A/N: I suddenly got the urge of writing a story of 100 short drabbles; they'll all be in Lily's point of view, seeing as I find that the most interesting. If you care for this story read and review.
I sit by the lake, my back resting against a tree's soft bark.
This is my favorite place. The air is quiet, peaceful, and absent of any explosions.
I like being able to close my eyes and listen to the wind.
It's calming after a day of stress. Sure, people may say that I brought the stress upon myself by taking so many classes. But I haven't. I'm able to do it.
Still, though, this helps me unwind.
Something, or someone, taps my shoulder. I look and see that it's James Potter.
I turn back around and close my eyes forcefully.
Relax, I tell myself, relax. Ignore him.
I feel something drop onto my lap and then I hear him walk away.
Well, at least he's gone.
I open my eyes and see a piece of parchment with words carefully written on it.
I don't need music, lobster or wine
Whenever your eyes look into mine;
The things I long for are simple and few:
A cup of coffee, a sandwich- and you.
I crumple it up and throw it into the lake.
Now that I think about it, I could in fact go for a sandwich. And so I get up and walk to the Great Hall for lunch.