CAN'T HOLD US , [LILY]

[wilfred theodore cain]

LIKE THE CEILING CAN'T HOLD US

Oddly enough, this snowy Saturday afternoon was the first time WIll had found himself at Hogsmeade so far this term. He had certainly missed it. The only reason Will hadn't been to visit the little nearby village was the same reason many other seventh years seemed to be constantly holed up in the library, even this early in the year: NEWTS. Ugh. At the end of last term they had seemed so distant, far-off and not quite real, despite how much their professors were stressing their importance. Now that he was in his final year at Hogwarts (he could hardly wrap his mind around that thought), preparing for NEWTS seemed to be the only thing he had time for. Not a day went by that their professors didn't talk about the end-of-year leaving exams, not to mention their homework load was simply massive. Will had never before wished that he had the brains of a Ravenclaw, but he certainly was wishing that now.

It was cold, but not frigid outside, and thankfully there was not any wind. Large snowflakes drifted down from the gray sky leisurely. Will was all bundled up, complete with his Hufflepuff house scarf. The quaint little village street was lively with bright lights and the sound of laughter and shouts from Hogwarts students everywhere. There was just enough of a chill to the air that he was sure all the shops would be packed, and he was most likely heading to the place that would be the most packed. He pushed open the door to the Three Broomsticks and immediately a wave of warmth and the sweet smell of butterbeer washed over him, as well as the sound of many voices. As usual on Saturday winter afternoons, Hogwarts students had all taken to the Three Broomsticks for refuge from the cold and a delicious, hot pint of butterbeer.

Will wound his way in between tables and people, passing a few fellow Hufflepuffs and other acquaintances with a grin and a hello. Eventually he found two empty seats at the end of the bar. He took one of them and, after unwinding his scarf, set that on the seat next to him so that nobody would sit there. He was saving that seat for his friend, Lily Evans. He'd sent her a quick owl just before he'd left, asking her to join him for a butterbeer. It was possible she wouldn't get it in time or she was busy, but he figured there was a good chance she'd show up. It might seem odd to some people that Will was such good friends with his ex-girlfriend... yes, he had dated Lily for a while last year. He thought he had been half in love with her, as much of the male Hogwarts population was, but after not too long being together, they had both decided that they were really better off as friends. Will was delighted that Lily felt the same way, because he could never stand when ex-girlfriends disliked him.

Will decided to wait for a few minutes to order, hoping Lily would show up. He'd decided to invite her due to the fact that he'd hardly seen her so far this year, only a couple times when their Prefect duties brought them together. Again, he had been practically living in the library, and he was sure she was very occupied as well. Sixth year was hardly much better than seventh in terms of the workload. Lily always seemed to be on top of things, though.

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[LILY NICOLE EVANS]

[atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://i1259.photobucket.com/albums/ii541/amberellamae/things/15.jpg); padding: 20px; border-radius: 60px,bTable][cs=2] you make me happy when skies are gray
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style,border: 0px solid 525252;]	[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][rs=7][atrb=width,350px,true][atrb=height,400px,true][atrb=style, vertical-align: top;background-color: #e3e3e3; overflow: auto; padding: 10px; border-radius: 25px;] The owl came just as Lily was walking back toward the castle. She'd been in the courtyards admiring the fall of the light snow. Even if it was a bit cold, she couldn't deny the beauty of the snow. The sixth year was actually taking a break from studying. Her homework was almost always done early and she didn't have any major exams coming up that she wasn't prepared for. She'd study a little more before bed, but for now she just wanted to take a break. The courtyard was as good a place as any for that. She was sitting on a stone bench when the owl landed next to her. She smiled and pulled the note from its leg, patting it gently on the head before it flew away. Lily liked owls, even if she had thought them a little odd at first. Now she found them remarkably useful. They were smart birds and it was just amazing how they knew where to go without a specific address. They just found the person they were supposed to deliver to. It was really very interesting in Lily's opinion. She'd grown up as a muggle, using actual post men to deliver her mail, with stamps and addresses. Muggle letters went through several people and at least a few buildings. Owls just flew to whoever needed the letter. She loved her muggle parents but she had to admit, this way seemed safer and faster. Lily smiled when she saw who the note was from. Will was her ex but they were still good friends so she wasn't exactly surprised that he wanted to have a butterbeer with her. He was a little older than her, but that hadn't made much of a difference. Actually, Lily thought it was one of the things that had worked in their favor. He was more mature than some of the other male students. But it just wasn't working out. Lily thought maybe they were just too good of friends to be in a relationship. Whatever the reason, it ended mutually and maturely. That was a good thing, because Lily liked having him to talk to when she needed someone who understood her. She had thought Severus understood her, but last year he'd called her a mudblood so she wasn't even speaking to him anymore if she could avoid it. Will actually wanted to be her friend. They were also both Prefects and both muggle born. They had a lot in common, they just worked better as friends than as a couple. Of course she would meet Will in Hogsmeade. There was no real thinking about that. What better place to take a break and she still needed to get a few things, like a quill and some ink. She'd been running low on the ink and her favorite quill was becoming a little worse for wear. But mostly, she wanted to spend some time with her friend. Almost immediately she was on her feet and heading toward the path, folding the note and putting it in her pocket. It didn't take as long as usual to get to The Three Broomsticks, she was walking a little faster than she normally would have with the idea of seeing Will and catching up a bit. Her hair was slightly damp from the snow that melted in it and when she walked in she scanned the area looking for the familiar face. And there he was. She smiled and walked over. “I got the letter. I hope you've not been waiting too long.”
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[wilfred theodore cain]

LIKE THE CEILING CAN'T HOLD US

People-watching was somewhat of a pastime for Will, and the Three Broomsticks was one place that always seemed to provide plenty of entertainment. As he waited to see if Lily would show up, his eyes wandered around the room, occasionally landing on one group of people or another. There was one couple, two teenage Hogwarts students, who seemed to be on a very awkward date. Will snorted a laugh as he watched the boy sip his butterbeer and stare nervously around the room, apparently determined to look anywhere but at his date. Of course, he'd been like that too, once, but he liked to think he was a bit smoother now that he was officially an adult. There were also a couple boys, not too much younger than Will, who were lingering by the bar, probably looking to sneak some firewhiskey or something. Fat chance of that happening.

Will kept watching butterbeers being poured and passed on to customers, and he fervently hoped Lily would arrive soon so he could order one. Of course he could order one, but he had a gentlemanly streak that ordered him to wait at least a bit longer. Fortunately, it was just a moment later that Lily appeared out of the hubbub, obviously having received his note. His face brightened as he spotted her. "Hey!" he said, grabbing his yellow and black scarf from the stool she could sit down there. "No, just a few minutes," he assured her with a smile. "I was starting to drool over the butterbeer though, so I'm glad you're here. Two butterbeers, please," he said politely, flagging down one of the servers. "That is, unless you wanted firewhiskey," he joked to Lily. "Was I being presumptuous?" He had tasted firewhiskey himself, and it was nasty stuff. He much preferred butterbeer. Then again, he didn't necessarily have any sorrows he needed to drown.

Their drinks arrived and Will wrapped his hands gratefully around the warm mug. He took a sip and then turned to Lily, looking down at her slightly as he noted, as usual, how petite she was, her flaming red hair seeming to take up most of her body mass. Then again, Will was a big guy, and quite filled out for his age, so most people were smaller than he was. "So," he began, taking another long drink of his butterbeer. "Going out with James Potter yet?" He grinned at Lily, knowing not many things irritated her than Potter's constant pursuit of her. The guy certainly hadn't been happy when the two of them had been dating. Will didn't necessarily have anything against Potter, although he was rather annoying. He just needed to grow up a little and stop doing such idiotic things with his friends. Will had always been rather mature for his age, though, so he couldn't really relate.

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[LILY NICOLE EVANS]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style,border: 0px solid 525252;]	[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][rs=7][atrb=width,350px,true][atrb=height,400px,true][atrb=style, vertical-align: top;background-color: #e3e3e3; overflow: auto; padding: 10px; border-radius: 25px;] Lily hadn't realized how cold it really was until she'd entered the warmth of The Three Broomsticks. It felt almost like a completely different season inside. The place was cozy and warm. It was obvious why this place was a popular one for students. Almost as soon as she'd entered her mouth watered with the thought of having a butterbeer. She hadn't been thirsty when she left either, but the smells of the little pub made her realize that the last thing she'd had to drink was some pumpkin juice at breakfast. At the thought, she was even more glad that Will had asked her to come to Hogsmeade. Who could pass a nice butterbeer with a good friend? Even if said good friend was an ex. She was happy that they'd been able to end things maturely. So many break ups that her friends had gone through ended sort of ugly, with a lot of yelling and then cutting each other off all together. That hadn't happened between Lily and Will, they had both recognized that they were just better off being friends. Which was great, because Lily could use another friend. Last year she'd lost her best friend. She couldn't keep losing friends and a break up was just a silly reason to end a friendship in Lily's opinion. The sixth year girl sat down next to her friend when he removed his things from the seat and smiled when he ordered the butterbeers, thinking he'd probably never change. Lily would have been more than willing to order her own drink, but Will had always been too gentlemanly while they'd been going out and it looked as though that was going to stay the same. She had to laugh when he asked if she'd prefer some firewhiskey. Yeah, like Lily could hold that stuff down. She wasn't that naive. She knew her limits well enough to know she couldn't even take more than a few things of butterbeer without feeling the effects of even the slightest alcohol content within the drink. Lightweight was a more than appropriate term for Lily Evans. She didn't test out her theories on how many she could drink either. Lily played it safe, but she did have a butterbeer now and again. It wasn't illegal and it definitely took more than one to do anything anyway. “Yes, firewhiskey, and ruin just about everything I've worked for.” She joked. There was no chance in hell that Lily would be testing out her stomach on the stuff. She was glad they could still tease each other, though. It was preferable to the alternative – avoiding each other. She didn't think she'd do well if she lost Will as a friend. She hadn't handled losing Severus well, and that had mostly been her decision. She wouldn't stand for being called a mudblood. She supposed, a little selfishly, she was glad that her ex was also muggle-born. He didn't have that advantage over her. She didn't think of having muggle parents as a disadvantage (she knew full well she was at the top of her class), but it meant that he couldn't really hurt her with the harsh slag the pure-bloods gave to their heritage. The girl arched an eyebrow at her former boyfriend, wondering if she'd thought too soon on the gentlemanly views of Wilfred Cain. She thought about saying something really snarky to get a laugh, but the truth of the matter was, she did need someone to talk to James about. “Actually...” she drug the word out and took a sip of her butterbeer, keeping her hands around the glass for warmth and stability. He was going to tell her she was paranoid. “I think something's up. I haven't seen much of him around outside of classes. This time last year I was knee deep in his continuous need to ask me out.” She bit on her bottom lip, unsure of what was going on and almost desperate to find out.
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