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Romance Awareness Month at Hogwarts: Your soulmate's name is written on your wrist.
Prompts: (word) rare
Word count: 354
Lily cried out as her wrist burned and the same time, she faintly heard, "Wotcher Evans—Merlin, are you okay?!"
For Lily's legs had buckled, her face had whitened with pain, but she was trying to suppress her agony. She bit down on her tongue so hard it drew blood.
"Evans? Can you hear me?" James was hovering over her, his hazel eyes wide with apprehension and fear. "C'mon, Evans, answer!"
"Hospital wing!" she gasped as her wrist began to burn even more. She shut her eyes.
James wasted no time, scooping her up in his arms—she was as light as a feather—eliciting a muffled protest from Lily but ignoring it as he sprinted to the hospital wing.
"Prongs, why the hurry—?" Sirius tried to halt him, but he saw Lily in his arms and James with a frantic expression on his face. Alarmed, he lead the way, telling students to move out of his way.
"Out of the way!" he barked at a scrawny firstie, who cowered away. He made a mental note to apologize later.
As they reached the doors to the infirmary, Sirius flung them wide open and James paused, depositing Lily on the nearest bed.
"Nurse! Nurse!" Sirius yelled.
Madam Pomfrey came running out of her storage room. "Mr Black, I—heavens!"
She raced to Lily's side and ordered the two boys sharply, "Out."
"But—"
"My patient and I need privacy so I can treat her," Madam Pomfrey explained crisply, "so get out!"
Muttering mutinously under their breaths, the pair retreated from the room. They opted to sit outside in the corridor, their backs against the wall, and pray that Lily was all right.
Inside of the hospital wing, Madam Pomfrey inspected Lily's wrist. "Well, it appears there is nothing major, Miss Evans," she said, and Lily released a sigh of relief.
"However," the matron continued and Lily froze, "it seems that you have identified your soulmate. His name was written on your wrist just now. It's not a rare phenomenon; it happens to everyone."
"My soulmate?" asked Lily dubiously, "What on Earth—?"
Madam Pomfrey shoved Lily's wrist towards her. Seared into her skin, in red, swollen letters, was the name James Potter.
Her heart stopped.