Lily was twenty years old. She had grown, out of the body she had once been so clumsy in to one of a young woman's. She'd graduated from Hogwarts, with reasonably good grades and now was persuing her dream of playing Qudditch professionally. She was also learning to be a muggle teacher hoping it could one day lead to her being a professor at Hogwarts. Her red hair was wirey as usual, though much longer than it had been when she had been merely fourteen. Usually now she tied it back, into a messy ponytail, letting her fringe cover her forehead. The fringe was a new edition, after a potions accident six months before which had left the front of her hair singed and needing to be cut.
Lily strode along the street that led down the middle of Diagon Alley, a remenisent smile upon her face. She remembered her first time coming to the wizarding street, she had only been three at the time. It seemed like more than a mere decade and a half ago. Everything from her years before schooling, even her early years all seemed like flashes of someone elses life. She wasn't that little overexcited girl anymore. She still withheld the bubbly childlike aura she had through childhood, but it was less present when she spoke. She didn't merely trust people for what they said, she was more observant than she had once been.
Lily paused, reaching into her satchel (a gift she had gotten on her seventeenth birthday) and pulled out her shopping list. She may not have been that old but her memory still sucked. She wondered sometimes whether she should have been born a senior citizen.
Lily also knew it was rather silly to pause in the middle of the street. But she still did it anyway. That was probably why only a moment later, someone bumped into her.
by Lily Potter1 Tue Sep 28, 2010 6:27 am