Lily Evans hated Christmas. And I'm talking about some pretty serious hate here. Because Lily Evans never liked or disliked anything, she either loved it or she hated it. And Christmas was at the top of her things-I-hate-and-want-to-pulverize list.
It wasn't always that way, of course, she used to love it just like everyone else does, or even more. She used to play in the snow with Tuney, they would cover the whole garden with snow angels. But that all went away when she got her Hogwarts letter, and after that snow just wasn't that great anymore. And then her mother had to go and die on Christmas day, and if that doesn't give you a right to hate Christmas, I don't know what does.
To make things worse, Christmas was with her everywhere she went, because guess what? She had red hair and green eyes. Sound familiar? They're the Christmas colors!
So yes, Lily Evans hated Christmas. She hated it with a fiery passion that could almost melt the snow. Almost, but not quite.
This year, instead of going home and visiting her mother's grave like she normally did, Lily Evans had decided to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas. It was her Seventh Year, after all, and she had to spend Christmas in the castle at least once.
So, instead of drinking hot chocolate and being grumpy while she stared out the window at her angel-less snow-covered garden, this year she drank hot chocolate and was grumpy while she stared out the window at a shirtless James Potter, who was on his daily morning run.
Which was a much better view anyways.
AN: Hello, how's everyone doing? Okay, so this was written for the Star Challenge, for the Polaris entry. I hope you like it, and thanks for reading!