A/N: I'M NOT DEAD. I was just in a museless, timeless coma for a very very long time. But it feels good to be awake, and writing again (:
She had this scarf, one that she wore every winter. All it took was the simple fluttering of one snowflake, and she would wear the scarf every day after until there wasn't a single patch of white on the ground.
It was a deep red, almost a burgundy, that you would think would clash horribly with her hair, but it didn't because she was Lily.
James loved this scarf. He loved seeing her wear it, because she always looked so happy when she had it on. He thought it was amazing that a simple article of clothing could completely encompass the warmth that surrounded her.
In their seventh year, she lost it. She was devastated, but not as much as he.
James spent every night for two weeks knitting her a new one, in the same exact color. He gave it to her as soon as he was done, and was surprised to find that this scarf made her even happier than the original.
That summer when she went home for the hols, she found it.
Every winter after, James wore it, tucked tightly around his neck with a broad smile on his lips.
A/N: I know I don't necessarily deserve it, but I would greatly appreciate it if you reviewed (: