Hi! I'm Arianna.
Well, I suppose I'm a complete nut when it comes to Harry potter fanfics, particularly Lily and James fics. I'm in our school's marching band, which is the pretty much best in all the states surrounding where I live.
I love toes socks, free time, the Harry Potter books/movies, the radio, this boy who plays this one thing in that one class, my friends, sleep, snow, funny stuff, cool quotes, peanut butter, band trips, reviews, ballet, goldfish(the crackers), my cat, and those bottle caps that click when you poke them.
Please read Losing Pussyfoot. That is my main focus right now in my stories, and I could really use your feed back.
If you read True Design or Understanding the One Thing You Can't, just know it's not really my style. I try new things, but I find I'm better at funnier, make-you-happy type works, but I love to read most anything (not slash, particalarly Sirius and Remus).
Lily Evans and James Potter share absolutely nothing in common, not even their feelings for each other. Lily, perceived as a ‘model student,’ detests the handsome, popular, Quidditch star James, who she thinks to be something of a git. James, on the contrary, has been infatuated with Lily for years, and has let her and the whole school know it.
As time progresses into Voldemort’s ‘reign of terror,’ the two have to learn to trust, tolerate, and love each other.
Please note, this story is incomplete, and will likely remain so for a long time. I apologize!
It is ambitious Lily Evans' 7th and final year at Hogwarts. She is very excited about being one step closer to becoming an Auror and thrilled about being back to school altogether.
But there is one little annoyance: the Marauders. Specificially arrogant James Potter. He has been pestering her to go out with him, but she has coldly denied his wishes. She thinks this year will be no different to the past six school years.
But life is full of mistakes...::~!~::..
"Just one minute.” Lily noticed footsteps heading in her direction. She saw a hand reach from between the screens and drop a flower onto her bedside table.
“Mr. Potter! Return to your dormitory immediately!”
“Alright, alright…” The hand disappeared.
Once Lily was sure that no one was in the wing, he lifted her head and saw what flower Potter had dropped.
Lily stuffed her head in her pillow and screamed a muffled scream that no one could hear.