pairing: JamesRoxanne
prompt: 'candles'
Roxanne was... special.
Her tan skin was soft, her darkdarkdark red locks were pin-straight, lying down her back.
But it wasn't okay for James to love her.
In a perfect world, cousins would be allowed to get married, to be in love without it being taboo.
But life didn't work like that.
He may have been James Sirius Potter, master prankster of his generation, son of Harry James Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, but she was Roxanne Weasley, his best friend's baby sister and his cousin.
Their relationship consisted of stolen kisses on top of the astronomy tower, in the Room of Requirement, surrounded by candles, in various broom cupboards.
Of hand touches when no one was looking.
Of reassuring glances at each other when one another was nervous.
Their love was forbidden.
And James, James couldn't stand leading her on anymore. So instead of showing up to one of their meetings, he came early and left as soon as he deposited the bundle in his arms.
Two flowers, as well as a tiny scrap of parchment.
An acacia and a tuberose, for their secret forbidden love.
The note read simple words.
I'm sorry, Roxy. Sorry that our love is forbidden. Sorry that we aren't allowed to show our affection. But most of all, sorry for being a coward. For not being able to say this to your face. But just know, Roxy-anne, that I... I love you.
A single tear rolled down her cheek.
She never spoke to James Sirius Potter again, for the rest of their lives.