Name: Lily Luna Potter
OC: Mimi Stewart
Drabble One follows my first drabble of Confrontations:
Drabble Two is new:Mimi Stewart stormed out of the portrait hole. She stormed down seven flights of stairs from Gryffindor Tower to the Great Hall. She stormed to an empty bench at the end of the Gryffindor table and slammed her book bag on the floor. She plopped onto a seat and let out a deep breath. Deflated, Mimi put her head in her hands.
“How could you be so thoughtless?”
“Don’t give me that, Lily!...
“Peter’s stupid, all right?”
Mimi sighed heavily. She’d done it again. Her stomach, oblivious to her mind’s emotional turmoil, grumbled impatiently. Mimi obediently helped herself to a bowl of porridge and heaped brown sugar on it absent-mindedly. She took a bite and swallowed miserably.
Mimi didn’t know how long she sat there with her hardly-touched porridge, berating herself for her lack of self-control and forethought. A movement to her left stirred her from her thoughts. “’Morning, Mimi.”
Mimi glanced up at Peter Pettigrew, who gave her a friendly smile as he spread marmalade on a piece of toast. “Hi, Peter,” she said glumly, playing with her porridge some more. He ate in silence as if nothing had happened, torturing Mimi to no end (intentionally, she suspected.) Mimi took hold of her Gryffindor courage (after firmly squashing her Gryffindor pride) and spoke.
“I’m sorry, Peter! When I said that you were stupid, I didn’t mean that—well, that you were stupid, just—”
“—that I’m not very smart?” Peter finished, smiling wryly. Mimi flushed and stared at her hands in her lap. “That’s okay. My many other talents more than make up for it.”
Mimi grinned in relief. “You’ve got that right!” One down, one to go.
Peter seemed to read her mind. “So, what happened this morning to get you and Lily so worked up?”
“Oh…nothing,” Mimi said vaguely. “I got less than five hours of sleep, so you know…”
Peter nodded and left it at that.
Mimi didn’t get a chance to talk to Lily during breakfast. All through morning classes Mimi found it hard to concentrate (harder than usual, that is to say) and when she saw Lily sitting by herself at the lunch table, Mimi quickly snagged a spot next to her.
“Hi, Lily,” she said as cheerfully as possible, employing her first strategy. Lily gave her a look and took a large bite of her sandwich without answering.
Mimi wilted a bit but pressed on. “I got McGonagall to give me an extension on the essay,” she began. Lily made a small disparaging noise but declined to comment. “I’m sorry, Lily,” Mimi burst out. “I really didn’t mean to copy, it just sort of happened…I’m sorry,” she repeated, giving Lily her best “sad puppy-dog” eyes.
Lily, however, was familiar with this tactic and refused to look at her friend. “How does word-for-word copying of nearly an entire essay ‘just happen?’”
“You’re right,” said Mimi immediately. “I’m really sorry.”
“Is that all you can say?” asked Lily.
“What else do you want me to say?” Mimi huffed, but then caught herself. Puppy eyes being ineffective for the moment, she decided to try her next tactic. “I mean I really am really really sorry, and I promise it won’t happen again! I won’t even ask for a bit of help on the essay anymore; I’ll do it all on my own, and if it’s just covered in spelling mistakes (because you know I can’t spell) then it’ll be my own fault for betraying your trust and losing the privilege of Lily, the All-Powerful Spell-Checker’s help, but then again maybe I could ask Remus, but even though he’s pretty good too he’s got nothing on you, and—”
Lily stopped eating. “Okay, okay! Take a breath before you implode!” She looked at Mimi in alarm. This proved to be a mistake, as Mimi seized the opportunity and turned on the puppy eyes again. Lily smiled despite herself. “All right,” she said reluctantly. “You’re forgiven. But don’t let it happen again,” she added sternly.
Mimi squealed and hugged her. “You’re the best, Lily!”
PoV: Mimi Stewart
I sat with Mary, Alice and Lily at our usual table in the Gryffindor common room, trying to focus on the Charms essay I was working on. It didn’t help matters that the three of them, who should have been working on their own homework—yes, I know I’m a hopper…whatsit…hyper…no…hippocricket? I’d like to see one of those…oh, well, you know what I mean…I hope…anyway, they were too busy watching the Marauders, as they liked to call themselves, who were sitting in a bunch of armchairs closer to the fire.
“What’s he doing now?” Alice asked eagerly, craning her neck.
“He’s still just sitting there, but he keeps glancing over here…quick, duck! Don’t let him see us looking!” Mary whispered, bending over her essay.
“If you don’t want him to see you, then stop looking and start working!” I grumbled irritably.
“Oh, don’t be such a hypocrite, Mimi,” said Lily. Hypocrite, that’s the word. I knew it was a hippo-something. I sighed and tried once again to concentrate. I’d have been a lot less concerned about this if I weren’t still on the introductory paragraph of an essay that was due in exactly...twelve hours and thirty-seven minutes. Plus that fact that I would have rather liked to catch up on some much-needed sleep that night, as well.
“Yeah, he’s definitely looking over here…he looks almost guilty!” Mary exclaimed.
“No way!” Lily gasped in mock horror. “Sirius Black looks guilty? There’s a once-in-a-lifetime experience for you.”
Mary smacked her lightly. “Are you sure you don’t want to go and talk to him, Mimi?”
“I repeat,” I said firmly. “I have done nothing wrong. He’s the one who got all worked up over me beating him out in the Quidditch tryouts for once in my life. He called me a sneaky little leprechaun who stole his spot, remember? A leprechaun. It would be highly amusing if it weren’t obviously meant to insult me. No; if he has something to say about it, he’ll come to me.”
Mary shrugged and looked over again. Suddenly she grinned mischievously. “Actually, he does look like he wants to come over here. Maybe we had better give him the chance.” Immediately, all three of my supposedly loyal roommates gathered their things and moved as one to an empty table at the other end of the common room. I noticed that they still had a clear view of my table, however. I sighed and rolled my eyes.
I snuck a peek at the Marauders just in time to see Sirius seem to steel himself for something before vaulting over the arm of his chair and heading straight for me. I turned back quickly and pretended to be intensely focused on my work. (As if anyone who knew me would believe it.)
Sirius approached my table and cleared his throat. I looked up at him with what I hoped was a surprised and innocent expression. “Hey, Stewart,” he said casually.
I narrowed my eyes; I used that “oh, nothing’s wrong” tactic too often myself to fall for it. “Black,” I said, nodding.
“Beautiful day out, isn’t it?” he joked, gesturing to the drizzling sky outside the window.
“Almost as beautiful as Friday,” I replied smoothly. He nodded, fidgeting slightly at my not-so-subtle reference to the day of the Quidditch tryouts that had started this whole thing.
“Right, speaking of that…congratulations. You flew well; you deserve the spot.”
I considered this for a moment, decided this was his way of apologizing and the best I could hope for, and smiled. “Thanks. Honestly, though, it was probably pretty arbitrary. We both flew well.”
He shook his head. “Nah, I don’t think it was arbitrary. But hey, did I tell you they’ve put me on as an alternate Beater?”
I grinned wider. “That’s great, Sirius! So I’ll see you at practice, then?”
He grinned back. “Yeah. See you there, Mimi.”