Hairband
He was awed on days she wore a hairband.
A hairband meant she was feeling particularly mature. She floated on air when she walked the halls, almost seemed above the rest. They were the days she became the big sister, the days she was more of a mother to the first years than the head girl and a fellow student.
Hairband days were days where Lily could be anywhere, so long as she was surrounded by students. They were the days she felt the most rewarded by her tutoring, the days she was the most patient with her students.
Before they started dating he simply watched her go through the routine with awe and admiration. She was McGonagall's sharp mind with Dumbledore's quiet reassuring presence rolled into one gorgeous package. Now, he marvelled that she was his, that at the end of the day, the hairband would come off and this sophisticated, mature woman would curl up against him with a good book while he went over quidditch plays.
Hairband days were days of worship.
