⥠+ i dare you to be nice to me all evening :)
âYou think youâre being clever with that but FYI itâs not as hard as you think!â Though, the minutes the words flew out of her mouth, Lily knew she was in for a journey. The fact was, drunk Lily and sober Lily, the latter who made an appearance maybe once every full moon, both had the problem of keeping their mouth shut.Â
There was not much else worse than a smug Morag Macdougal, sheâd seen it everywhere. On the quidditch field, in the hallways, on prefect rounds, when they bickered and it always drove her to Madness. Some days it was easier to mask, other days it was like she was a fire and Morag knew how to light the match. With that smug fucking look.Â
Had she ever been shit to Megan though? Did Lily have reason to beat up Morag on Meganâs behalf? They were in love, the love was good, sheâd not really seen that look around Megan. Thatâs what had to matter. Thatâs what stopped her everytime she was ready to fight her best friendâs girlfriend. Or play a particularly mean prank on her. Or verbally and physically attempt to demolish her. If she was important to Megan, by proxy, begrudgingly so, she was IMPORTANT to Lily. At the end of the day, it was why in her mind she never crossed that boundary. Hell, she wanted to, but she didnât.Â
âIâll be so nice youâll think I was possessed, your Highness. The best Ravenclaw Quidditch player. She who has the PRIVILEGE of being with Megan Jones. Oh, beautiful and perfect one, Morag Macdougal, only a twat half of the time which is more than I can say for half of these idiots at school. Iâll be so nice to you, let me get you a drink, even! Pick your poison. Iâll make something fierce. Itâll bite back.â














