For the Love of a Lily: First Year XIV

Lily Luna Potter had begun to find that she hated art. No, she did not just simply 'hate' art, Lily Luna Potter loathed it. She despised the endless lessons consisting of such dry topics as 'how to draw a proper line', 'what constitutes a circle', and 'when to start thinking you might have bestowed upon your masterpiece too much free will'. The entire subject bored her to no end and it was a wonder to the young Slytherin how she had not yet died of tedium during one of Madame Gillywead's more mind-numbing lectures.

Now, don't get the underage witch wrong, she still adored her cousin Lucy and all that the girl could achieve with such dreary muggle tools that Lily Luna could not even hope to realize with her advanced, magical, wizarding equipment provided by Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to all of its incoming arts students.

At their sleepover Lucy had told the younger girl that she just needed to practice more and develop her 'own artistic style' which Lily Luna found to be interesting at the time but now looking back on it realized to be a stinking load of dragon dung. No matter how hard the small redhead tried and no matter how much time and energy the girl put into those times of her practicing, she never seemed to get any better. In fact, Lily Luna Potter had been beginning to think that she was starting to get worse due to the fact that the pictures she drew as a child, usually made for good old Kreacher, which still hung inside the small boiler room back at Number 12 Grimmauld Place appeared to be better works of art than those she made today.

Thus was the reason Lily Luna was walking out of the arts classroom where she took both muggle and normal art with a frown on her face and a hunch in her back.

The girl glared at Malfoy who was walking out with a tiny smile on his usually shy face after being praised by Madame Gillywead for his unparalleled talent of grasping at any viewers heart with his works and twisting it and tugging it until it bleed upon the very floor upon which they stood.

Even when she spoke in a monotone, Madame Gillywead was quite the drama queen.

Lily Luna tried to remember if her father ever took any extracurricular other than Quidditch but gave up when nothing else came to mind. She was so tied up with her thoughts, however, that she did not notice the trap she was scuttling into until she felt herself run into a tall, thin, and distinctively male frame.

"Hello Lily Luna." Malfoy began, biting his bottom lip nervously as he waited for the first year to reply.

"What do you want Malfoy?" Lily Luna questioned the older boy, searching for any route of escape that did not concern her racing straight back into the decidedly unattractive den of Madame Gillywead but found none.

"I wanted to apologize..." Malfoy began, stammering slightly, "For how I acted on the train home from London. That was not very mature of me."

"That was a month ago Malfoy." The redhead emphasized as she glared up at the third year boy who seemed like he was having a difficult time keeping himself from glaring right back down at her.

"I am still very sorry." He told her matter-of-factly as he stared into her hazel eyes with a look that advertised some sort of great frustration.

They stayed like this, silently staring the other one down, until they were suddenly interrupted by a loud voice that cut through the icy tension which surrounded Scorpius and Lily Luna like a knife.

"Are you upsetting my mates again Scor?" Cass wondered as she made her way to where her cousin and her best friend stood glaring at one another.

The raven-haired girl took Lily Luna's arm gently, leading her fellow first year away.

"Don't listen to him," Cass whispered into Lily Luna's ear, "he's just jealous that we're in Slytherin and he got sorted into Ravenclaw."

The red-head nodded in agreement as she turned her head to take one last look at Malfoy before her and Cass turned a corner and she lost sight of him.