It seems to take ages to make it to the Gryffindor common room, Lily muttering under her breath relentlessly as her brother and captain keep tight hold on her arms, as though scared of what she'd do without them holding her back. She smirks at the sheer thought. Ah, if only they'd have let her fuck that foul roach up, just a tad! A shame they couldn't simply see things her way.
Eventually, Pitinski lets go of her left arm, heading up to the dorms to change. Al lowers her into a chair cautiously, eyes never wavering from hers as he sits down next to her. He studies his little sister momentarily before letting out a sigh and beginning to speak.
"And you wonder why James calls you Hothead." He shakes his head sadly, as though admitting that his brother is correct pains him.
The corner of Lily's lips quirk upward slightly. "Can you blame me? Cursed rat, that Malfoy."
Albus merely shook his head. "You've been hanging around James too long," he says sadly. "You're becoming as biased as our dear older brother."
Lily laughs sharply. "You don't like him, either, Al," she says pointedly. "You've even said as much. Many times."
A sigh. 'Yes, but I dislike him for reasons other than his House and heritage. It's different."
Pursing her lips, Lily presses on without relent. "As do I. He's inconsiderate and he called me Red." She crosses her arms fiercely.
To her amazement, Albums laughs. He actually laughs! Lily throws a glare his way. "I'm sorry, did I miss something here? What's so funny?"
Al shakes his head, grinning. "I should've known it was something petty. Come, Lil, I thought you were past getting mad over name-calling. I mean, really."
For some reason, Lily feels her eyes well with tears. "Fine. If I'm so petty and childish, I'll leave." Leaving Al looking dumbstruck, she marches out of the common room through the portrait hole, still in her Quidditch robes, gloriously red. Just like her hair.