Well, I'm Caitlin. This is my millionth fan fiction but I think it's got a great start.
The Flavor of the Week is a novel focused on Lily Evans’ final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She’s thrown into a hazy mess of battling wars with her grades, responsibilities with being a Head Girl, and a blossoming romance that she’s not even sure she’s ready for. Finally, when she thinks she’s gotten things figured out, everything turns for the worst. Follow Lily through a rushing path of fear, happiness, anger, hate, frustration, and even love.
There were three things my mother had always told me as I was growing up: live a life full of laughter, love with all of my heart, and read non-stop. In fact, that was me. I wasn’t the type for love but I definitely had my laughs and I cherished reading.
I loved my life, but as I sat under an umbrella to shield myself from the bristling sun, I couldn’t help wondering if I wanted more.
More what? I thought semi-consciously. Before I could ponder the case any farther, a girl pulled a seat up next to me. My train of thought evaporated as the stuck her pinkie finger in my ice cream.
“Hey,” I laughed, throwing a napkin at her. “Get your own.”
“Yeah, with what money?” she rolled her eyes and ate, despite my protests.
Deciding that I wasn’t that hungry anyway, I tried to continue to read (though my previous attempts were useless due to my wandering train of thought.) This time proved the same.
“What’re you reading?”
“
Toadstool Tales, by Beatrix Bloxam.”
“Okay, let me rephrase that,” Marie sighed, tucking a long strand of her black hair behind her ear. “
Why are you reading? It’s the last day of your vacation and your senior year is coming up. Do you know how many guys are here? Come on, live a little!”
“Uh!” I replied in disgust. “I live
just fine, thanks.”
“Hey, Evans! EVANS!” a boy called from across the street. He jogged over, shaking his messy black hair around pointlessly. “What’s that you’ve got your nose buried in? It’s the last day before school starts and you’re already trying to read the whole booklist?”
“Thank you!” Marie grinned, happy that someone else was trying to make the same point clear.
“Shove off, Potter.” I replied, not taking my eyes away from the book.
“I will if you’ll go out with me.”
“Oh, yes,
real romantic.” I snapped the novel shut. “You come over, not bothering to acknowledge the fact that I have a first name, insult my habits, and then ask me to date you when in fact, your girlfriend is with Sirius Black in the Three Broomsticks. How persuading.”
With that said, I rolled my eyes and stormed down the street, Marie reluctantly trailing at my heels.
“Wait, Lily, just wait!” Marie called, gasping for breath. “He was just-”
I wheeled around, fire burning in my eyes. “Don’t you dare stand up for him. You know just as well as I that he’s an arrogant little brat with too much money and not enough brains.”
“Maybe he’s changed. I think he really does like you. That’s what, the millionth time he’s asked you out?”
“Yes, and could he be any more insensitive with it?” I questioned, leading the way into The Leaky Cauldron. “What does he just expect me to do, just fall at his feet? Well I won’t; I’m not like every other girl, nor do I intend to be.”
After entering the room I was staying in, I barely let Marie in before I slammed the door.
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