Bit of a strange one this was...not sure how I feel about it.
Prompt: Embers
She was curled up in her favourite arm chair in the Heads common room, holding a book but not really reading it. James was lying on the couch, not quite asleep but not quite awake.
Lily smiled as she watched the embers in the fireplace flicker and fade, then spark up again only to fade. One thing she noticed was that they never went out. There was always a spark, no matter how faint, the fire never went out.
Looking at James she realized that was what love was like. A fire. It starts out as something small, barely existing, but then it grows and gets brighter and the flames rise a little higher and higher until it's a roaring fire. Even though the flame may flicker, even though James and Lily may have their issues and they don't always get along, there was always that spark to ensure that the flame will never die.
When you find your fairytale prince, your love will survive every test that life can throw at you, Lily mused to herself, and James is my fairytale prince.
She smiled to herself and fell asleep dreaming of her prince.
