Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2014 5:10:59 GMT -8
Livid. Infuriated. Vehement.
All were perfectly accurate and acceptable adjectives to describe the current temperament of one Ms. Lillian Delilah Evans. With as much haste as she could muster, the ferocious red-head stormed down the corridors that would eventually lead to the Gryffindor Common Room, granting her an audience with the catalyst of her outrage. The student body clearly comprehended that the prefect was on a warpath of sorts at the moment, as they all seemed to be parting before her. The underclassmen, heeding her obviously wrathful expression, dodged out of the way- collapsing themselves towards the cold stone walls or shoving each other into a nearby classroom to avoid her obviously fierce demeanor. All of the blood in Lily's body had migrated to her face and neck, lines of red cascading down towards the top of her chest. The downside of being pale was that even the slightest upset caused her flesh to become flush with emotion: sometimes embarrassment, or frustration, but right now, it was purely a reaction to her resentment.
At long last, the portrait of the Fat Lady came into her blurred line of vision. The charming, plump women smiled down upon her, opening her mouth to begin a speech or an opera of sorts. There was no time for such a calamity, and so she hurriedly blurted out the newest password to Gryffindor Tower. "Galanthus Nivalis" she commanded quickly, hoping that the Fat Lady would not attempt to delay her entry. The picture briskly burst open, revealing the circular tunnel that ended in the warm glow of the fire, blazing away in the inviting Gryffindor Common Room. As she past through the entry way, an indignant mumble came from the rapidly closing portrait behind her, the wind from such force causing her already chaotic hair to become even more frenzied in appearance.
Upon entering the usually welcoming chamber, Lily found it surprisingly empty- only a few sporadic clutters of younger students occupied the quarter. Most were playing a game of Wizard's Chess or gossiping amongst one another, but a handful of studious peers were pouring over textbooks. An instant of silence overwhelmed the room, as the present members of her house took in the furious countenance playing at her pale lips, resulting in an almost manic twinge of a smile. Suddenly, she heard his voice wafting from the couches clustered around the fireplace. Sometimes, for some unknown reason that Lily could not quite understand, his voice made her feel just the slightest bit light headed. When she heard his radiant laugh, her voice caught in her throat, and she almost forgot to breath. What was wrong with her this evening? Shaking her head lightly to be rid of such nonsensical reactions, she inhaled sharply before heading towards the culprit of her rage. There were several friends surrounding her target, but she cared little- the object of current injustice was never humbled by the experience of embarrassment, it seemed. Thankfully, he was facing away from her, giving her the advantage of a surprise tactic.
From her current location behind the couch he sat upon, Lily had the most perfect vantage point. She waited until he was in the middle of conversation, a joke he was telling to impress one girl or another, to be sure. Mid-sentence, she took the opportunity to grab his ear, using what little strength she possessed to hall him to his feet. Suddenly, she lost control of her temper, instantly diving into the shouting match that was sure to ensure. "JAMES POTTER! Over 300 dung bombs in the Slytherin bathroom, REALLY? 20 POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR." she began, hearing the moan of injustice from her classmates. "You could have injured a student James, or worse, killed someone! Everything is a mess in the dungeons, nearly half a corridor has been evacuated, and it's ALL YOUR FAULT." she roared, her fingers jabbing into his chest as she shouted the last three words. "You've made everything a mess yet again, James. WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? Can you even comprehend the trouble you've caused for me?"
