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“Lily, please, just wait!”
Lily whirled around and faced her friend. Dark red hair whipped her face with a small sting. But she did not care. The anguished expression on her so-called friend's pale face did not make her feel any better.
“Why? But why should I? Why do I always have to wait? Maybe if I wait you will be good for once and stop playing with Dark magic. But you know what? I'm sick of waiting.”
“But Lily, just listen.”
“Why should I listen, since you never listen to me and go off hexing innocent people who don't have ‘pure blood?’”
The boy's mouth opened and then closed again.
“You do know that I am muggle-born too, that I get terrorized in the corridors by your own friends just because of my parentage.” Tears were now threatening to slip out from Lily's eyes, but she kept on going. She didn't care right now. “I know that you do the exact same thing. You do it to people who have done absolutely nothing to you, people that are my friends. So why do you act like you're friends with me when I'm just a filthy mudblood?”
Lily spat the last two words out at the boy as if they were vile and foul tasting. Because they were. They are words that shouldn't exist.
“Lily, please don't call yourself that,” the boy pleaded.
“I'll call myself anything I want to,” Lily retorted.
“Lily, please, you are my friend. I-” the boy's soft voice cracked as his dark eyes gazed into the girl's green eyes, “I love you.”
Lily didn't even try to hide her shock. She didn't care right now. Tears finally spilled and trickled down her cheeks. She didn't bother to wipe them off. It did make awfully good sense; his staring in classes, his fierce protectiveness of her, the shy company she got from him in the library. But still, she could not bring herself to care anymore now.
“You're not going very well about it, aren't you?” Lily said coldly to the greasy haired boy in front of her. “Your friends won't be very impressed with you, falling in love with a mudblood.”
The boy did not stop her from saying the word that time, and just stood there watching her with his searching dark eyes. Lily didn't care anyways. She turned around and strode off. There were places that she needed to be, and where she should be right now.
“Just wait, Lily!”
She didn't turn around this time, but stood impatiently in the spot where she had stopped a few meters away from the boy.
“Listen, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry for everything I have done to you and whatever I've done to hurt you. You're my best friend.”
Lily turned around slowly again to look at the boy’s face again, which had a glimmer of something hopeful in it.
“Why should I forgive you,” she said slowly, “when you have hurt so many people that I love? How can I forgive you when I know you are not going to change?”
Lily noticed when the boy's face dropped, the glimmer of hope evaporating. Yet he didn't respond. And Lily didn't care right now.
“Goodbye, Severus.” She spun back around and marched off. She wasn't going to turn back around for him. Because Lily just didn't care about him right now.