uniform. Where was everyone? It was highly unusual for Lily not to see any of her friends. Her brother, Colter, never missed the chance to come outside and cause trouble, and if they weren't out right now that usually meant they were in detention. Even being annoyed by Aren would be good at this point! Lily sighed to herself and closed her eyes. If she couldn't find anyone to keep her company, she might as well take a nap.
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Post by Aren Creevey on Apr 10, 2008 18:56:14 GMT -5
-couldn't resist- -snick-
“Valerian roots, Jeremy, not the-”
A puff of smoke drifted out of the caldron as Aren sighed.
“-stems.”
The extremely tall boy’s head fell as he began to clean up the mess that had started out to be a nearly perfect Draught of the Living Death. This was the second time today that Jeremy had mistook the discarded valerian stems as the roots need for the draught the both of them were supposed to have done by the end of the class. It was a relatively easy thing to concoct really, just a bit of asphodel in an infusion of wormwood, valerian roots, and sopophorous beans. No biggie, but Jeremy just couldn’t get it right, which was possibly the very reason why Professor Potentia had paired Aren with Jeremy in the first place. Really, he was pretty dang good with potions.
“I’m sorry, Aren, I just get so confused sometimes.”
Aren shrugged and began the draught a third time, and hopefully with valerian roots instead of the stems.
[insert potion making here]
When the blue steam had cleared from the caldron, Aren smiled. The perfectly made Draught of Living Death was crystal clear and, thankfully, they had finished it before class ended. Jeremy just stood there, his mouth agape in surprise, as Professor Potentia walked by and nodded in approval. Hopefully with this made, Jeremy would get his passing grade and he wouldn’t need him as a partner anymore so Aren could get back to his seventh year independent research assignment on the love potion Amortentia. He was trying to rid it of its characteristic mother-of-pearl sheen without tampering with the effect of the potion itself, which was turning out to be much more difficult than he or Potentia had anticipated.
Riiiiiiing
They really did finish in the nick of time. Aren waved to a very appreciative Jeremy and left him to clean up the table seeing how Aren made the entire draught himself the third time around, not risking Jeremy mistaking valerian stems for valerian roots again.
Walking out into the crowded hallway, and sighed as he walked up the stairs. The only downfall to having a three-period block of potions was that he was never sure if it was a nice day or and bitter one until he rose out of the dim dungeon and arrived at ground level. Looking out a nearby window when he reached the top of the stairs, he smiled. It looked to be the most perfect day outside.
Once outside the massive doors that were propped open because of the fabulous weather, Aren took a deep breath and made his way to the glistening lake. But by the lake, a dark head caught his attention: Lily Potter. God, that girl just got on his nerves. She was so . . . grr! It probably didn’t help that they were betrothed. Not. Cool.
“Potter.” He snorted.
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Post by Lily Potter on Apr 11, 2008 1:19:07 GMT -5
You'd be surprised how easily one could fall asleep out on the grounds. What, with the first years running around screaming, the constant sound of girls gossiping. Oh yeah, someone could definitely get a full night's worth of sleep out here during a free period. Ha, right, note the complete sarcasm. Lily groaned, quite irritated that she couldn't get even a bit of rest outside. Ms. Potter hardly ever got to have a good night's sleep. There was either mischief to be made or she was too terrified of the recurring nightmares she'd been having. They only came at night though. Never during the day.
"Potter."
Hearing her name, Lily opened one eye to see who it was. She groaned at the site of the boy before her. She should have recognized that dreadfully annoying voice anywhere. Aren Creevy. Her betrothed. She couldn't stand the boy. She used to be able to think he was quite amusing. That was until she learned her parents had arranged for her marriage to him. Then she lost every ounce of friendliness towards him. Now he was just the rock always stuck in her shoe that she'd never be rid of. Damn betrothals. Lily hated them. One thing she couldn't deny about the Creevey boy, however, was that he certainly wasn't lacking in the looks department.
"Creevey."
Lily greeted him with the same resentment he seemed to show for her. She brought this on herself it seemed. She just had to go and say his company would be better than none. Stupid, stupid, Lily. She reprimanded herself in her thoughts. Just had to go and mention Aren's name. She quickly lost all drowsiness in her body. There was absolutely no way she was going to sleep with that pest around her. Lily didn't know what he'd do if he thought he'd get away with pranking her and nor did she care to find out. She ran a hand through her dark curls and closed her eyes for a second. When she opened them she looked towards where Creevey had been standing.
"Dammit!" Lily huffed. "I was hoping this was just a nightmare and you weren't really there."
[-dies- Short.]
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Post by Aren Creevey on Apr 11, 2008 20:41:42 GMT -5
As her name left his lips, Aren frowned at the sour taste left in his mouth. Honestly, he didn’t think she was all that bad when they first met, but when their parents announced that they were betrothed, everything changed. Of course he was upset about this fact, but he would’ve found some way to work things out if she hadn’t been such a bitter girl about the whole thing. She was more childish then he was, and that was really saying something. That Potter girl just opened one eye and groaned when she saw it was him. How rude.
”Creevey.”
He could easily hear the disgust in her voice. Little brat. Maybe he was going to be civil to her for once, and he she was looking at him like a pile of useless, and disgusting, shit. Okay, well, he wasn’t planning on be nice to that thing that was supposed to be a girl, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t try to be civil either. If they were going to get married, the least she could do was smile once in a while. Ugh.
Watching her shut her eyes tightly and huffed when she opened them again like that was going to make him disappear or something. Hahaha. Yeah right. He had all the time in the world to bother her and he didn’t plan on running off because she closed her eyes and wished it. Maybe if she clicked her heals three times while wearing ruby slippers, but that wasn’t going to happen so she might as well just deal with it.
"Dammit! I was hoping this was just a nightmare and you weren't really there.”
Him? A nightmare? What a good idea. He’d have to look in his potions book on that subject.
“Hardly,” he rolled his eyes at her and crossed his arms over his chest. “But you are, seeing how you are in my favorite spot. Why don’t you just fly off and chat with what ever friends you might still have in that squawky voice of yours.”
Aren grinned and made a face at her quickly as he shifted his weight to his other leg. Why she was in his favorite spot, he didn’t know (or care), but she had to leave. After three hours in the dungeons, he deserved to have this spot much more than her. Besides, she distracted him from the beauty of the lake. That was something that really bothered him no matter what he told himself; she was definitely attractive. Probably the only thing she had going for her.
“Well?”
[-snick- no worries, mine isn't any better]
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Post by Lily Potter on Apr 11, 2008 21:11:00 GMT -5
His spot? Ha! Lily had sat in this spot anytime she had a free period since first year. But, perhaps he had done the same thing too. Maybe they just never noticed the other sitting in the same vicinity. Lily didn't really know, nor did she really care. She was exhausted from her lack of sleep for the past week and from the stupid History class. She really didn't need to be pestered by her betrothed at the moment. Well, she didn't need or want to be pestered by him ever, but that was unavoidable. Lily inwardly growled at that thought.
"I don't see why I should have to move," She said, turning her attention to the lake. "The tree is big enough for more than one person."
Lily glanced back to where Aren stood, catching the face he made at her. She stuck her tongue out at him in return before looking back at the lake. She didn't like Aren being this close to her. It wasn't necessarily the fact that he was near her that bothered her, it was the fact that she was going to be forced to marry him. That's what really drove her nuts. The idea of a fairytale romance where Lily was swept off her feet had always been what she wanted. The kind of romance where she considered the boy to be her very own Prince Charming. But thanks to her parents, that would never happen.
"Just sit down, Aren." Lily said with an exasperated sigh.
She was too tired to come up with a witty remark. Lily rubbed at her eyes, trying to wipe whatever traces of exhaustion from them away. It was to no avail and she knew that. Those damn bags wouldn't go away no matter what she did. She'd even had her mum send her a potion to try and get rid of them. Still hadn't helped. Lily leaned her head back against the tree trunk, closing her eyes as she did so. Her thoughts went to Aren. Lily supposed that if she hadn't been arranged to him, she might have been a bit nicer. Who knows, she might have even developed a liking to him.
Lily could remember her pleading for her parents to not marry her off. But her father insisted. Dennis Creevey's brother Colin had been a friend of Harry's during school, and Colin had lost his life during the battle at Hogwarts. Harry only thought it fitting to have his only daughter marry his fallen friend's nephew. Lily opened her eye to look at Aren for a split second. He was attractive, she had to give him that. That fact bothered her greatly. It'd be much easier for her to resent being betrothed to someone if they were ugly. But the fact that Aren wasn't ugly made it very hard for her to hate him. She could be childish towards him all she wanted, but she could never hate him.
"You look like you haven't seen sunlight in days," Lily mused, raising a brow at Aren's pale appearance. "Not sick are you?"
Well, she was kind of civil. Asking after someone's health could be considered civil, right? Lily sighed to herself. Perhaps she could be civil today. Couldn't really do any harm, she didn't think, anyways. If she was to spend the rest of her life married to him, she may as well at least try to be nice. Knowing Aren though, her civility wouldn't last long.
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Post by Aren Creevey on Apr 11, 2008 21:47:52 GMT -5
"I don't see why I should have to move, the tree is big enough for more than one person."
Aren almost laughed when she caught him making a face and stuck her tongue out at him, but bit his lips lest she see it as a peace offering. But share the beautiful shade under the tree by the lake with her? Pretty risky business. There were sure to be some battle wounds if he did, and not all of them hers. Lily was pretty cleaver when it came down to it, and sometimes her comebacks were so good that he was left wounded and speechless. Although, she didn’t look like she was up to a verbal spat, childish or otherwise. In fact, she looked exhausted.
“Just sit down, Aren.”
In surprise, he obeyed and stretched his legs out in front of him. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if she was tired. Glancing over at her, the corners of his mouth turned up a bit. She was a very beautiful girl, and quite witty as well. Maybe if they weren’t being forced at each other, they could’ve been friends. Hell, something could’ve actually happened between them in the alternate world where these stupid betrothals didn’t exist. The day his father told him that he was engaged without his consent was, in his opinion, was the first day of his torture. He had spent the entire day pacing in his room, thinking of ways where he might be able the get out of the commitment his father placed him in, but failed. Every time he approached his father with a solution, he was shot down with a simple phrase.
“This is Harry Potter’s daughter, Harry Potter’s,” his father would say, “ The Boy Who Lived’s daughter, and the daughter of the man your uncle died fighting for, and we are honored that he chose our son to marry his daughter.”
Aren would march back up to his room and repeat the process over again. That was all he did for a week. For an entire week, he thought of solutions doomed to fail, ate little, slept little, and talked to his friends only when needed. It was a miserable week, and the first week he had been truly unhappy.
Glancing at Lily again, he caught her looking at him for a split second before she closed her eye. Aren pretended he saw nothing and leaned back to lay on the grass propped up on his elbows. The only think about this entire engagement that kept him from going completely crazy, was that it was Lily Potter he was betrothed to. If it had been an stupid, ugly girl, he could’ve run off and not cared a bit or wondered a bit what could’ve been. However, he would be leaving behind a very smart and a very beautiful girl. Not the smartest thing to do, even if they didn’t like each other.
"You look like you haven't seen sunlight in days. Not sick are you?"
Was that her attempt at being civil? Aren sighed inwardly and stuck out his tongue.
“I spend three hours a day in the dungeons in potions. Not to mention the time I go down there to experiment outside of class.”
He grinned.
“I also heard of this weird new thing everyone’s trying that I think you should try. It’s called sleep.” Aren closed his eyes and rested his head on his hands as he stretched out on the grass beside her. “You know, I could make you a potion to help with your little, problem.”
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Post by Lily Potter on Apr 11, 2008 22:23:48 GMT -5
Lily was quite surprised when Aren listened and sat down next to her. She quirked a brow, but decided against commenting. They were being somewhat civil to each other and had yet to really argue. Perhaps it hadn't been such a bad idea for her to suggest sharing the tree. Lily smiled inwardly. This free period wasn't turning out as bad as she'd thought it would. Lily brought her knees up to her face and set her chin on top of them, her eyes looking out at the lake. The wind stirred the grass around the tree causing a comforting breeze. Lily smiled at the feeling. She loved being outside on days like this.
“I spend three hours a day in the dungeons in potions. Not to mention the time I go down there to experiment outside of class.”
Lily stared wide eyed at him. Three hours of potions? She visibly cringed at the idea. Lily was terrible with potions. Ever since first year, Lily had just barely managed to pass her potions classes. She'd always needed help with them. From what she could remember her father telling her, he had sucked at potions as well. Lily and her father obviously hadn't received the gene that made Lily's namesake a good potion maker. Lily remembered the last time she'd tried to make a potion by herself and it wasn't a pretty memory. It'd ended with her robe stained a horrible shade of puce.
"Ew," Lily grimaced at the thought. "I'd die with three hours of potions. Not my strong suit."
Defense Against the Dark Arts. That was Lily's best subject. Always had been. She was a very clever girl, especially when it came to that class. It wasn't a secret either; Lily had been known to use spells she learned in the class against the people who pissed her off or seemed a threat to anyone she cared about. The subject was incredibly fascinating to her. She could remember looking at her father's old defense books even before she'd started at Hogwarts. Just the thought of being able to use defensive spells to protect people sent a rush of adrenaline to her veins. As long as she could remember, that's what Lily had dreamed of doing. Protecting people with the spells she learned. An Auror, just like her father.
“I also heard of this weird new thing everyone’s trying that I think you should try. It’s called sleep.” Aren closed his eyes and rested his head on his hands as he stretched out on the grass beside her. “You know, I could make you a potion to help with your little, problem.”
Lily brushed her hair away from her face and looked towards Aren. He was actually offering to help her? Ok, today was definitely turning out differently than she'd expected. It must have been pretty obvious she needed some kind of help with her sleeping patterns. She didn't think a potion would rid her of the nightmares that plagued her sleep though. Lily sighed and hugged her knees, resting her cheek on them as she spoke.
"Funny Aren," Lily said with a weary smile. "I don't think there's a potion to rid one of nightmares. Thank you for the offer though."
She offered a small smile, something she rarely ever did to Aren. Wow, who knew Lily was capable of being nice to the Creevey kid?
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Post by Aren Creevey on Apr 11, 2008 22:57:09 GMT -5
Aren chuckled as she cringed when he mentioned his potions schedule. Almost everyone did that at least once when they found out what he actually did.
"Ew! I'd die with three hours of potions. Not my strong suit."
Feeling a twinge of pride, Aren closed his eyes and sighed. Potions was the only subject he actually enjoyed that he was good at. His gift for potions definitely didn’t come from his father, and his mother had a way with cooking but not with potions. Aren liked to think he was just good because he was himself, no because of anyone else, and his family line proved it. Potions just came naturally to him, it was simple logic. Well, if moonstone helped with emotional balance, then why wouldn’t if be an ingredient in the Draught of Peace?
"Funny Aren," Lily said with a weary smile. "I don't think there's a potion to rid one of nightmares. Thank you for the offer though."
Speaking of the Draught of Peace…
“Not yet there isn’t.” He grinned. “But I am very good at altering potions. That’s what I work on every day down there. At the moment, I’m trying to change the properties of the love potion Amortentia. More work then I thought, but I’m sure I could figure something out for nightmares.”
What was he doing? Creating a potion like that would be just a difficult as getting rid of that sheen on Amortentia. Plus, why would he waste time on that type of potion when he should be working on the alterations for Amortentia and why would he even if he had time? It was for Potter. Maybe it was his ego talking. He was the best potions student at the school at the moment, and maybe he wanted to point that out. To whom? Potter? What the hell. Point. Less.
His thoughts stopped as Lily offered up a small smile. Was she being, nice? The Potter girl being nice to him? Something was seriously wrong. She needed sleep. Bad. She was normal when she had sleep, and he wouldn’t feel bad for her if she had enough sleep so she could come up with witty comments like she was supposed to instead of this nice smiling. Although, she did have a nice smile…
Aren felt his eyes wander to her mouth and wondered . . . nothing. Maybe he had been spending too much time near all those fumes in the dungeon. Yeah, that was it. The fumes from the Draught of Living Death gone wrong because Jeremy had mixed up the ingredients was getting to him.
“Mixing ingredients...” he mumbled, “What if I mixed the Draught of Peace with the Draught of Living Death? The Draught of Peace clams emotion distress, which was what a nightmare was when you sleep, and the Draught of Living Death guarantees deep sleep when made correctly. But I’d obviously have to alter the quantities of both, and possibly add a few more to make it cohesive…but it could work. Yes, it could be possible to create a potion to rid one of nightmares...”
Aren trailed off from his thought process, and blinked as he looked over at Lily Potter. Yes, he could make that, and then she would go back to her normal, immature, bickering self.
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Post by Lily Potter on Apr 11, 2008 23:18:45 GMT -5
“Not yet there isn’t.” He grinned. “But I am very good at altering potions. That’s what I work on every day down there. At the moment, I’m trying to change the properties of the love potion Amortentia. More work then I though, but I’m sure I could figure something out for nightmares.”
Amortentia? Lily remembered the name of the potion from one of the potions lectures. She could vaguely remember Professor Potentia giving the class a lecture on just how hard the potion was to make. She could also remember herself thinking she'd never be able to do that. And when she told Professor Potentia she was a crackpot old fool for thinking they should attempt to make it, she landed herself a week in detention. Lily snickered at the memory. About the only good one she had from that class.
"I thought it was pretty dangerous to try altering potions?" Lily questioned. "You could get really injured..."
Wait a minute. Had Lily really just had a worried thought about Aren? It had completely slipped out, but she couldn't deny she'd said it. And she never said something she didn't mean. Sure Aren was annoying, but she didn't want to see him injured from a potion gone wrong. Lily didn't know why, but that thought sent fear through her veins. That definitely was creepy. Lily shrugged it off and cleared her throat, hoping he hadn't caught her last statement.
Lily watched Aren out of the corner of her eye and noticed he was staring. She forced a blush not to creep up to her cheeks. She didn't know why, but when he was staring, it made her feel very... insecure? Lily hardly ever felt that way when someone was looking at her. What the hell was wrong with her today? She was being nice to Aren Creevey! The person who'd bothered her every chance he ever had, just as she'd done to him. It was her lack of sleep. Yeah, she'd blame it on that. Once she had more sleep she'd be back to her witty self.
“Mixing ingredients...” he mumbled, “What if I mixed the Draught of Peace with the Draught of Living Death? The Draught of Peace calmed emotion distress, which was what a nightmare was when you sleep, and the Draught of Living Death guaranteed deep sleep when made correctly. But I’d obviously have to alter the quantities of both, and possibly add a few more to make it cohesive…but it could work. Yes, it could be possible to create a potion to rid one of nightmares...”
Lily turned to look at him, a slight look of awe on her face. Potions was what was making it hard for her to have her dream job. She would never be able to rattle off things like Aren did about Potions. About Defense Against the Dark Arts, definitely. Ask her anything about a dark spell, she'd be able to tell you exactly what spell and how to do said spell at the drop of a hat. Asking her how to make a potion? May as well be throwing her into a den of lions. It'd be easier to fend off a hungry lion than make a potion. To her, anyways.
"Sounds like an awful lot of work.." Lily scrunched her nose. "I'm sure you have better things to do. Like that Amortentia stuff."
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Post by Aren Creevey on Apr 11, 2008 23:52:25 GMT -5
"I thought it was pretty dangerous to try altering potions?" Lily questioned. "You could get really injured..."
Aren raised an eyebrow. Did Lily Potter just show some concern for his safety? No. He must had misheard her, for Lily would never say that to him. She must have said she hoped he would get hurt. She probably thought it’d serve him right. But, Aren could’ve swore she was worried about him. Stupid potions fumes were really getting to him.
“Sometimes,” he smiled, “but only if you don’t know what you are doing. I mean, how do you think we got the potions we use commonly now?”
Aren laughed a bit before sighing quietly. No matter what he said to other people, potions scared him. Maybe it was because he knew that one little mistake or one miscalculation could be devastating when working with the more complicated potions. Like when he was working with that blasted love potion last week and added a few too many thawed Ashwinder eggs at the wrong time. He ended up in the hospital wing for two days. However, that was a stupid mistake. He had altered the ingredient in two ways by using thawed eggs instead of the frozen ones and by using more than suggested in the first place.
But if he did alter the two draughts, he would have to be much more careful. Asphodel was not the kindest plant to work with, being associated with the underworld and afterlife and all. In fact, it was the one reason he would have to let it sit in a boil-bath for at least four to five hours before infusing it into the wormwood so that it would mix well with the powdered moonstone. Or he could try infusing the powdered moonstone into the wormwood as well as the boiled asphodel.
Aren blinked and chucked at the look of awe on Lily Potter’s face. That was a giant ego booster, although, she wasn’t quite normal at the moment so it wasn’t quite as big of a ego booster.
"Sounds like an awful lot of work.." Lily scrunched her nose. "I'm sure you have better things to do. Like that Amortentia stuff."
And he did have better things to do . . .
“Its no problem. Actually, I could use a break from that blasted Amortentia.” His own nose scrunched, “That smell can get to you after awhile. It’s the perfect smell since once of its properties is to change scents to match the one the drinker would find most appealing, but even that gets old.”
He shrugged.
“Maybe you could even help me with both the draught mixture and the Amortentia project I’m working on. It always help to have new opinions from people that have never seen the process I am going through before…”
What the hell did he just say?!
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Post by Lily Potter on Apr 12, 2008 1:03:04 GMT -5
“Sometimes,” he smiled, “but only if you don’t know what you are doing. I mean, how do you think we got the potions we use commonly now?”
Lily guessed that Aren was right. But then again, he could say anything about Potions and she'd probably guess it was right. She seriously sucked at Potions. Lily ran a hand through her ebony curls, her eyes darting towards the laughter coming from the lake. She smiled at the sight before her; first years laughing and running after each other. They were playing the muggle game of tag. Lily had seen it played by the muggles in Godric's Hollow when she was a child. Lily turned her attention back to Aren.
"Well, you potion makers are braver than I am," Lily smirked. "I'll stick to my defense against the dark arts."
Lily was having a hard time comprehending what was going on. She and Aren were sitting together. They weren't arguing. And they were... getting along? That hadn't happened since before their betrothal had been announced to them. Lily fell back onto the grass, stretching out her body and trying to get comfortable. She could feel the grass blades beneath her fingers and she smiled. For some reason, the grass at Hogwarts seemed to be much softer. Odd. Lily grinned to herself at the random thought that had slipped into her mind.
“Its no problem. Actually, I could use a break from that blasted Amortentia.” His own nose scrunched, “That smell can get to you after awhile. It’s the perfect smell since once of its properties is to change scents to match the one the drinker would find most appealing, but even that gets old."
Lily let out a small chuckle at that. A scent that was only appealing to the drinker could get old? Hm, learn something new everyday. Ms. Potter turned onto her side and rested her head in the palm on her hand, propped up by her elbow.
“Maybe you could even help me with both the draught mixture and the Amortentia project I’m working on. It always help to have new opinions from people that have never seen the process I am going through before…”
Lily's eyes widened at that. Surely he was joking? She hadn't been kidding when she said her potion making skills were horrible. He had potions three times a day. Professor Potentia had to have mentioned to him how bad Lily was during that class. There was no way in hell she'd be able to make such a complicated potion as either the Draught of Living Death or the Draught of Peace. Lily quirked an eyebrow. And since when did Aren Creevey ever want to do anything with Lily?
"You're kidding right?" Lily questioned. "I wasn't kidding when I said I'm horrible at potions. Do you really want my help?"
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Post by Aren Creevey on Apr 12, 2008 10:16:50 GMT -5
"Well, you potion makers are braver than I am," Lily smirked. "I'll stick to my defense against the dark arts."
Aren had never thought about that before, but she had a point. In some ways, making potions could be a very dangerous profession, but then again, with defense against the dark arts was a terribly dangerous profession as well. As much as he like defense against the dark arts, he didn’t have the skills to survive in it professionally. As Aren watched Lily stretch out on the grass beside him, a small smile came to his lips.
No. He banished the thought before it even had time to become a coherent thought and not just a feeling. Stretched out on the grass beside him was Lily Potter, and they were talking like they were, friends. There was no bickering, no making faces, no childish remarks, just friendly conversation. On top of all the weirdness, he had just offered up part of his time, and by part, he meant a lot of it, to a girl he didn’t like so he could make her a potion to help with her nightmares. What the hell.
Wait. Did he seriously ask for her help on the potions? Lily Potter’s help in the only place he could be rid of her? No, no, he must have imagined that. Aren Creevey would never ask for help in potions from another student, let alone a student who didn’t like him and who was terrible at potions. Yeah, he’d heard the Potter stories from Professor Portentia. Lily had apparently called Portentia a crackpot old fool for thinking they could make something when Lily obviously thought it was too hard.
"You're kidding right?" Lily questioned. "I wasn't kidding when I said I'm horrible at potions. Do you really want my help?"
He didn’t imagine saying that. Shit. Aren risked a glance over at her and felt his face flush. Lily was laying on her side with her head propped up on her hand looking at him. Damn, she really was beautiful . . .
“Erm,” Aren coughed and felt the tips of his ears redden as well, “If you don’t want to that’s fine.”
Why was he suddenly shy around girls? This wasn’t even a real girl, it was Lily Potter . . . but she sure as hell looked like a girl. Aren glanced over at her again. Definitely a girl alright.
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Post by Lily Potter on Apr 13, 2008 15:13:05 GMT -5
This was way too weird. First, Lily was actually being nice to Aren. That never happened. Ever. Second, Aren had asked her to do something with him. Something she knew he usually loved to do by himself because the dungeons are a very quiet place. Perfect to escape to when you're trying to avoid someone or you just want peace and quiet. How in the world had this managed to happen? Lily could just hear her parents' reaction if they saw this.
"Oh, Lily! I told you he wasn't so bad." Her mother would say. And then her father would give that cheeky little grin of his and nod and say, "Now that wasn't so bad was it Pumpkin?" And Lily would just groan and try to ignore them. She sighed to herself. She was getting frustrated with herself and her thoughts. Why the hell was she being so nice to Aren? Lily usually let him see just how annoyed she could get with him. But, she had to admit, it was nice not to have the childish banter...
“Erm,” Aren coughed and felt the tips of his ears redden as well, “If you don’t want to that’s fine.”
Lily bit her lip out of nerves. Now he thought she didn't want to help him. She really didn't want him to think that. Wait. Since when did she really care what Aren thought? Lily was feeling insecure and shy. She absolutely loathed that feeling. She really wished she could have as much confidence as she'd heard her grandpa James had when he'd been her age. Lily looked up at Aren before speaking.
"It's not that I don't want to, cause I do," Lily stammered and felt her face flushing. "I just really suck. I don't want to ruin what you've been working on so hard."
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Post by Aren Creevey on Apr 13, 2008 19:02:45 GMT -5
Something was definitely wrong with the both of them, and it had to be more than lack of sleep and potions fumes. But what could it possibly be? Both Lily and he had accepted the fact that if they were forced to marry, it would be very uncomfortable for the both of them, but, for some reason they were getting along very well now. Must be a magic tree. That had to be it; they were sitting under a magic tree that made people get along. Yep. A magic tree.
Who was he kidding; they were getting along because, hell, if they weren’t betrothed, they would’ve been getting along just fine. But they were betrothed. Their parents were forcing them to spend the rest of their lives together, and probably have some kids or something, and neither of them liked that. Sure, he was sure that when their parents got wind of this meeting under ‘the magic tree’, they’d be absolutely ecstatic, and then his live would be a living hell. His father would send letters, asking how Lily was today. Then they’d ask for her to come over for one of the short breaks, and by the time Christmas hit, their families would be together at every moment.
Hell no.
However when he looked over at Lily to make a slightly rude comment, he suddenly became speechless as she bit her lower lip. Holy shit, that was hot. He couldn’t just insult her any more to make himself fell better about the betrothal now, not with her looking like that.
"It's not that I don't want to, cause I do," Lily stammered and felt her face flushing. "I just really suck. I don't want to ruin what you've been working on so hard."
Aren caught himself smiling in spite of himself, and sat up.
“You wouldn’t be making anything, it would just be nice to have some other opinions on the way I am doing things. A first year caught one when I accidentally stirred clockwise instead of counter clockwise when he looked at my book.” Aren blushed and looked away from her. “Plus, maybe you could help me test some things.”
Test some things? What the hell was he thinking? He was working on the strongest love potion know to the wizarding world and a possibly very dangerous combination of already dangerous potions. Looking at Lily, he blushed again as he thought about the love potion and ran his hand through his hair nervously.
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Post by GTREHYT on Dec 17, 2008 20:14:17 GMT -5
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