26.
8.11.11
Coconut Macaroon
Molly & James
burst, parade, gemstone
"Ready?"
Molly squinted in the darkness, through the fog that hung over the lake ominously. James was standing beside her, bending his knees, just waiting for her to say the word.
"Are you seriously doing this?" she asked. There was no one around, at least, there shouldn't be, it being well past curfew, but she still felt the need to whisper. "You said you wanted to just relax by the lake, not to jump into it!"
James grinned, his pearly whites a burst of brightness in the dark of the night. He had a mischievous look about him glittering deep in his eyes like a couple of gemstones and it made Molly smile. James had always been her favorite cousin, adventurous and bold and jarringly different from the rest of the family—but sometimes a little too different.
"What are you waiting for, a parade?" he asked impatiently.
Molly pursed her lips. "We could get into serious trouble, you idiot. You're at Hogwarts, not at home. We're jumping into the lake, not stealing your mother's coconut macaroons."
"And as I recall, you were just as wary then as you are now," he laughed. "Come on, cuz. Live a little."
And he pushed her right in.
She gave him an unholy tongue bashing afterwards and some fist bashing, as well, but couldn't stop herself from smiling throughout.