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8.6.11
Midsummer's Night
LilyLorcan
breathless, lantern, carnival
Lily was really something in the summer. Freed from the threat of exams and the bother of class and the hassles of Quidditch, she was almost a different person altogether. Lorcan would watch, when he was over at the Potters' house some days, Lily as she let go and surrendered herself to the magic of the summer.
The dark was when she was at her prettiest. The heat of midsummer's night would bring twin pink spots on her cheeks, her hair falling down her back in rivulets of red that appeared gold in the light of the lanterns that hung in the garden. She always wore something that flowed when she walked, like a skirt or something, so that when she spun around in circles, a carnival of colors, and the fabric lifted itself from her skin and around her like a tent, and her laughs punctuated the air until she fell in a heap on the grass, breathless. Lorcan would smile when she hit the floor, knowing that one day he'd get lucky and she'd fall into his arms instead. He knew that one day, he'd use that magic of midsummer's night to try his luck and approach her. But for now, just sitting here on the windowsill watching her was enough for him.