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Posted: Nov 20 2013, 12:26 PM
15 YEARS OLD . 51 POINTS
lily IS Offline
but my head's filling up fast with the wicked games, up in flames how can i fuck with the fun again, when i'm known and my boys trip me up with their heads again, loving them everything's cool when we're all in line for the throne
alexina graham. fifteen. gryffindor.
waddiwasithe last of the three, a girl. finally, your mother sighed as she took you in her arms and kissed your rosie cheeks. her hair showered over yours; the same. both a lovely shade of red. as your father walked in he could not speak but pet your soft head with love.
time passed and at only the age of two a spell came from your mouth just as you laughed at the image of her father playing peekaboo.
the entire room went into slow motion as the pictures from the wall fell in one swoop, the pictures from the fridge and the handles from the cabinets.
your father regretting doing that 'do it yourself' project on the handles immediately as the kitchen fell apart in a mere matter of seconds. he put his hand to his forehead and looked at your mother with a smile on his face that only happens when a child speaks their first spell... accidentally.
pride was swelling in the room and you continued on saying the word to entertain the world around you.
ferulaat only the age of six you were handed your first broom. it was no toy broom like your peers, but a miniature broom that your father had bought for you and your brothers. james could barely sit still, he was finally seven, albus at six and you at five. the three of you were about to learn how to fly and your mother thought it to be way too young.
you looked at it the instrument of magic with curiousity and a glimmer in your eye. the chance to do something new brought you to a new level of excitement, as did most things at this age.
he told you to put your hand over it, and you did as you said the word after him; "up!". he broom shot into your hand and you watched as it did in james’s too. you wondered if you could talk to magical brooms in the way you could talk to your pet cat, ruby. suddenly you were immersed in a conversation that made your father have to beg for your attention with a laugh on his lips. you watched as he mounted and flew off, showed you how to hover in the place and move to different direction. you were more interested in talking to your broom, but albus was studying father with more intent, so you decided to follow suit.
suddenly you were told to mount the broom, and you did. you flew into the air like water and glided through it with such ease that your father actually stopped talking to james about the next quidditch they would see.
when he watched you fly through the air and around the quidditch field he had built in the yard his chest filled pride.
you were much more used to seeing him disappointed with you and praising your brothers for their many accomplishments. albus with the tutor or james on his sportsmanship; you were the troublemaker and felt something new in his pride and attention towards you.
so you flew, and he coached you that night. you and james, while albus kept inside with mother. reading, probably. yet, you knew if you decided to play wizards chess instead of fly, the incident would have never happened.
you flew a little too close to the moon, too high and too fast. your father cheered you on but your broom wasn't quite in control with high speeds. you fell, holding onto your broom at first only until it yanked from your hands and dropped you with the force of gravity four meters from the ground. rocks entered the wound you gained on the way down and you were inside as your father carried you inside immediately.
that was not the last time your mother would stitch you up with a little ferula spell. your wounds were numerous from bruises to scrapes as your father pushed you and james into the sport with his glowing pride.
immobulusyou got caught. it wasn't an occurrence you were used to by any means. you are only in first year and decided it would be a swell idea to jump out of the boat and swim to shore. the warm fall water was calling your name and you wondered if there was any monsters within it. surely, a logical person would peer into the dark water with eternal curiousity. yet, you, dear girl, have to act.
hagrid wanted to stop you, and did when you swam by his lonely boat at the front of the line. casting the gentle spell on you with his umbrella, he lifted you from the water and undid the spell once you hit solid ground. you were too curious about the giant to even bother with the mesmerizing view of the castle which your brothers boasted about. you seemed giddy with excitement at the idea that a spell was cast on you. your peers seemed to be whispering questions in your ear until she showed up.
you were greeted with the tall and slender headmistress once you walked through the door. the discussion was short and mostly one sided. the headmistress knew she would have to keep an eye on you and your witty retorts.
that wasn't the last time you did something out of pure desire and curiousity. you continued to live this way during your time at hogwarts, and still do.
heaven forbid someone dare you, that always sends in a follow through. your parents think you were possessed by some spirit that encourages bad behaviour in front of their friends. you're simply a handful, girl.
amortentiaoh dear lily, you were in love at only fourteen. you knew you were different from a young age. you never found the opposite sex as interesting as the same one and it troubled you for a couple of years.
you found it easy to discuss with your mother, a close friend to you. she explained that sometimes people love differently but enforced that love is love. she also told you that not all people are accepting of this fact but you ignored that comment as other people's interests or thoughts rarely hit you close to heart.
so you kissed that girl on a bright spring afternoon in fourth year. you are best friends but you love how her hair falls past her chest. you enjoy the smell of her shirts that you borrow under your robe. sometimes, you catch her looking at you when you're causing trouble around as usual. you still don't know what this means.
but you are definitely in love. you fall in love often and hard and it is only her with which you have not fallen out of love. you wish to never fall out of love with her as she is your girl. of course, rumours are flying around (and have been since) that your a lesbian. you don't label anything as you know in your heart that you can love a soul but not a gender.
aviforsyou find turning things into birds one of your favourite spells in transfiguration. but you most definitely have a hard time paying attention. your mind wanders to questions in your head and they take your mind away from the lesson on the board.
there seems to be a consensus that you're a bad student and not very bright because of it. you wouldn't argue with them outright, but you know it is not true. you love to learn and love to ask questions and discover. the hard time is sitting still and finding out what to do when you have a pile of homework. you love avoidance and trying new things which makes school so mundane. hogwarts, however, is a great playground for your imagination. you have tea with a portrait and slide down the stairs as they change positions. you love to do the unexpected and love even more to break the rules. you try to avoid detention as much as you can by playing dead when prefects come walking by.
you have a bit of a narcissistic mind about you and you often forget about others. mainly, that the girl has a girlfriend or that it was your mother's birthday. you look out for yourself first and it puts people off. you should work on that, but you won't.
you do things for others. you play quidditch when you hate it more than not and you put your heart on the line all the time.
you lack some direction that your wand cannot show you. you wish you were a bird to fly away and never sit still. you don't want a family but you want never ending love. your father wants you to be a star player like he wasn’t but you dread the thought. sometimes you think of giving in because you hate to argue.
your brothers on the other hand, they keep you solid. they’re so different but show you bits of who you are in such a beautiful way. your friends and family are your blood and veins and without them you would drift away into loneliness. keep your head up, this is still the start of your adventure. you can make it through if you only love.
lily. eighteen. gmt+2. aim// straightontillmorning.
Posted: Nov 20 2013, 04:15 PM
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