Chapter 28: Lily

Candle flavour: blueberry scone

Extra prompts: marvel, cedar, ice


Lily liked to think she was a marvel. The only Potter girl, the only red-head in her little family (ignoring her extended family, where most of them were girls and red-heads for two a penny), she acquired an almost mythical status (in her head, at least), and that inflated her sense of self-worth.

Boys threw themselves at her feet, but her ice-queen demeanour didn't attract the one boy she wanted: Lysander Scamander, with soft blonde hair, a love of scones and anything sweet and eyes the precise colour of blueberries. He insisted on chasing after her cousin Molly, and though nothing ever worked, he contiued to try anyway. Every sideways glance and half-concealed sigh was like a red-hot needle piercing her skin.

Lily liked to think she was a marvel; but she knew, deep down, that she was anything but.


Was that confusing? It confused me, and I wrote it. Not a good sign...

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