You Got Me Good

Lily Potter was in her last class of the day which happened to be her favorite one of all, Charms. She was currently staring out the window and jumped when her Professor yelled her name and she looked at the fearfully wondering what the bloody hell she hadn't been paying attention to. She listened to the question once more and chewed her lower lip thinking about the answer and then spoke her answer. Her Professor looked confused but nodded telling her that was correct. She breathed a sigh of relief and left with the rest of class and ran off to the Gryffindor dorms. She laughed and snuck by two people and said her apologies.

She took off up the spiraling stairs and into her room she shared with three other girls. Bursting in, she breathed a sigh of relief seeing no one was there to chat with her, she really wasn't in the mood to talk anyways. She dressed in a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and a pair of red converse and grabbed her guitar. She went back down the spiraling staircase and out of the Gryffindor dormitory exiting through the swinging painting. She said goodbye to the Fat Lady and sang a little chime to her and continued on her way to the music classroom on the fifth floor.

She entered the classroom and set her guitar down and pushed some of the tables off to the side. She sat on top of one and strummed her guitar as she sang. Her back was facing the door, so she didn't even notice it had opened. She was so engrossed in her singing and she smiled as she did sing. She finished the song and jumped as she heard his voice. She knew who the voice belonged to and it was one of the boys she had been crushing on for two years straight now. She really wanted to tell him how she really felt.

There was only so much of Hogwarts that Elliot Finnigan could take and as his Divination detention wore on, the Gryffindor grew more and more impatient. It wasn’t his subject; no, his sister loved the mystical arts. It did not take long before the breeze coming through the window and the sound of laughter outside in the grounds to begin to have a true effect on him and not fifteen minutes into his detention, Elliot got up and shrugged his leather jacket back on. The Professor’s complaints and threats of even longer detentions – through the summer, even – fell on deaf ears and Elliot left without further comment, rifling through his pockets as he went in search of a cigarette or even a stick of gum. He found neither, lifting his irritation further.

Stalking through the castle, Elliot was a rather formidable figure and a strange sight for those that had once known him to be the shy, retiring fellow that was nothing like his twin. Elliot agreed that he wasn’t but the dissolution of Millie had attacked at him now, leaving him far from put together and really, rather a mess. His fish earring dangled from his earlobe and his teeth chewed on his chapped and broken lips as his hands groped at the bottom his jacket. He needed to get out of the castle. He needed to get his guitar, pick up his art stuffs and get out into Hogsmeade for the evening. He had enough galleons for a room for the night and he promised himself – and his head of house – that he’d be back in the morning.

Reaching the music room, Elliot wrenched open the door rather unceremoniously, breaking the song of the girl that had been singing to herself. At a glance, Elliot saw that it was the youngest Potter and he grunted his greeting as he climbed over the mess of chairs and instruments that the first years had left out as a death trap. Elliot reached the cupboard that held the guitars and fiddled with the lock, casting a quick look over his shoulder before calling to Lily.

“Don’t worry, red. I’ll be gone in a minute.”

Lily gasped lightly seeing who it was and she chewed her lower lip nervously. She blushed when he actually called her 'red'. She sighed and rolled her eyes after she thought about what he had called her. "How many times have I asked you not to call me that Elliot? It's bloody annoying when you do, considering the fact that it's not even my name." She set her guitar down on the desk and hopped off of it and walked over to him avoiding the deathtraps of instruments in her way. She placed her hand on the door of the cabinet he was trying to open and she looked up at him.

She really wanted to tell him how she felt, but had no idea how to go about it. She smirked thinking of something. "What's got you all riled up El?" She knew it had to be something that happened during the school day today and knew above anyone else that it could be quite frustrating when things didn't go your way. "Move. I'll get it, this lock is temperamental." She bumped her hip against the locker and twirled the lock open with ease.

There was little that the Potter girl could say to really move Elliot. He was a Finnigan and as such, luck was not his thing. Potters had fame and luck. With the boy saviour gone, obviously their luck was trying but Elliot could say for certain that she was much better off than him.

He ignored her when she reproached him for the nickname and he continued to tug furiously at the lock, trying to open it with brute strength but also being careful not to break it. Elliot sniffed disdainfully when Lily came up beside him and he stood back, leaning against the wall to watch as the girl, with practised ease, opened the cupboard.

“Nothing’s got me riled up.” Elliot retorted gruffly before leaning down to pull his guitar from the cupboard. “It’s just been a long day. Why are you here?”