A/N: Written for the Setting Boot Camp for setting: the Quidditch Pitch and prompt: 012 – platonic.
The Quidditch Pitch
Drabble 19: It was More the Idea of Her
'I'm sorry Sev.'
Lily's red hair was beautiful, catching the afternoon light reflecting off the Quidditch hoops. For Severus, it might be the last time he saw her like this.
He was wringing his hands anxiously. 'Please,' he burst. 'Isn't there anything I can do?'
Lily thought for a moment, before shaking her head. 'If you did do the thing that would let me accept you again, then you will have done it for the wrong reasons.'
Cryptic, but wise: that was Lily Evans in a nutshell and he had ruined everything he had with her.
She sighed.
Severus looked down. 'I –' He hesitated. 'I don't want to lose you.'
Lily looked at him. 'Avery,' she said slowly. 'Mulciber. Malfoy. Lestrange. These are the people you call your friends now, and you know I can't condone them.'
'I'll stay away from them,' Severus said desperately. 'I – I'll forget about them.'
But Lily was shaking her head again. 'You can't. Not like this.' She paused, then turned. 'I better go now.'
'No, wait.' But there was nothing he could to keep his first friend. 'I loved you.'
Lily froze for a moment, her shoes sinking lightly into the damp grass of the Quidditch pitch. Then, without turning back, she shook her head for the time.
'I think…' she said slowly, 'it was more what I represented…'
He wanted to scream that she was wrong, wrong, but then she was gone, taking the light of the sun with her as well.