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Author: softasthunder
Timeline: 1977: A few weeks before Sixth Year ends.
Pairing: Lily and James
Unnamed
"You blocked the breeze from the summer wind,
I can hear it now and I heard it then,
We got this song on a repeat spin,
Don't wanna know when my high will end."
Your Love - The Dirty Heads
(∪ ◡ ∪)
She closes her eyes, her breath mingling with the sweet air. The scent of honeysuckles, the lake, and grass fell upon her as she curled under the willow tree, simply breathing in summer.
Her thoughts were not messy and clumped, flying everywhere and blocking each other like a traffic jam right now. She was content.
Her long, soft curls were loose, up to the small of her back and her thick red eyelashes obscured her sight for moments. Her thin arms rose to the tree and she grabbed onto one of the branches and pulled herself high into the tree.
She remains there, hiding from everyone, observing people.
She thinks if she hadn't even come to Hogwarts she would have been a psychologist.
One of her arms is snaked around the trunk—or as much as she can hold — her head is lazing against the side as the soft wind brushed her auburn hair against her freckled skin. Her eyes open to reveal a brilliant shade of emerald irises coloring the insides of her doe eyes.
Lily Evans is at peace with the world at this moment.
Her gaze finds a messy haired, hazel-eyed boy with a lanky and tall frame. It boggled her to think that last year she actively, passionately hated him, and this year that had a near-friendship, maybe it was a bit cold but he needed to do some growing up, Lily knew.
She doesn't notice the smile curling on her lips as she watched him and his best mate, Sirius Black, walk across the grounds together; gesturing wildly, his eyes bright, James Potter was Lily's favorite person to observe. He endlessly fascinated her, in ways she couldn't figure out and didn't really bother to anymore.
Lily sighed, her hand reaching up to play with a lock of her hair as she studied the teenage boy who had captured her attention for the last three months.
A/N: This will be a collection of pieces until Lily and James get together, which we all know is their Seventh Year during the Winter.
Hopefully I'll be able to update this once a week, if not, PM me and get on my case so I can definitely get my creative process flowing for this. I really like how this will be turning out, and I think this is one of my better pieces.
Please review! Flames aren't needed, but constructive criticism is highly and warmly welcomed. Thank you!
-softasthunder xx