answer to prompt 28: one (or both) realizing they're in love
I wanted to make a joke about taking a stab at the 100 word drabble but this obviously ended up being longer, so.
The red stains wouldn't stop growing. Two figures stood over the prostrate body, glaring at it like they could guilt it into coming back to life.
James' hand on Lily's lower back pulled her in from a sea of worry, anchoring her in reality. She gratefully let herself be nudged toward the row of sinks.
While she rinsed off, he did his best to sop up the pool of blood. His drenched shirt stuck to his back and molded to his movements. She watched him work, leaning against the rim of the sink.
James turned, raising his eyebrows slightly. Lily showed him her clean hands and neck. His responding smile snaked down her throat and constricted her stomach.
He aimed the blood-soaked wads of toilet paper at the bin a few feet away, throwing them one by one. Grinning sheepishly at her over his shoulder, he went to pick up the ones that hadn't made it in, making sure to wipe the floor as he did.
Something clicked into place.
Lily looked over at the corpse, staring glassy eyed at the ceiling. He was the only witness to her sudden epiphany, but she needn't worry. Dumbledore wouldn't tell anyone.