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Sparkling Lemon
MollyScorpiusLily
amaranthine, exquisite, spritz
Molly hated hated hated Scorpius.
And Lily. God, she hated Lily.
The two of them together, they were nothing short of lethal. Molly couldn't even imagine what it must have even like to be Lily's poor brothers, having to deal with those two batting eyelashes at each other and making kissy faces over the table day in and day out. She only had to endure the ridiculous puppy love when she visited the Potters because the days she spent at the Potters' just so happened to coincide with when the Slytherin prince would decide to come calling.
It was disgusting, watching Lily in all her amaranthine, sparkling, just bloomed beauty flush over every little thing Scorpius told her. She could hardly watch as Scorpius pressed tiny kisses over Lily's exquisite face when he thought no one was looking. "Adorable," Aunt Ginny would croon whenever she saw them, but the truth was that seeing them together was about as adorable as a lemon being squeezed right into your eye, a big, fat, juicy lemon that wasn't stingy with its spritzes.
Scorpius and Lily. How juvenile. How obscene and bittersweet and gross.
And how Molly wished to be in her place.