((Okay, so I thought we'd start in the end of October. They've been in school for about two monthes, the first capture will happen in a few days. On of my characters, Lysander, is going to be the first one captured. I'll also temporarily be playing his twin, Lorcan. We'll start on a Saturday, day of a Quidditch game between Gryffindor and Slytherin, as they are the two most inhabited by our characters. If you wish for your character to be on the House team, be my guest. I'll keep a "roster" list so we know what positions are full. If you want to be captain, you must be at least in sixth year.))
She's in a room of white, the only one there, aside from a few animate blobs of color. The colors seem to correspond with the houses of Hogwarts, but the green of Slytherin is generally absent from the room. She ponders this inexplicable absense meekly. The room is lighted by some unknown source, as there are no furniture, windows, or doorways. A black shadow begins to appear on the opposite wall. It comes closer.... Closer... Even closer... And then it's in the room. It has the vague form of a person, with a fuzzt outline, although she cannot pick out features, gender, or age of the newcomer. The shadow merges with the colorful blob, and she feels an inexplicable sense of wrongness. But the shadow soon extracts itself, pulling along an especially small blue blob, which seems to fight. They walk into the wall, and are gone...
Lily Luna awoke with a start. Enough with these dreams! she screeches, inside her own head of course. If anyone knew... Well, they would think something was wrong. They wouldn't leave her alone. Dad would freak, Mum would pull him from the room to calm him, tell him that he's over reacting, to quit babying his only daughter. But who knew? Perhaps something was wrong. Perhaps she did need help. These dreams were not normal. They recurred for days, and then something would happen that seemed to fulfill the dream.
Lily had often wondered if she could be a Seer, despite the lack of the Inner Eye from her ancestors. Indeed, she had taken Divination this year for that very reason, despite her Aunt's warning about Trelawny. Lily wished meekly that she would have taken Aunt Hermione's advice. But it was too late now. No use crying over spilled potion, that was for sure, even if Trelawny was a big phony, even if Divination was a joke. It didn't help at all, it only made Lily hope she wasn't a Seer.
Climbing out of bed, Lily knelt over her trunk, extracting a scarlet Quidditch robe. She smiled down at it pleasurably. The first game of the year had come, and she couldn't wait. The thrill of the game was addicting, the joy of winning naseating in a pleasant way. She had played Chaser since second year, her first year of elgibility. Everyone had always said she was lucky both her parents were such excellent Quidditch players, that she was guranteed to be a skilled athlete. But Lily refused to believe that her gift had not come from hardwork and determination. She shaped who she was, she worked towards the goal, not her parents.
Slinging her Firebolt over her shoulder, Lily started downstairs, out of the common room. As usual before Quidditch games, the common room was filled with eager students, excited to get down onto the pitch. Lily's broom was a hand-me-down from her mother, from her years playing as a professional Chaser on the Holyhead Harpies. That was before Lily had been born, though she longed to have seen it. She looked up to her mother, even if she could be a daddy's girl when it suited her.
Lily slid onto a bench at the Gryffindor House table, helping herself to some scrambled eggs and bacon. she pushed her red ponytail out of her face, sipping from a glass of milk. Lily had never been one for juice, which confused her friends. But she just didn't like it. What else was there to say?
The Slytherin's were being poor sports as usual, jeering and booing from their table. Rolling her eyes, Lily stood on her seat and turned to face them. Gicing a mocking smile, she waved to them. Most laughed, but a few of the younger ones reddened and busied themselves with their food. Lily smirked to herself, but sat back down. McGonagell had beenglaring her way.
