James loved all the seasons of the year for different reasons. However, they all had one thing in common – Lily Evans hair.
Now, you may say that's an odd thing to link the seasons together, and I would agree, but James didn't care because Lily Evans had the most bloody beautiful hair in the world.
James loved Spring because of Lily's hair. He adored the way that after she'd come in, drenched from the spring showers, her hair would form the cutest curls and he'd often get his hand slapped away whenever he reached out to try and touch one of them – but he didn't mind. One day she'd let her guard down and he'd get his hands on one of those perfectly formed spirals. Lily, of course, hated it and she would try to flatten her hair as she thought it was going all frizzy yet James enjoyed that part too – her fussing over something that wasn't actually true. So she would hate Spring because of her hair and he would love it, and that's the way they worked.
James loved Summer because of Lily's hair. The bright sunlight that reflected from her glossy hair in the Summer would make him grin because he could always pick her out from a crowd – he'd never lose her and he could always seek her out in an instant. Lily, of course, hated it and she resorted to wearing an assortment of hats even on the swelteringly hot heat waves in the middle of July just so he wouldn't spot her. He'd grin and snatch her hats and wear them himself whilst she tried to snatch them back, her small form never being able to reach up to grab them with him stood on his tiptoes. So she would hate Summer because of her hair and he would love it, and that's the way they worked.
James loved Autumn because of Lily's hair. It almost made him chuckle how the deep reds matched Lily's hair as if the trees were working themselves to be that particular colour for her. He /wanted/ it to be like that because he thought she was special and should deserve treatment like that from nature. He tried to explain it to her romantically through song and poem and even howler. Lily, of course, hated this stupid treatment that he gave her just because she was a redhead. She wondered if whilst the leaves were turning shades of yellow he sung all of those songs to the high percentage of blondes in the school, hoping that maybe she wasn't the only one. But James knew she was the one, the only one for him. So she would hate Autumn because of her hair and he would love it, and that's the way they worked.
James loved Winter because of Lily's hair. The picturesque snow falling peacefully all around the school and the way it landed in her hair and would stubbornly stay there. It looked beautiful with her deep red locks and the pure white snow sprinkled all around. This was the way James liked her best, and would often grab handfuls of snow and, much to her dismay, throw them over her to try and create that same, perfect, I-Just-Came-From-A-Beautiful-Stroll-Outside-In-The-Snow look that he adored about her. Lily, of course, hated it when he would chuck snow over her and completely soak her in it, so she'd go change into some dry clothes and sit by the fire in the Common Room trying to warm up until he'd challenge her to a snowball fight and Lily Evans was definitely not one to refuse an opportunity to best James Potter. And thus, the cycle started again and they would have a great time in the snow and he would sprinkle it over her with a fond grin to see the way it perfectly settled in her hair and maybe, just maybe, Lily Evans didn't hate Winter at all.
