Meditation And Levitation

Lily felt a little wierd. Well actually, not really, more to the fact she knew that she looked wierd which in turn made her feel wierd in turn. It was a circle of some sort involving the fact that she was meditating on the Qudditch pitch. This all started when she'd found a Muggle book in the library about how Meditation was meant to sooth people. All it had done so far was make her look like a tool whilst doing the 'downward facing dog'.

Either way it was still a beautiful day, for once the sun was shinning but it wasn't as hot the temperature was still very warm which was enjoyable for the redhead who enjoyed sunshine very much. But after twenty minutes of near back-breaking stretches, Lily gave up and collapsed onto her mat with a groan. She ended up staring at the clouds with a dazed expression.

Lysander was set on spending an amazing time by the lake. It was sunny and beautiful outside, and better than that it was a Sunday. A wonderful, perfect, class-free Sunday. Lysander pondered this as he lay in bed staring out the window at the morning sun. Sliding out of bed he pulled on a clean pair of his Ravencalw Hogwarts robes. He headed down the staircase to the common room. Out of the common room and into the halls. Out of the halls into the entrance hall. Out of the entrance hall and onto the huge sloping lawns of the Hogwarts grounds. Looking across the grounds looking for a good place to go. The lake was out (there was a group of very.. attractive seventh year girls there, wearing swimsuits and enjoying the sun. Finally choosing on the quidditch pitch he started walking and a leisurely pace.

As he got closer he saw a girl with flaming red hair and her butt sticking up in what looked like a poor downward facing dog position. Smiling to himself he walked a bit faster. This could only be his Lily. Recently the two of them had become closer than they ever had when they were young children. The best part? There was nothing romantic about the two of them. And that was how it would always be. Lysander was now in speaking range. "Hey Lils. You sure look nice and flexible this morning" he called.

"And don't you sound nice and bubbly this morning also Ly!" Lily said in response as she lost balance and landed with a 'thump' on the soggy grass and slightly muddy mat beneath her. She groaned and stretched a hand up in greeting, waving vaguly in the direction that Lysander was approaching in. She was so not attempting yoga again anytime soon and remembered why she'd put the mat at the bottom of her trunk in the first place, laying abandoned like a majority of her previous christmas presents. Meanwhile the book was going back to the library to be left for the next poor bugger who desired to look like a tool in odd positions.

"Arg, I am so not attempting yoga ever again. Remind me when I get stubborn ok?" Lily said sitting up and rubbing her head, which in turn not only got mud in her now messy hair, but it also managed to worsten her headache she'd gotten from hard contact with the ground. "I might just stick to Qudditch." She added in defeat before raising her voice slightly as she gazed back at Lysander, "What brings you here this morning, you fine young chap?" Lily asked curiously putting on a mock tone as she did so.

The marvolous thing about having a guy for a best friend was not only could one be as immature as one could want, Lily also got a lot of insight on the workings of the male mind and could instantly tell if a guy liked her by if they acted jealous when she was around Lysander. Which was really amusing in Lily's opinion because Lysander was like the twin she never had, and the thought of kissing him was one to equal sniffing a cats butt. No romantic feelings, ever, which was a relief and a godsend. Crushing on Lysander would be awkward as hell in Lily's mind and he life was crazy enough making her welcome her feelings for Elijah in comparison.