A/N: Long time, I know. But I didn't really have anything to write.
"Plain"
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It was the opinion of the general public that because Lily and James had such an eventful six years at Hogwarts, their seventh would be as grandeur.
It appeared on the outside that it was quite the opposite. They spent their time down by the lake or in the library, newly discovered by James. This did not stop the gossip hounds from fabricating imaginary lives for the two of them, anything from midnight trips to Hogsmead to a unicorn farm that mass marketed tail hairs.
Of course, none of them were true. Because, really, they were just as plain as they looked on the outside.
Yes, they were happy. They were in love, why wouldn't they be happy? But they didn't need to do anything. Maybe after years of chasing and repressing, they were tired of all the conflict. They had worked hard to get were they were, and they wanted to enjoy it.
Sunny afternoons just held much more allure then breaking rules and nasty words.
They were just happy to be.
A/N: Not very impressive, sorry.