Always Perfect
She's not stupid.
But she cannot help it, honestly. It is like something has taken over her body and soul, and these feelings, these feelings she could never even imaging having, have erupted. She's not silly, she knows it will never ever amount to anything. But it's nice, you know, nice to have feelings towards someone other than Frank, who is nice enough.
But he's taken. And Lily is perfect, she treats him well, loves him and adores him so much that Alice cannot believe it, considering her feelings towards James a year ago. He would never ever leave Lily for her.
He deserves to have someone that is perfect, not broken and flawed, because James's is perfect in every way.
She scribbles him a note late at night, hair ruffled and robes crumpled.
I know you can't choose me, because she's the definition of perfection, but just know that I love you. Maybe these feelings will go away, maybe they won't. But you deserve Lily, because you are perfect. I never want to see you hurt, so I'm not going to even try.
~a.
But she knows that the feelings never go away, they are always there in some part of his heart and soul, because she breaks down completely when she hears about their deaths.
And when she and Frank are attacked mere days later, the photograph of the Order, the one where James grin is so wide she thought his face would crack, is ripped up and tattered.
But he still looks perfect.
Always perfect.
For PenonPaperFingersonKeys, for the Drabbe Request Thread on HPPFC! :)