Lily's hair is plastered to her face; the raindrops rolling down her face like small streams.
"You're soaked," I say with a grin. We are both soaked. The sudden downpour caught us completely unaware. We had walked far off the trail to Hogsmeade to be alone and in the process found ourselves in an open field: no coverage in sight.
She smiles though, spreading her arms out wide and raising her face to the Heavens. Dropping her arms suddenly, she turns to me. "Don't you just love it, James?"
"No," I reply, taking a step towards her. "I love you."