this is written for Huffie's (TheOriginalHufflepuff) X-mas Challenge, where we have to use twelve prompts :)
yes, I've finally posted one of my lily-adoration fics XP
of silver bells and dancing
(a lily story)
If I could tell you what it meant, there would be no point in dancing it. -Isadora Duncan
She used to dance with a passion, when she was younger, before Tuney stomped the fun out of it. Typical Petunia Evans, spoiling the freedom of dance by explaining precisely about pirouettes and leaps. After that, Lily never danced again. She wished everyday, however, to dance with the innocence of a child again. This she had only confessed to her best friend, Sev, during their second year.
"Oh," he replied, his dark eyes boring into her green ones. And neither of them said any more that night.
That Christmas though (four years later) – the common room was empty, as everyone else was at Christmas dinner. The fire was crackling merrily in its place all by itself, throwing lights across the gold coverings and crimson cushions. Lily had come late, finishing an essay for the Draught of Living Death. She was dashing toward the portrait hole, passing by the crackling fire when she heard soft music playing, and paused to hear. It was the tinkling sound of silver bells.
She laughed and joined the dancing flames in beat, swaying and stepping gracefully, like an elegant doe.
She was enjoying herself so much, she didn't notice a certain Potter watching her from behind a scarlet curtain, smiling.
Under the Chamber of Secrets, there lay a boy on his bed, smiling slightly, for Lily's laughter had reached him there.
-sigh- so many implications on this. I don't know if it got to you.
feedback is greatly appreciated, so review...like now XP