four—snowflake
Lily almost choked. Had she just thought that? Had she just thought "Potter has really nice eyelashes"?
It just couldn't be…
But then he blinked again, and Lily couldn't deny it. Not when there was a snowflake caught in them and they almost touched his rosy cheeks, and they were black as coal from the now thawing snow.
"Lily, you're staring at James," Mary said with a nudge.
Lily quickly took a sip of butterbeer while Mary giggled.
"You were, you really were!"
"No, no, I so wasn't. I was just looking at them because they wouldn't close the door," Lily huffed.
"Sure," Mary said, shaking her head in disbelief. "Absolutely."
"It's true!"