Summer's Promise
A/N: The first draft of this oneshot was originally posted as "Trouble is a Side Effect of Summer", but I deleted it, so I could edit it and add it into my failed story "Whispers of My Past". I'd like to apologize for abandoning that story. I just didn't know what to do with it. I had wanted to make a crime story out of it and realized too late that I don't know anything about writing in that genre. I've decided to make a second draft of this oneshot and post it separately. For the record, there won't be a continuation of this story.
I'm working on another Scorlily fanfic, but I won't be posting anything until I've got a clear image of where the story is supposed to go. I, as a fellow fanfic reader, hate when a story is left unfinished and I refuse to be a hypocrite and do the same to you.
Sorry again for those who had actually started reading "Whispers of My Past", but I just couldn't stick with it. In the meantime I hope you enjoy this lil' thing. :)
There are two types of summer; white and dark.
White summers are those full of green lawns and linen, the sea and soft, warm sunshine, lemonade and freedom. You make wishes on white dandelions and chase the fluff in the wind as it floats away and you wish you could join it and never land. You're free as a bird, queen of the world and laughing, high on the promise that everything is magical and anything is possible.
Dark summers are honeyed and sulky, full of black berries, thunderstorms and unkept promises. Waves crash against the shore and dry lightning flashes, sparks from bonfires crackle and join the stars set against a midnight sky. The air is humid and you forget who you are and just want to drive into the dark and keep driving until you find yourself again.
Lily opened her eyes and blinked in the sunlight streaming through the leaves above her. The branches of the oak tree—whom she secretly called Querki, 1) because she was a huge dork and named all her plants and 2) because oak trees' scientific name was Quercus Robur—swayed gently back and forth in the breeze. The wooden dock beneath her made her back stiff, yet Lily couldn't bring herself to move just yet. She smelled blossomed lilies and the sun tan lotion on her own skin, heard the lapping of water at the edge of the pond and the rustle of leaves in the warm breeze. It was a white summer and Lily's mind was completely at peace, knowing school was out for the next three months and all she needed to worry about was her summer job at Sweet Stems on Thursdays and Sundays. It was a florist shop in Diagon Alley and Lily's job was simply to tend to the plants and make flower arrangements.
She lay there a few minutes more, daydreaming about walks on the beach with David, her current boyfriend, and secret summer cocktails with Isabelle, her best friend. About parties with bonfires in the woods and late night conversations with strangers. About barbecues with the family at the Burrow and stargazing at midnight. About cherry picking and ice cold lemonade.
Her mind stuck to that very last thought and she pulled herself to her feet, her mind set on the ice cold beverage. She tread barefoot over the soft grass back up to the house, crossed the flagstone patio and entered the kitchen through the glass sliding door. The cool air inside washed over her like being doused in water and her skin actually prickled from the sudden chill.
The house was silent and completely void of any other individual. It was almost sad really. She remembered when she was younger, there had been no silent summer days. She'd been constantly running around with her brothers or dancing around in flower crowns with her friends.
To fill the silence Lily switched on the radio and began preparing Gramma Molly's famous lemonade. Hawthorn & Holly was playing while Lily grabbed the lemons out of the fridge. They were from her grandmother's own lemon trees, which she grew herself in the green house at the Burrow. That green house had been built long before Lily had been born, which meant it had existed her entire life and it had also been a catalyst towards her interest in plants. From a young age she had loved to watch things grown and change and of course her parents had encouraged the hobby. Instead of a ferret, they'd bought her a Puffapod to bring with her to Hogwarts.
The doorbell brought Lily out of her trance and she set the knife back on the cutting board next to the lemons. She made her was down the hallway into the vaulted foyer. Peering through the peep hole, her mouth turned up in a smile. She unlatched the lock and opened the door wide. Sunlight streamed in, warming the wood floors.
"Scorpius, " Lily greeted, smiling brightly.
A warm summer breeze ruffled his hair and a charming grin appeared on his charming face. "Lily."
"Come in," she urged and he entered. "How've you been? Haven't seen you in a while."
"Yeah, I've been good. You know, just enjoying the weather. How about you?"
That's how it always was between them. He was Al's best friend and she was the younger sister. They saw each other around at school and at her house during the summer and had shallow conversation about the weather and summer plans with loads of sarcasm and teasing thrown in. Nothing more, nothing less. Although she did swoon with other girls about his appearance and demeanor, because she was a teenage girl after all and was appreciative of an attractive male, but certainly not in front of him or anywhere near him for that matter. Her boyfriend definitely wouldn't be too happy about it, but Lily was sure he ogled other girls when she wasn't around, so why shouldn't she have that freedom as well.
"I'm alright. Bit bored to be honest. Isabelle's with her mum in France and Dave has that apprenticeship at St. Mungo's. I haven't heard from anyone else in a while. Archie probably just got lost again or collapsed. Whichever comes first I suppose."
Scorpius laughed. "I'd say it's high time you Potters bought yourself another owl."
"Convince my parents of it and you'll receive an extra box of treacle tart for Christmas," Lily grinned, remembering a conversation she'd overheard between him and Al about whether treacle tart or cauldron cakes were better.
"Only one box?" he teased.
She rolled her eyes playfully and smiled. "I'm guessing you're looking for Al," she said, changing the subject.
"Yeah, we were planning on heading to Diagon Alley today. Quality Quidditch Supplies has got a new broom in today. Thunderbolt X," Scorpius said, his tone almost dreamy when he mentioned the name.
Lily laughed. "You boys and your broomsticks."
Scorpius coughed trying to cover his laugh and Lily's eyes widened when she realized how one could interpret what she'd said.
"Oh, shut it, Malfoy," she giggled, her ears flaming red.
Scorpius coughed into his fist to hide another laugh. "Where is Al?" he managed to ask after a moment.
"He's actually with Gwendolyn. I think they're spending the day together," she said, watching his reaction and feeling quite bad that Al had ditched Scorpius for a girl. "Like they did the day before and the day before that."
"You've got to be joking," Scorpius muttered, running a hand through his fluffy platinum hair. "Gwendolyn? Really? He met her two weeks ago!"
Lily remembered briefly seeing them snogging at Flora Tate's birthday party the previous week. She slipped her hands into the back pockets of her jean shorts. "Well, you can't deny true love," she joked, trying to lighten the mood. "I'll tell him you stopped by, yeah?" she offered with a sympathetic smile.
Scorpius nodded. "Yeah, alright. Feel free to mention he's a dick," he added, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"I'll be sure to tell him," she assured him, returning the coy look. "With much love from Scorpius."
"Would be appreciated." His smirk broke out into a grin and he winked before exiting. "Enjoy the rest of your day."
"Thanks," she murmured, leaning against the doorframe, and watched him make his way down the steps and towards the gates. "Scorpius!" she called, not quite sure what she was doing.
He stopped in his tracks and turned around.
"If- if you don't have any plans seeing as Al ditched you," she stammered slightly. "Would you want to hang out?" she asked, trying not to sound too hopeful. She was after all only Al's younger sister and the offer probably wasn't too appealing. But Scorpius had no one to spend the day with (so it seemed anyway) and neither did she.
He stared at her for a moment and then decidedly shrugged. "Why not?"
Lily exhaled the breath she hadn't known she'd been holding. How embarrassing would it have been if he'd said 'no'? She smiled when he reentered.
"Thirsty? I'm making lemonade."
"If it's Molly's recipe, yes please. If it's one of your concoctions, I'll spare myself the stomachache," he joked.
Lily scoffed. "Let's see if you get any now."
Scorpius laughed and followed her into the kitchen.
"Boogie down like a unicorn…No stoppin' till the break of dawn…"
"Oh, Merlin," Lily muttered and walked over to the radio. "Why do they put this on radio. No one listens to this!"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Scorpius exclaimed and blocked her way, hands held out. "These are the Weird Sisters. They were the shit thirty years ago."
"Yeah, and in this day and age they're just shit," Lily replied and tried to move around him, but Scorpius shifted his position again.
"Oh, come on, Lils. You can't tell me Magic Works is not the greatest love song you've ever heard."
Lily raised an eyebrow. "Are you kidding me? That's what our parents probably slow danced to and…other stuff."
Scorpius' expression froze for a second, before it morphed into one of mild discomfort and revulsion. "That's vile."
"Well."
"Disregarding…and burning that possible…possibility," Scorpius said slowly, overcoming his disgust, "they're a cool group."
"Their group doesn't even make sense!" Lily protested. "They're called the Weird Sisters, yet they're eight blokes! How does that make any sense at all?"
"Oh little Lily, so much to learn," he said and patted her head, mocking condescension. "That's the brilliance of it."
She brushed his hand away. "More like idiocy."
Scorpius sighed in exasperation. "Alright, I get it. New station." He turned and played around with the dials until an upbeat pop song came on. "Happy now?"
"Happier," she replied with a snarky smile and walked back over to the cutting board.
"Are all Potters this hard to please?" Scorpius asked. "Or is it just the women in your family?"
Lily narrowed her eyes at him. "Your being friends with Al should be proof enough that it's the men with the bigger attitude issue."
Scorpius laughed. "Yeah, I know. Just pushing your buttons," he said and leaned against the counter next to her. "Need help with that?" He asked gesturing to her slow work of cutting lemons in half. "I could work my magic," he continued, grinning, and twirled his wand between his fingers. "You'd be done in two seconds."
"Very tempting," Lily said mockingly, "but we don't want a concoction to result from this, so maybe I should just do it."
He pinched her cheek good-naturedly. "Cheeky."
Lily jerked her face away, but couldn't help from smiling. "Besides, it's a secret recipe. Family members only."
"But we're family," Scorpius protested. "Haven't you heard? Rose and I are getting married."
"Over Ron's dead body," Lily retorted, giggling.
"Well, it was worth a shot," Scorpius mumbled, chuckling.
"Here," Lily said and slid the cutting board with lemons over to him along with the lemon squeezer.
"Oh, so you are trusting me with the secret recipe."
"You wish, Malfoy. Just squeeze 'em 'til they're dry."
"You're coming up with a lot of innuendos today."
"Oh, grow up!"
"Wait, that wasn't on purpose?"
"You are unbelievable."
"What's unbelievable is that you actually expected me to use a muggle contraption for this," he replied and with a wave of his wand all the lemons were squeezed out into the pitcher.
"Show off."
"Well, you make it so easy," he replied.
"Is that so, Mr. I've-been-ditched-by-my-best-friend-for-a-girl."
"That's quite a long last name."
"Maybe, but I think it suits you," Lily retorted and poured in the water and sugar she had pre-measured into the pitcher. "You should think about changing it. I think it will really catch on."
Scorpius just shook his head, his mouth pulling upward in a grin, and waved his wand over the pitcher so the contents mixed.
Lily nudged him with her elbow, fighting her grin, and pulled down two glasses from the cupboard. She filled them halfway with ice cubes and poured the lemonade.
"Cheers," she said and clinked her glass with his.
It was the perfect combination of sweet and sour. Just like her grandma made it.
"So?" She asked.
"Nothing to critique," he murmured into his glass.
Lily hummed self satisfied into her own glass and took another sip. "We can go out back to the dock if you'd like. I've left my things out there."
He nodded. "Yeah, sure."
Lily placed the pitcher in the fridge, shut off the radio and they headed outside with their glasses of lemonade.
"So, tell me about this new broom," Lily said after he'd slid the door closed behind them. "Thunderstruck Z or whatever it was. What's so great about it?"
Unlike the rest of her family, Lily hadn't inherited the undying love for Quidditch. She enjoyed watching the sport and knew how it was played, but she couldn't fly a broom for the life her and she certainly wasn't up to speed on all the newest equipment and teams. She'd skipped the World Cup the previous year, finding more pleasure in visiting Paris with Victoire. Fine dining and shopping was more her forte.
"Thunderstruck Z?" Scorpius repeated, looking nearly scandalized. "You've got to be joking."
Lily looked up him and smiled innocently.
Scorpius shook his head. "You're a disgrace to your family, Lily Potter."
"Oh, I'm sorry!" she exclaimed, fighting her laughter. "I didn't know Quidditch expertise was a necessity in the Potter home. Dear me, we should switch lives right now. You'd be a much better Potter than I."
"Won't argue with that," Scorpius snickered.
Lily nudged him again, laughing freely now. "C'mon, what's so great about it?"
"Only everything." And on he went into detail about how it had been improved from the older version. It was faster—though not by much apparently—and they'd improved the safety, which—again apparently—had been a big controversial topic in the Quidditch world with the last few Thunderbolt models.
Lily smiled and listened and tried to understand. She could see how fascinated he was with it and she was fascinated by his fascination. It was nice to see someone with such a passion.
By then they'd reached the edge of the dock and were sitting comfortably in the shade on the blanket Lily had lain out earlier. Her feet were dangling over the edge and her toes skimmed over the water back and forth as she listened.
"They've been using a new type of wood for the handle as well. I'm not quite sure what it's called, but it comes from some gravity-resistant trees in India."
Lily perked up at the mention of it. "Volitant Mahogany," she said. "Or Volitant Indian Mahogany," she corrected herself.
He looked at her curiously.
"Neville—uh, Professor Longbottom, that is, had ordered one and I was able to have a look at it before summer holidays." She reached behind her to where she had discarded her sketchbook and started flipping through it. "The trend started about 30 years ago in Nepal when some wizard developed and started growing gravity-resistant trees. British herbologists went to inspect them and they started their own experiments in India. At first, they tried it with the Sal tree, which provides good quality timber, but it's a rather sacred tree and the natives didn't appreciate the tampering of its religious nature with magic, so they had to try something else. Ah, here it is." She handed over her sketchbook to him and pointed to the drawing. "It's incredible, the way it just floats there."
"Wow," Scorpius agreed. "This is what it really looks like?"
"Mhm," she confirmed. "I'm sure he'll present it to everyone once we've returned. I wonder how fast they grow," she pondered aloud. "It was quite small when I saw it. I mean, I don't think it'll be as big as the Whomping Willow when we return, but wouldn't it be funny to see a gravity-resistant tree hovering just behind the greenhouse?" She laughed at the thought and then realized whose company she was in and her fascination with the tree became utter embarrassment.
But he was smiling at her in a genuine kind of way. "You're into Herbology," he said.
"What gave it away?" Lily asked sarcastically and picked at the frayed end of her shorts.
"Oh, nothing really. It was more of a guess," Scorpius laughed.
Lily joined him. „It's definitely my favorite subject," she admitted sheepishly. „It comes quite easily to me."
"So does drawing apparently," Scorpius murmured as he turned another page of her sketchbook. "These are really good," he commented. "I never knew you liked drawing."
Lily shrugged and tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear. "It's not something I advertise."
She looked over at him and saw he was already looking at her. "What?" she asked, feeling a bit self-conscious.
He shook his head. "Nothing. It's just nice to learn new things about people. And you and I, I mean, we've never really hung out and talked like this. It's…nice." He flipped her sketchbook closed and handed it back to her.
She took it from him and couldn't help but smile. "I remember when we were younger, you and Al would run away from me and hide so I'd leave you alone."
Scorpius laughed. "Yes, I remember that as well. It's a good thing, things have changed."
"Are you sure?" Lily inquired, a mischievous grin playing at her lips. "Because I don't think Al's old self would have ditched you for a girl he met a week ago."
Scorpius looked at her with narrowed eyes and they had a five second staring match before he fished out a package of cigarettes from his pocket.
"You've driven me to smoke, Lily Potter. Shame on you," he teased and stuck a cigarette between his lips and another behind his ear.
She was a bit surprised by the action, not really knowing why. She'd seen him smoking occasionally with Al in Hogsmeade or even out by the dock when they thought no one was looking. Even she and Isabelle tended to share a cigarette or two whenever they could get one off one of the Seventh years. She supposed the whole situation was a bit surreal; sitting with him at the edge of the dock with an empty house behind them and comfortable conversation between them as if they'd been good friends for years.
"If that's the case, I suppose you ought to give me one too," she suggested.
He looked at her clearly surprised, eyebrows raised, cigarette lit.
"Don't look so astonished!" Lily grinned and plucked the cigarette from between his lips and brought it to her own.
Scorpius looked back at the house. "Your—"
"Don't worry, they're not home," Lily assured him.
"Didn't know you smoked, if I'm being honest," Scorpius said and lit the cigarette that had been behind his ear.
"I don't," she stated simply.
"Right," he replied sarcastically. "And I'm not going to be Quidditch Captain this year."
"Well, I don't know. Al could come in and swipe that from right underneath your nose," Lily joked.
Of course, she didn't believe it. Scorpius was the star player of Slytherin. If he didn't go pro after Hogwarts, it would be because he'd somehow managed to get himself killed before graduation.
"Lily," he said seriously.
"Psh! This doesn't count!" she argued. "It's summer."
"So, just because it's summer, it doesn't count," he repeated.
"Exactly." She grinned at him and took another drag.
Scorpius chuckled. "Then do pray tell, Lily, what else doesn't count in the summer?"
"Hm," she murmured, thinking back. "Well, in your case it'd be helpful if snogging around didn't count."
He gave her a weird look. "What? What are you talking about?
"Two words," she said, grinning mischievously. "Libby Truscott."
He looked away from her. She wasn't sure if his typically pale skin was reddened by the sun and heat or embarrassment. Maybe both. Probably both.
"I must say," she continued, enjoying the situation very much, "you two weren't very subtle about it at Tate's party. I mean, the clinginess was outright obvious and then the disappearing act. I accidentally walked in on you two in the bathroom, not that you noticed," she elaborated casually.
Scorpius glanced over at her, looking slightly mortified yet impressed and self-satisfied all at the same time.
Lily took a puff from her cigarette and blew it in his direction. "No worries". She smiled. "I don't kiss and tell."
"Why don't I believe you?" he replied in a good-natured manner. "I was under the impression that the entire student body of Hogwarts was a clique of gossipers."
"Including yourself?"
He shrugged. "Sometimes it's too good not to pass on."
"Fair point," Lily agreed. "But you should be careful with that one. Libby's known to be a bit clingy. It's common knowledge that she's over the bloody moon for you."
Scorpius looked away and blew out a puff of smoke without removing the cigarette. "No, she isn't," he argued.
Lily could hear the smile in his voice, causing her to wonder if he actually believed his own words.
She shook her head in defeat and followed his gaze out over the lake. "You're oblivious."
"And you seem a bit too mischievous for your own good, cheeky," he said, eyeing her with a smirk.
She turned towards him, smiling at the nickname. "Maybe I am," she replied. "But at least I'm not as reckless as you, trouble."
"Who says a bit of trouble's a bad thing?" He asked, grinning at he cheekily.
She held his gaze for a moment, before laughing and looking back out over the water. "The trouble with trouble," she began, remembering something her uncle George had once told her, "is that it usually starts out as fun."
"Wise words," Scorpius said and took another sip of lemonade.
Lily reached over for her own lemonade and slowly took a sip. George had been referring to the mischief he and Fred had pulled at Hogwarts during their time there, like trying to enter the Tri-Wizard tournament while underage or disrupting O.W.L.s by flying in on brooms and setting off fireworks. But Scorpius was a different kind of trouble entirely. He was a boy, who didn't know what he wanted and didn't realize the repercussions of his actions until it was too late. Take Libby for example. She was completely infatuated with him, a fact Scorpius may or may not be aware of, yet by fooling around with her he opened a door that would not be easily shut. Lily didn't know Libby personally, but she didn't think the girl would take it lightly that their snog fest was just a one time thing for Scorpius.
"What are you thinking about?"
His words jerked her out of her trance.
"Hm?"
"You've got a look on your face."
Lily shook her head and smiled. "It's nothing."
He didn't pry.
"So, how are things with Dave?" He asked.
"Really good," Lily said, smiling fondly.
She and Dave had been going out for over half a year now. He was in Ravenclaw like her, but in Scorpius' year. Her parents had had a bit of a problem with the age difference at first, because fourteen seemed a lot younger than sixteen even though it was only two years. Victoire and Teddy also had a two year age gap, but they'd been seventeen and nineteen when they'd gotten together, so the maturity age gap had seemed smaller. Lily had been truly offended by the assumption that she might be too immature for this kind of relationship, but she knew now that they'd just been protective and in the end it didn't even matter, because she'd proven them wrong.
"Well, that's good. I'd hate to have to kick his arse," he said and nudged her playfully.
"Did Al put you up to that?" Lily groaned and smushed her cigarette butt into the wood. "Al and James have already given him shit about all that. I don't need you too."
"Relax," Scorpius laughed. "Dave's cool. He's shit at Quidditch, but he's still cool."
"Compared to you, everyone is shit at Quidditch," Lily commented.
Scorpius hummed contently, but didn't reply to that.
"So, have you heard anything form scouts?" Lily asked.
Scorpius nodded and he suddenly seemed nervous. "I got a letter from the Wasps, saying that they'd be sending a scout every game this year."
"Well, that's great! Isn't it?" Lily asked, puzzled by his sudden change in demeanor.
He nodded and pulled out another cigarette. "Yeah," he said, but he sounded unsure. "It just…" He trailed off and lit the cigarette with the tip of his wand. He inhaled deeply and exhaled through his nose. His eyes were closed and Lily realized he was trying to calm his nerves. Suddenly she felt stupid. She'd only ever smoked to come off as cool and just so she could say she'd done it. She never really thought that someone might do it to distract themselves, to muddle their anxieties.
"It just all comes down to this, you know," he said, his gaze fixed on the water. "This year is my chance. I have to be great. No room for screw ups."
Lily could hear her pulse pounding against her ear drums. When she thought of Scorpius she thought of a good-looking bloke with an easy smile and sparkling eyes. She thought of someone, who seemed so comfortable and confident flying around the pitch like nothing could break him, nothing could make him falter. But looking at him now, she realized he was just a seventeen year old boy with the weight of the world on his shoulders and that confident, occasionally cocky, facade was slowly starting to unravel under the pressure.
"I just want to prove that I can make it on my own. That I don't need my family's influence to be somebody."
"I know what that feels like," Lily murmured. "But despite what anyone else may think or say, you're going to make it big. I know it."
Scorpius laughed humorlessly. "Thanks."
Lily bit her lip, knowing what she'd said hadn't exactly been helpful. "Why are you so worried about it? I mean I know you want to prove something and I get that, believe me. But whom are you trying to prove it to?"
Scorpius scratched the back of his neck and sighed heavily. "My dad has told me for the longest time now that I have to be better than he was." He paused for a moment, collecting his thoughts. "I don't know… He said that all the rage, and fear, and panic I might be feeling, when the time comes for me to prove my worth, needs to be directed it into something positive or it'll consume me…like it did him. I need to load it into every movement. Every pass. Every catch. Every shot." He shook his head. "Sometimes I think he gets caught up in the past and he's not giving the advice to me, but to himself. As if when he looks at me, it's like he's looking in a mirror at a younger version of himself. If that even makes sense."
The pounding in her ears didn't reside. She scrambled for something to say, but came up blank. She was fifteen years old for crying out loud, how was she supposed to have the answer to anything that had anything to do with real life? She didn't have an answer. Nothing remotely comforting came to mind. He'd just opened himself up completely and she had nothing to give back.
"Oh, Jesus," Scorpius said suddenly and stood up. "Sorry, I just dumped that on you. I got carried away." He laughed nervously. "Forget what I just said, yeah?"
"No, no," Lily said and stood up quickly. "Don't apologize! I'm sorry. I wish I could give you an answer or advice, but…" she trailed off.
"It's okay, Lils. I didn't expect an answer. I didn't really mean to talk about any of that anyway."
"I'm glad you did," she said earnestly. "I just wish I could do more than just lend an ear."
They stood in an awkward silence, neither knowing what to say. Taking a leap of faith that he wouldn't step back, Lily stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him. She could feel his breath catch, but he returned the embrace. She didn't know exactly what she was trying to tell him. It was a number of things and although she couldn't put it into words, they both seemed to understand what it meant.
She pulled away and quickly jumped up and popped a smacking kiss on his cheek before she chickened out. "You're gonna make it big, trouble. I promise you that. Even if I have to train with you myself…just don't let it come to that."
He laughed and smiled at her in the most genuine kind of way. "Thanks, cheeky. I'm looking forward to it."
They settled back down onto the dock and fell into easy conversation again, ranging from Lily's yellow floral shorts to the things Scorpius was going to miss most about Hogwarts the following year. Neither realized or even imagined what would evolve from that white summer's day. It promised the beginning of a true friendship; one that flourished even on the darkest of summers. One where freedom was guaranteed and peculiarities accepted, where laughter was constant and trust everlasting, where tears were dried and hugs were warm, where promises were kept and never forgotten.
A/N: Et voilà mes chers lecteurs et mes chères lectrices! So the ending's a bit rushed, but I hope you liked that cute lil' oneshot. The stuff about white and dark summers is based off a post I saw on Instagram. I thought it was cute so I ran with it. Much love from moi and it would totally make my day if you left a review. I read all of them and reply to the ones I can!
