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WC: 100 words.

Summer

I drew my knobby, pale, knees up to my chest. Sitting there, sharing one half of her pink beach towel underneath the shining yellow sun was

certainly…different. Its not like I hadn't been on day trips with her before, but this was the first time I had ever tagged along on a family outing. It

was obvious the other one was more than a little displeased with my presence. Her disdainful gaze kept trying to catch and hold my own, but Lily

didn't seem to notice; she just kept working on building up her towers of damp sand and seashells.

Fall

The leaves were being kicked up by the crisp wind and the hurried steps of students rushing to class. My head in her lap, she smelt of cinnamon and

apples and smoke. All the good autumn smells. She was leaning to her right, squinting to read a book on the ground without disturbing my

supposed slumber. Her dark red hair, swept over one shoulder, hung like a curtain of fire, strands coming lose and whipping across her face. I

reached up and tucked a tendril behind her ear. She smiled, and started talking now, reciting a passage from our text.

Winter

I was late. Charms had started ten minuets ago, and I was definitely late. Crossing the breezeway, my eyes were hit with the sting of frosty air,

and I squinted against the cold light from the white snow blanketing the grounds. Fast paced footsteps echoing on the stone, I looked over my

shoulder to see Lily running breathlessly towards me, her long plait of crimson trailing behind her. If winter was white, Lily was color, contrasting

with the sky, the world, and the black and white boy next to her, as we walked to class side by side.

Spring


The sun was brilliant. She was brilliant. Was. The past tense. Sometimes I see her still. When a warm breeze drifts across the courtyard, ruffling the

grass like a wave, the thin paper pages of my book flip by themselves and I'm pulled out of my escape. I see her. Warm and sunny, pink and

healthy, gorgeous and alive. Completely untouchable. I don't feel the breezy air, but I see the spots of high color on her cheeks. I don't hear the

birds but I hear her laugh like a song. She accidentally looks at me, and then looks away, because we understand our roles now. Our paths, our

separate destinies could never be intertwined. Sun and snow, fire and ice, spring and winter, it was her warmth that made me melt.

A/N: MORE POINTLESS BRAIN VOMIT! I'm expanding my horizons and journeying into the deep, dark world of hp fanfiction. This entire thing is actually pointless stupid nonsense that was floating around my hard drive from God knows how long ago, published just for the sake of having something to publish. Experimenting with word count and drabbles, every season has 100 except spring.

This being my first hp fic, I cant believe I'm actually stooping to this but here goes *drumroll* R&R? plz? I drowning in a pool of inspirational constipation and reviews are possibly better stimulates than coffee. However, I refuse to be one of those bat-shit-crazy authors who threaten their readers with suicide in the event of no reviews. so feel free to disregard this comment COMPLETELY, then Ill just assume I'm the next Keats and continue on my merry way, writers of the past turning over in their graves as we speak :)