Severus stood waiting, leaning against a twisted tree. His hands were in his pockets, but he removed them when he spotted Lily making her way down the hill.
Severus stared steadily at Lily, letting a small smile spread on his face. Her auburn hair made her look lively and bright, reminding Severus of the times she would smile at him.
Suddenly Severus's smile was swept away and replaced with guiltiness and remorse. He wished so much that he hadn't called her a mud-blood, or argued with her about the people they hung out with.
Severus's remorse was then replaced by boiling jealousy and hate for that James Potter. He thought he was king, did he? Seeker of the quidditch team and always getting in laughable trouble?
Severus's scowl lessened as Lily walked closer. Her green eyes were trying to hide confusion and regrets. Severus spoke up above the howling wind, although his tone was of that of a whisper.
"Do you want to see something magical, Lily?"