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Hogwarts Romance Awareness Month- (Day 25)Your soulmate mark is only half complete and it completes itself when you spend time with your soulmate.Prompts: bonus- (object) diamond, (color) lemon yellow, (word) frantic

Song Lyrics Challenge: "So tell me you're mine, let's get it on." -Kinda Outta Luck by Lana Del Ray

Treasure Hunt: Water-bending image

Word Count: 1,911

Lily's finger absently traces the strange mark on her wrist. Along with her superpowers, it is one of the odd, unexplained things she's been born with.

She is watching Gone with the Wind, a timeless romance, while devouring a bag of potato crisps and inhaling a can of soda. It's her day off, so she's making the most of it.

Her cellphone rings. Lily peeks over the armrest and groans as she sees the unflattering contact photo of her best friend.

Lily mutes the television, tosses her half-eaten packet of crisps aside, and hits the answer button. Hestia's cheerful voice immediately blasts through the speakers, rendering Lily partially deaf and unable to comprehend the words she's hearing. What doesn't help her is the fact that Hestia's chattering away at a mile per second, berating Lily about something or the other. She vaguely understands the words "lazy" and "active", along with "outside." From that meager scraps of information, she gathers that she is supposed to be outside and enjoying the pleasant weather, not lounging around at home.

Lily placates Hestia quickly, assuring her she will meet her at the bar in fifteen minutes for drinks. This satisfies her and she agrees. Lily taps the end call icon and sets her phone aside, next to the abandoned packet of crisps.

She gets ready in her room, donning a white tank top and a lemon yellow cardigan. She slips on a pair of denim jeans, admiring her skinny waist. She slides her ring, the one that grants her her powers, into her purse, just in case. She never wears the ring unless absolutely necessary, to prevent any accidents.

She tiptoes out the front door, as to not rouse her landlady, who is a light sleeper. Once she exits the building, she increases her pace.

The bar lies just off of the vast beach, which spans many acres. It's serenity, the tranquil sound of the waves crashing against the shore never fails to comfort Lily. It allows her to experiment with her water-bending abilities. All she has to do is wear the ring and the water is at her mercy. She can control tidal waves and create monstrous tsunamis. She could destroy the world with her power.

But the man who'd gifted her the ring and also warned her that there might be another with deadly elemental magic just like her. So far, she had researched and discovered there could be fire, earth, or wind benders. It was only a matter of time before she met her equal.

The same man had also told her that her gifts carried a fortune. A half-completed symbol was imprinted upon her skin and would only become whole when she met her other half, who was also considered her soulmate or her downfall.

According to the wise old man, it had always been fire and water as soulmates, since they were opposites but completely compatible. Every water-bender, without fail, had fallen for a fire-bender.

So far, Lily had no clues as to who could possess the other capabilities, let alone the fire-bending.

…

The brief excursion to the bar led to a heated debate between Hestia's coworkers and herself over which drink was better to have after a breakup. Lily and some others voted for a martini, while Hestia and the rest insisted on whiskey.

Finally, the slightly tipsy group troops out of the bar. Lily is the only one sober ad she steers the group towards the beach.

The pass by a small group of teenage boys around Lily's age. One of them smiles at her in a friendly manner. He has glasses perched on his nose and untidy, jet black hair. He is shirtless, displaying his chiseled, bronzed chest and hardened abs.

Lily, against her will, blushes and smiles back nervously. Her companions titter irritatingly and she reddens even more.

But the boy is oblivious to her obvious attraction to him. He says a hasty hello before jogging away.

But that's not the last time she sees him. Her friends rib her constantly about him. She watches him participate in volleyball matches and wander around the beach with his friends. She notices little things about him, like the different smiles he has. Her favorite is that signature smirk of his, mischievous and sly.

She begins to dream about him. Some of them are erotic, some merely gestures of affection. In every dream, regardless of what's occurring, he murmurs huskily into her ear, "You're mine." This sends shivers down her spine.

She wakes up with a firm resolve every morning to go and talk to him, but it crumbles the moment she sees him in all of his handsome glory (A.K.A shirtless).

It's dispiriting. Lily doesn't even know his name.

She spies it on his navy backpack as he's lugging it around the beach. It's stitched in flawless yellow cursive.

James.

What a befitting name for such a good-looking specimen.

…

Lily finally musters up the courage to talk to him. She approaches him one evening as the sun dips below the horizon and the water is gently lapping at his toes.

He's not shirtless this time, which significantly boosts her confidence. Otherwise, she would've reduced to a pathetic puddle.

"Hi," she says anxiously, tucking back a loose strand of hair.

He looks up and Lily is struck by the way his handsome face glows in the dimming light. She is encompassed momentarily by the desire to melt.

"Hello," he replies, in his deep, manly voice, his eyes raking over her. She smiles.

"Have a seat." He politely pats the open space beside him and Lily hesitates before steeling herself and sitting down in the wet sand. Her posterior is soaked instantly, but she ignores it in favor of asking for his name.

"James," he answers kindly, "James Potter."

Her body is scorched from the heat he emits. It's almost like he's on fire, leaving behind scalding trail wherever he went…

They sat on the shore, the sun's rays dousing them with yellow light, and conversed on various subjects.

Lily discovers in no chronological order that James is pursuing a career in sports, his favorite color is gold (which Lily agrees with wholeheartedly—she's enamored with James's hazel eyes), and he likes Michael Jackson's music.

Once they learn everything about each other, he requests—almost shyly—that she accompany him on a sunset stroll tomorrow. Lily nearly has a heart attack right then.

Despite that, she enthusiastically consents and James looks pleased.

James goes the extra mile the next evening and actually comes to pick her up from her apartment complex. When she questions him on how he knew her address, he admitted it was Hestia who told him. Lily makes a mental note to thank the girl later.

The evening goes fantastically; James has packed a picnic for them and bashfully confesses that he really likes her.

"Lily," he murmurs affectionately, boldly clasping her hand and looking her straight in the eyes, "I fancy you."

She can see the genuineness in his eyes; he wants to kiss her but won't unless she permits him.

"I fancy you too," she returns, a radiant grin surfacing.

James's face lights up like a Christmas tree. "Excellent," he breathes, combing his unruly hair with his hand, "splendid."

"So?" Lily prompts, a teasing smirk curving her lips.

A devilish one rises to his own lips and he leans forward, capturing her lips in a sweet kiss.

The scene is picturesque. A gorgeous boy and a beautiful girl, lips locked together, arms entwined.

James's body is on fire and he feels a literal spark ignite in the palm of his hand, which is tightly gripping the small of Lily's back. Her dress is set aflame and she elicits a scream, jerking out of his embrace and fleeing.

James chases after her, trying to calm her down and gain control over the situation, but his efforts are futile. Lily is a fast runner and James finds himself struggling to keep up.

Finally, he loses sight of her at a thicket. She could've gone two ways; either to her house or to her best friend's flat. No matter where she'd disappeared, the fire had surely reached her skin by now.

Frantic, James randomly chooses a path and sprints away.

…

Lily ducks behind a tree, her dress still burning. Thankfully, she has her purse, so she extracts her ring and quickly slides it up her ring finger.

Energy surges through her and she feels rejuvenated. Her burn heals itself and the fire is extinguished. The pain fades away and she sighs in relief.

Then she notices something curious on her arm. The misshapen image etched onto her arm is now complete and full. It is shaped like a flame and Lily's mind travels back to the beach, where she and James were sharing a romantic first kiss and—

Sweet Jesus, she'd completely forgotten about James! The poor boy must be distressed by her actions and panicked that he'd screwed things up with her. She couldn't exactly blame the boy.

Her mind darts to the initial ignition of the fire.

She had felt a spark in his hand, but she'd assumed it was just from the electricity transmitted through the kiss. But now, as she thought back on it, the flame had originated from James, and the newly completed image on her arm was a flame…that could only mean…

Without missing a beat, Lily dashes off, her mind intent on consoling him.

…

James ruffles his hair in despair. Lily is nowhere to be seen and he is agitated. What if something had happened to her? What if she wasn't able to put out the fire that he had unintentionally caused.

A sudden flash of ruby catches his eyes and he watches, mesmerized, as Lily skids out from the thicket, her eyes connecting with his straightaway.

She's panting, her hair is a tangled mess, her emerald eyes are tired, but she has never looked more stunning to him before nowadays .

They collide in each other's arms and Lily whispers, "Roll up your sleeve."

He pulls away fleetingly, pushes his sleeve up, and receives the shock of his life.

Tattooed on the sinewy muscle of his forearm is a tidal wave, but the complete version of it.

"How—?"

Lily answers his question by presenting her own arm to him. He spots a flame delicately stamped onto her pale skin.

"It just became whole," she whispers, "It's no longer incomplete. This just happened, and you're the only person I've been involved with for a while."

He feels another shock roll through his body. "That old man—elemental magic—"

"We're soulmates, James," Lily says in elation, realization dawning in her green eyes, "we're soulmates!"

James can hardly believe this himself, yet he coils his arms around Lily's slim waist and lifts her jubilantly into the air.

"We're soulmates!" he shouts for the world to hear, "We're soulmates!"

And one blissful year later, he finds himself down on one knee, holding open a velvet box, with a shimmering diamond resting atop a gold band, forming an exquisite ring.

"Yes," she replies, overjoyed, and he slips the ring onto her dainty finger and lifts her into air in celebration. She squeals in protest, but he eventually sets her down and seals their engagement with a passionate, searing kiss.

For fire and water are opposites, but they can love no matter what.

A/N: I know this story is substandard, riddled with errors and contradictions, and makes no sense, but I honestly don't care right now. It's 2:30 in the morning and I desperately need to sleep. I may get around to editing it, but no guarantees.