Prompts: "Did you say something?", "No, you're not," starry sky, tempting, white dress, "I'm doomed," and lost and found.
Word Count: 260
Narcissa wonders why people wish on stars.
Stars. They've never helped us; too far away to care. What does it matter if they shine? They're dead, cold to the core, and all we're seeing is an echo. A memory.
"The only thing stars are good for are supernovas," Narcissa mutters to herself.
"Did you say something?" An amused voice asks from behind her. She turns with a jolt, fingers clasped around the ledge. The starry sky smirks.
"No." James laughs outright, and joins her at the edge of the tower. She's in a pale white dress too much like Andromeda's; he's still in his Slytherin robes, edged with silver and gleaming under the starlight.
His eyes seem heavy. And the silver seems cold.
He toes the line carefully, and stands too close. Narcissa's hand reaches out, gently digging her nails into his arm, fighting tooth and nail to drag him back.
"I'm doomed," James whispers, and he looks down. It's so dark you can't see where exactly you'd hit the ground. It's tempting.
"No, you're not," Narcissa says slowly. She digs her fingers harder into his bicep; he doesn't wince.
Instead, he turns and he stares at her. She realises, just once, that it's not his eyes that are heavy; it's his whole being, from the way his shoulders slump to the black curls hanging low over his eyes. James is lost.
(and maybe -)
(-maybe she can find him-)
When Narcissa leans forward and kisses him, the stars don't stop shining - but maybe they shine a little brighter.