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Lily Evans walked out of the hall, very satisfied with herself. She climbed upstairs, and went into her room. After James had left the ball Remus had agreed that Lily won fair and square. She spent the rest of the night with a handsome 7th year. She sat down on her bed, thinking about the dances with the 7th year. She felt something odd underneath her. Lily sat up and saw the box that James had given her. She carefully opened the box, there was something covered in tissue paper. She slowly unwrapped the tissue paper, and gasped. Inside there was a sparkling white robe. It was enchanted to sparkle whatever color she was feeling. Right now it was sparkling purple; surprise. There was a piece of parchment that had what every color meant. Underneath that piece of paper, there was a note attached. It said Dearest Lily,
This past year has been like a dream. You are a wonderful girl, and I am so lucky that I have you. What I am about to say is something that I have never felt before. When I see you, I feel like I have been shocked. When you smile at me, I feel as if nothing can go wrong. When I hold your hand I feel as if this is how it is meant to be. What I am trying to say is I love you, Lily Evans, and nothing will ever change that. I hope that we will always be together.
Love always and forever, James Potter
Lily stared up at the reflection of herself in her mirror; she couldn't believe what she saw. The great Lily Evans was crying. Yes, crying. Last time she cried was when her grandmother died. That was 6 years ago. What am I crying about? She asked herself. What I did wasn't bad, he knew it was coming; this was too good to be true for him. But inside she knew that she was the one who was wrong. Wiping her tears, and standing up she placed the robe in her trunk, away from view.
It was the last day of the semester, and no one had seen James. Word had it that he had gone home after the humiliation at the ball. Lily grabbed her things, and sighed staring at the castle. She was going home, that was good. Away from all the expectations and popularity, away from everyone who thought of her as Lily Evans, the heartbreaker and beautiful prankster. Home, where she was known as just Lily, where her family would welcome her with open arms, and where there was no standard to live up to. She smiled to herself as she thought of Petunia. Petunia had written saying that she had met the perfect guy. He was handsome and brilliant, and Lily couldn't wait to meet him. The ride home was uneventful; the group parted and went their separate directions, knowing they would see each other the next year. And Lily Evans returned home, to see the family she loved.
Lily Evans walked out of the hall, very satisfied with herself. She climbed upstairs, and went into her room. After James had left the ball Remus had agreed that Lily won fair and square. She spent the rest of the night with a handsome 7th year. She sat down on her bed, thinking about the dances with the 7th year. She felt something odd underneath her. Lily sat up and saw the box that James had given her. She carefully opened the box, there was something covered in tissue paper. She slowly unwrapped the tissue paper, and gasped. Inside there was a sparkling white robe. It was enchanted to sparkle whatever color she was feeling. Right now it was sparkling purple; surprise. There was a piece of parchment that had what every color meant. Underneath that piece of paper, there was a note attached. It said Dearest Lily,
This past year has been like a dream. You are a wonderful girl, and I am so lucky that I have you. What I am about to say is something that I have never felt before. When I see you, I feel like I have been shocked. When you smile at me, I feel as if nothing can go wrong. When I hold your hand I feel as if this is how it is meant to be. What I am trying to say is I love you, Lily Evans, and nothing will ever change that. I hope that we will always be together.
Love always and forever, James Potter
Lily stared up at the reflection of herself in her mirror; she couldn't believe what she saw. The great Lily Evans was crying. Yes, crying. Last time she cried was when her grandmother died. That was 6 years ago. What am I crying about? She asked herself. What I did wasn't bad, he knew it was coming; this was too good to be true for him. But inside she knew that she was the one who was wrong. Wiping her tears, and standing up she placed the robe in her trunk, away from view.
It was the last day of the semester, and no one had seen James. Word had it that he had gone home after the humiliation at the ball. Lily grabbed her things, and sighed staring at the castle. She was going home, that was good. Away from all the expectations and popularity, away from everyone who thought of her as Lily Evans, the heartbreaker and beautiful prankster. Home, where she was known as just Lily, where her family would welcome her with open arms, and where there was no standard to live up to. She smiled to herself as she thought of Petunia. Petunia had written saying that she had met the perfect guy. He was handsome and brilliant, and Lily couldn't wait to meet him. The ride home was uneventful; the group parted and went their separate directions, knowing they would see each other the next year. And Lily Evans returned home, to see the family she loved.