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[Lily Potter]

There are times, as everyone knows, that you have to just let things go. This, was not one of those times. Getting beat up was NOT one of Lily Potter's favorite things. Yes, it happened more than you'd expect. Madame Pomfrey knew her quite well by now. She mostly came in for minor Quidditch injuries and the occasional broken bone from fighting. But, today of all days, she had gotten in a big fight. A fight with none other than Corliss Malfoy.

It hadn't been her fault. Not at all. Just taking a quick break from studying for three hours straight. Lily hadn't expected a thing. It seemed like the normal routine visit to the bathroom. Oh, but was mistaken. From no where, the stupid Malfoy girl had popped out and confronted her. About Bishop of all things! Lily tried to be nice, saying she was sorry and all, but no. Corliss was pissed. So, instead of letting it go, Corliss had stunned her, thrown her against a wall and set her leg on fire. Good going, Corliss.

So, that is exactly how Miss Lily Potter found herself in the Hospital Wing, head wrapped in a white gauze type material, her leg, which had third degree burns all over it, being healed, and her ankle, which had turned out to be broken not sprained like she thought, fixed and ready to go. Sighing, Lily looked around, only a few other students were there, two Hufflers and a Ravenclaw. They had it easy. Their tummies hurt, they had a head ache, they got a paper cut. Damn them!

Looking around, it seemed that everyone was looking at the battered up Lily. She knew she was bruised up and looked terrible, but that didn't give them the right to stare. She would get that bitch of a girl back. When she thought about it, Lily wondered if Corliss was pleased with her handy work. She shrugged the thought away, not wanting to think about the encounter anymore.

Of course, she had to stay overnight so Madame Pomfrey could keep a close eye on her slowly healing cranium. She wondered if anyone was aware that she was in this... This.. This hell hole. Probably not. News did travel fast, but was it that fast? Knowing Malfoy, she was going to brag about it for a long time. Well, at least until Lily got her hands on her again. Then she would pay. Pay more than needed.

[Terence Landon Wittney]

A frown stained Terence's morning as the whispers of Lily Potter spread like a wildfire through the corridors. Corliss, laughing it up with her precious DE members. Including October and Nikita who thought it would be "funny" pushing a third year down the moving staircase. Shoving the two out of the way they stalked off with Corliss muttering something about crushing Terry if he ever joined a side.
He helped the third year up, a thankful nod and smile as he ran past late for Duro's class. Poor kid.
After helping a few more completely lost Hufflepuff first years Terence Wittney arrived at his destination. Where he didn't want to be in the first place. She shouldn't be there in the first place. Giving a half-hearted smile at Madame Pomfrey, god how old was she?, Terry sat on the bed across from the Miss. Lily Potter. "Here, again? How come I'm always here for some kind of Gryffindor injury? Rosie now you? Corliss and her gang will get it soon. I assure you this. How ya doing?" A friendly smile later and a pat on top of her head Terence laid down, sick of all the Hogwarts drama. Couldn't there be a normal day of classes, chatter, and Qudditch. No. Someone was in the hospital wing, someone needed help, and someone was getting tortured by the DE. Bloody brilliant.

[Lily Potter]

Once again, Lily Potter was wrong. Dead wrong actually. She had guessed it would take everyone a good two hours to find out about the mess, but no. Everyone had to have known by now. She heard the whispers as people dotted in, wanting to get a look at the broken girl. To most, a rude hand gesture would shoo them away. Others, would stare for a moment. Madame Pomfrey had to force them to leave. So, again, Lily was by herself, feeling like total shit and having no one to talk to.

That was, until one of her closest buds entered the room. Her signature, dimpled grin spred across her face, She ignored teh zaps of pain that shot through her skull as she attempted the happy gesture. "Well, Terry m'dear, I think it because we Gryffindors are a tiny bit braver than Hufflers of Ravies?" she teased. They slways joked about which house was better. Gryffindor and Hufflepuff were the two that were the most disputed. "I don't think this," she said gesturing in her many injusres and grimacing as she noted the pain in her shoulder before going on, "Counts as me getting hurt. An ambush if you will. I'll kill her, Ter. I'll bloody well murder her the moment I get out'a here!"

She watched her friend, wondering what he was thinking. "Is it that bad? I know the head is kinda over the top, but my face can't be briused that bad..." Was that a lie! Her face, which had nailed the stone wall with her head, was bruised to no end. Madame Pomfrey hadn't gotten to fixing the minor problems yet. "I really don't know why I always have to be the one picked on! Vikki is as great of a target as I am! When the healer knows your name, birthday, favorite color, animal, subject, and book, you know you visit this part of the school too much!" she said, resting a small hand on her wrapped head. She smiled at Terry. "I gots some good news! Its about Zane." she whispered, thinking back to the night at the Common Room. She could wait to tell Terry. Of course, he would give her his thoughts on the subject, but you need friends just like that.

[Terence Landon Wittney]

"Murder is a bit, just a bit over the top don't ya think hon? Trust me, your face is as beautiful as ever, no matter how many bruises cover it. Vikki scares most people, your just too cuddly." Smiling widely he tried to poke lightly a spot where she wasn't too bruise. His judgment was wrong, poking her on a particular nasty one. "I'm. Sooo. Sorry." Zane
The only down fall about being Lily's friend was her constant obsession over Zane. Honestly, Zane was a pretty good guy, but he pissed him off every time that he acted like Lily was nothing. Just a girl who liked him, what's new. All the girls trailed behind him, goggled eyes, drool that even a llama couldn't reproduce. "Shoot m'dear."
Here we go…

[Lily Potter]

Lily smiled at her friend. "No, I don't think it is over the top. I know Vikki is a bit scary to people who don't know her." she said, smiling at one of his comments. "Well, I beg to differ. I can't look good. It hurts to smile! How in the hell can you not smile?" she asked laughing softly, even though the action hurt. "Y'know Terry, it really isn't my fault that I'm a cuddly person. I think it is because I'm small. Small people like to cuddle." she said, nodding her head. She knew that the boy wouldn't be pleased with the thing she was going to tell him. Who would be when they cared for Lily the way he did. "Well, my good friend, he held my hand. Even when James came and made me cry, he held onto me and he told me.... He. Liked. Me!" she said, shrugging off the little shot of pain that followed Terry's touch. "I forgive you. Just don't touch my face again."

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[Terence Landon Wittney]

Clutching his fingers together Terence nodded like a child to his parents. "That brother of yours! And, that's great! Finally you get some recognition back." His words mumbled together losing they're cheerfulness an octave. It was pathetic. The way she clung to his every word as if it meant something. Zane, ugh. She was so blind to the other boys that stared at her as she passed, like they were nothing, Zane being the same way to Lily. It was a strange circle, thus infuriating Terence more. Lily Potter wouldn’t notice any other man that went out on a limb for her, only returning the affection if it was Zane. Zane, Zane, Zane!
The boy was driving him crazy! Of course Terry wouldn’t say anything about it to Lily, for that matter anyone. He was much to loyal of a friend. “So there is hope!”

[Lily Potter]

Lily was always the one to notice sublte changes in ones personality. "Terence, there is something wrong. I know it. Now don't you go lying to me! Tell me right now what is bothering you. Is it something I said? Please, Terry" she said, her voice sounding crushed. She knew Terence wasn't fond of Zane. She hated thinking that the boy that was one of her closest friends absoultely hated the man of her dreams. "I know you don't like him, Ter. I can't help it." she whispered, trying not to cry or something like that.
Over the past few weeks, perhaps months she had lost count, her emotions had been getting the better of her. Crying over small things, feeling angry after one small snip from James or Teddy. She couldn't take it. "Terence, I'm sorry. I don't mean to act like this... I'm just a bit caught up with my girly emotions, y'know. I'm ever so sorry m'dear. Now, would you please tell me what is wrong with you?"

[Terence Landon Wittney]

Shaking his head sullenly he shook himself out of the adolescent state he fell into. It was a struggle watching someone he cared for get crushed then you accidently broke a few loose pieces. "Nothing! I'm fine sweets. You gotta calm down. Those Corliss gashes might open again...another reason to crush her." Terence became accustomed to plastering on a fake smile, it's mostly what the Hufflepuffs did. Staying low, out of trouble and drama, unless themselves were making it. He had a nagging sense of Lily seeing through his paper thin mask, but she should be more excited then getting stomped on more with Terence's size nine feet. "Zane, crumpets and you will be a great couple. Can't you see yourself flaunting him around on her elbow. I'm sure his fan girls will be jealous. Maybe even a Slytherin or too!" The words tasted repulsive on his lips but they needed to be said. He thought if the poor Gryffindor heard his acid words that he held captive in the back of his mind, the girl might break. Terry surely didn't want that....

[Lily Potter]

Lily smiled, seeing through the smile he wore. "Dear Terry, why must you lie to me? My gashes won't open, so I hope." she said, placing a cold hand on his cheek. She saw him jump. "Hurm, I wasn't aware that my hands were do cold." she said, more to herself than to the Hufflepuff boy. She watched him as she let her hand fall from his face. It was easy for her to tell something was going on in his mind. She grabbed his hand that had poked her bruise and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Now, m'dear." she said, still holding his hand. "Don't act like that. Me? Flaunt someone? Ha, you know me so well. I know this doesn't please you. Tell me why before I have to hit you over the head." she teased, releasing his hand.

[Terence Landon Wittney]

"It's just..." The word caught in his throat as he frowned up at Lily. "You, just.... I..." It became hard to talk to the red head. There was no way to say it without sounding like a total ass. "You know I care about you, and how you feel? And that I would do anything to help you? It's just, I don't mind Zane, he's great and a gentleman, just. You like him, a lot, and he doesn't seem to give a crap till now. Do you really want to bend over backward for this guy as he keeps ignoring you and falling for a Slytherin...." Licking his lips he shut them tightly hoping that Lily wouldn't royally hate him. That or get crushed.