It was his first time. The first time he's heard a muggle song, that is. It sounded strange in his ears, stranger than how Sirius looked as he sang it quite proudly on the top of his lungs with a sonorous charm, looking every bit as ridiculous as one could whilst sitting atop a broom with his arms positioned along his midriff in an attempt to imitate a guitar. Or is it a guitar? James was never one for music, never quite interested in anything other than his broomstick and the occasional ballroom dances throughout his childhood.
The thing is, weird as it may be, the tune was stuck in his head first, the lyrics not so much. And then he saw her. Her glorious red hair, those vivid pools of green, mirthful as if a mirror to spring--
"Lucy in the sky, with diamonds--"
Her- in a backdrop of the Scottish skies, looking every bit as radiant as the sun. No, like diamonds.
Lily in the sky, with diamonds. Resplendent in any way since that first handshake. In every way.
(Perhaps until he die. Perhaps forever.)
