A/N: I don't know where this is going.
Harry Potter is not mine.
Crash
In the beinning there is an assembly line. For you, there is hair, sex, eyes, stature, face shape, skin colour, interests, misery factor, main qualities. Whatever you crave for yourself to be you can make it.
Make you.
Then there must be them.
For them, you pick the traits you admire, the words you love, although, since it is the beginning you don't know words yet, you can only guess.
Then, as in meiosis, crossing over occurs. Some things are lost, some are gained, enhancing the chase.
You, then your soul mate.
Lily picked green eyes, 5'9, red hair, mean.
James picked hazel eyes, 6'2, black hair, sincere.
They each picked each other for their counterpart.
Lily woke up.
James woke up.
Lily stretched.
James scratched his chest.
Lily threw off her comforter.
James rolled over.
Lily tiptoed to the shower.
James opened his eyes & looked at the ceiling.
Lily screamed silently & fluttered her hands around her face as the cold water hit her.
James rolled over again, off his bed.
Lily squeezed shampoo into her palm.
James sighed & got up.
Lily rinsed the soap off her neck.
James pulled a shirt over his head.
Lily pulled a towel over her head.
James pulled a comb through his hair.
It did no good, her hair was too long.
It did no good his hair was too stubborn.
Lily pulled a sock over her foot.
James pulled a belt through his pants.
Lily closed the door quietly.
James stepped onto the landing.
Lily jumped onto the banister & slid down.
James jumped down the last 5 steps.
Lily & James colided & hit their heads.
Lily & James hit the floor, having passed out.
