AN: My first AN! AAH How proud that makes me! I was originally not going to write Authors notes because I wnated it to be just the story, nothing else. But
I must say you guys have blown me away with your reviews. Fantastic. I never drempt that people would actually like all my bull. I seriously dont call this a story
because its just me babbling! Anyway, Love you all so much and if you want to read another of my works look up my good friend Zanathir. We are writing
the Angelina story, its a bit different from anything ive ever written before so its a bit of a change, hopefully for the good. And without further comments, the story.
The breeze blew softly as James made his way down to the Gryffindor stand, humming, hands in his pockets, the wind carrying his merry tune. Upon reaching the stand he made his ascent to where Lily was waiting for him. She had somehow transfigured one of the benches into a couch, with a blanket spread over one of the arms, and a house elf standing off to the side, its wide eyes marvelling at the sky above. She smiled as he approached her, a current of air blowing her hair every which way.
James stepped forward, taking her outstretched hand, and made himself comfortable on the couch, moving to accommodate Lily's legs that he found were thrown over his own in a companionable gesture. "What can Twilit get masters?" questioned the house elf, bowing low to the ground.
"You need not bow Twilit," commented James, lifting the house elf's chin with the tip of his finger.
"Yes Master," was her reply, eyes shining with unshed tears.
After taking the teens orders Twilit was gone with a puff, leaving Lily and James alone. Snuggling closer, Lily directed their attention at the stars. The half moon was lighting up the night sky, aided my the sprinkling of stars shining brightly. Looking at the stars up there, James compared them to the smattering of freckles over Lily's nose.
The food arrived quickly, and the pair made a start on their plates full of roast chicken, gravy and pumpkin chips.
After the meal, both sat in silence gazing at the stars, the blanket spread across them.
"What's your favourite colour?" James asked suddenly. Lily pondered this before replying "Emerald Green," looking up at him, "What's yours?" James smiled a little at this before telling her his favourite colour was red, just like her hair.
Pulling out his camera, James took a photo of them, making a copy for himself.
"James, I was, uh, wondering," Lily started, seeming a little bit embarrassed, "If you er, if you'd like to make it official?" she muttered quickly.
"I'd, I'd L-" he started before getting interrupted by a massive bang.
"Good Merlin, what on earth was that!" he exclaimed, jumping a little. Lily giggled and pointed into the sky. Fireworks of brilliant purple, sapphire blue, red, pink, orange, every single colour James could think of were exploding out in front of them. It was amazing. Scanning the skies he saw three familiar figures circling high above on broomsticks. Ah the Marauders. A fireworks display would never be complete without them. The pops and bangs continued for a minute or so until the last one went off, which was by far the most spectacular. With a fizzle it went off, millions of different colours and threads, all to meet up and form an image, as the display became clearer, James grinned in awe. Before him was a perfect impersonation of Lily and Him, and as he watched the firework figures turned towards each other, and kissed delicately. With a flash it was over, but the memory was forever imprinted in the youth's mind.