Oh. Sorry? I haven't been updating at all. I am kind of writing an original story, and I haven't been inspired lately, and, well... yeah, sorry. This came to me, and I found it necessary to write. Maybe I'll do more story parts later. I'm not dead.
Disclaimer: Seriously? We've been over this. I don't own Harry Potter! Geez, you have some memory loss problems.
"Lily."
"Hmm?"
"Why, exactly have you put on a tutu, gotten on top of a yoga ball on your knees, and proceeded to bounce?"
"Why, because the tutu looks fabulous when it bounces, of course!"
"..."
Here he paused, mouth open, brows furrowed.
"Okay."
He'd slowly learned to accept Lily's random acts of weird.
"Sevvie?"
"Yeah?"
"When we're all grown up, leaving Hogwarts, we'll still be friends, right?"
"Duh!"
"Good."
She said this with an air of finality.
She is strange sometimes.
Of course, that was why he loved her.
