A/N: For Jilytober Fest 2022, microfic prompt: trinkets
"You're a magpie."
Lily perched on his desk, legs swinging, watching him pick through boxes of trinkets. He had a collection Petunia would be jealous of. Seashells, yawning chess pieces, quidditch hoops as long as her pinky. James mussed his hair and looked up at her.
"I don't like Montrose," he said, puzzled. He was exceptionally cute like that, she thought, with his head cocked, a curious frown on his lips.
"No, but you collect shiny things," she explained. He absently stroked her calf.
"This isn't shiny," he said, showing her a rubber toy crup. Lily hummed.
"Same difference."
"How?!"
