Lily Evans, Head Girl, sat in a cozy, red chair in the Gryfinndor Common Room. Her seat was right by the fire, next to a picture of Godric Gryfinndor, himself. And she was *very*, very happy.
Lily had bright jade, green eyes and blood red hair. She was currently looking at something in her lap.
It was a box.
But not just any old box.
This was a *special* box.
It was shaped like a rectangle, about 1 inch tall, and about 12 inches long. It was a white box with a big, red bow on it.
That was not what made her so happy. For on the box in big, red, cursive letters, were the words 'Russell Stover: Only The Finest Home Fashioned'. Lily was looking at it in pure delight. Russell Stover's were her favorite type of candy.
She opened the box and pulled out a butter cream chocolate.
"Mmmm..." she moaned as she bit into the chocolate and closed her eyes. "Butter Cream..." She finished the butter cream and reached in to get another.
This time she pulled out a Molasses Chew. Those were her all time favorite. "Oh God, mmm..." she moaned again, her eyes closed.
Suddenly she felt the presence of someone next to her.
"Enjoying yourself, aren't you?" Lily cracked open one eye.
"Very much, thanks."
"Can I have one?" Lily smacked the offending hand away.
"No. All mine."
"Fine, Lily. You know, you're going to turn into a pig if you keep eating those."
"Stuff yourself, James. I'm having a good time." She looked at the messy haired teen.
"Well, then. That was nice."
"You're right, James. It was terribly nice." She looked into the boy's eyes. The were a nice shade of blue, almost turquoise, almost dark blue ocean. They were framed by small, silver, oval glasses.
The tall boy stood up. "If it's all the same to you, I'm going to leave. You should read who the chocolates are from."
Lily looked from James Potter to the chocolate's tag, eyes widening slowly.
She watched James go, and then read the tag again.
It said, 'To Tiger Lily, Love From James'
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A/N: There's some fluffiness for you. I don't know how it turned out, because I normally don't write fluff. I'm also thinking of making it into a mini-series. Not sure though. Oh well. Drop me a review. Or even a flame. I don't care. I'm even kinda cold. So, flames will be used to warm my cold toes.
-JLW
Lily had bright jade, green eyes and blood red hair. She was currently looking at something in her lap.
It was a box.
But not just any old box.
This was a *special* box.
It was shaped like a rectangle, about 1 inch tall, and about 12 inches long. It was a white box with a big, red bow on it.
That was not what made her so happy. For on the box in big, red, cursive letters, were the words 'Russell Stover: Only The Finest Home Fashioned'. Lily was looking at it in pure delight. Russell Stover's were her favorite type of candy.
She opened the box and pulled out a butter cream chocolate.
"Mmmm..." she moaned as she bit into the chocolate and closed her eyes. "Butter Cream..." She finished the butter cream and reached in to get another.
This time she pulled out a Molasses Chew. Those were her all time favorite. "Oh God, mmm..." she moaned again, her eyes closed.
Suddenly she felt the presence of someone next to her.
"Enjoying yourself, aren't you?" Lily cracked open one eye.
"Very much, thanks."
"Can I have one?" Lily smacked the offending hand away.
"No. All mine."
"Fine, Lily. You know, you're going to turn into a pig if you keep eating those."
"Stuff yourself, James. I'm having a good time." She looked at the messy haired teen.
"Well, then. That was nice."
"You're right, James. It was terribly nice." She looked into the boy's eyes. The were a nice shade of blue, almost turquoise, almost dark blue ocean. They were framed by small, silver, oval glasses.
The tall boy stood up. "If it's all the same to you, I'm going to leave. You should read who the chocolates are from."
Lily looked from James Potter to the chocolate's tag, eyes widening slowly.
She watched James go, and then read the tag again.
It said, 'To Tiger Lily, Love From James'
***
A/N: There's some fluffiness for you. I don't know how it turned out, because I normally don't write fluff. I'm also thinking of making it into a mini-series. Not sure though. Oh well. Drop me a review. Or even a flame. I don't care. I'm even kinda cold. So, flames will be used to warm my cold toes.
-JLW