three—fire
There was something that had changed about Lily, James thought as he watched her from the other side of the common room.
Something that wasn't as it had used to be.
Of course, she had kissed him two days ago, but it wasn't only that…
She sat bent over a huge book now, and she scribbled furiously on a piece of parchment while the fire danced next to her and reflected in her eyes. As if she wasn't on fire already.
But James couldn't quite decide if he liked this change. Sure, she looked as she used to look, she chewed on her lower lip as she used to do, but she wasn't the Lily he was used to.
Suddenly she lifted her head, probably sensing his gaze on her, and shot him a teeth-flashing grin. James' knees weakened and it was good he wasn't standing.
Okay, he definitely liked this change.
