Post by lily luna potter on May 18, 2017 17:10:40 GMT -7
Breakfast time! Lily had been up for hours already, though most of it had been sitting in front of the fireplace waiting anxiously for the portrait to let her out so she could run around the castle like the wild-child she aspired to be. Morning curfews were silly, seeing as people were more likely to get up to naughty business when it was still dark out. The sun had been up for a grand total of nine minutes (she had counted each second) by the time the portrait had finally unlocked the door and let her run off into the castle. There wasn’t a plan; just normal Lily things on a normal weekend morning. Seeing what people were up to that early in the morning, or if there was anything interesting out on the grounds. Being confined in the common room on such a wonderful morning was not her way of going about business. There were things to see and do, even if she didn’t know what those were yet!
Those few hours spent between her sweet, sweet release and breakfast had been spent wandering down the corridors as slowly as possible, to the point where she started to pretend like she was moving in slow-motion. It didn’t matter to her that nobody else was around to get the joke, if they would even get it in the first place. All that mattered was that she was having fun. Eventually, she found herself outside on the grounds and walking along the lake. The foreign students weren’t even up yet, which was a surprise because they always seemed to be out and about in the wee hours of the morning.
A few good stomach rumbles and the signs of more students stirring on the grounds alerted Lily that it was time to eat. Back up to the castle she went, and straight into the Great Hall. Then she spotted him. Adrian. He probably had no idea that she was here. Looking around to see if any friends were around, she was glad to see that mostly everyone was too busy eating. She didn’t want anyone blowing her cover. Her target was unaware of her presence. Moving silently around the other tables and up to the Gryffindor table where Adrian was seated, she slid herself down the bench that he occupied, making sure to bump into him and trying to push him off the edge of it. “Scooch over. Your queen is hungry.”