I missed the last round, so this is round 3.
Round 3: Playground
Wordcount: 272
For Lily Evans, the playground was the only place where she could relive her dreams. She couldn't risk doing magic anywhere except for the playground.
Sometimes, she went with her sister, Petunia. But most of the time, she went alone.
The playground was often deserted except for Lily. It was only her, the rusty swings, the dulled red slide, and the bushes.
She could fly. She could make a flower bloom in a second. She could do anything at the playground of dreams.
For Severus Snape, the playground was a place where he could see dreams being made true.
Of course, they weren't his own dreams. They were Lily's, and he indulged himself on watching her from the bushes whenever he could.
Her sister was just a useless muggle, and he was always disappointed when she was brought along and made rude comments about magic. She always made the dreams end, too.
Severus knew for sure that Lily would get a letter inviting her to Hogwarts. She was such a talented little witch that Severus himself wouldn't be able to go to Hogwarts if Lily didn't get a letter.
Her sister, on the other hand, had not a drop of magical blood. She wouldn't be going to Hogwarts with him and Lily. Severus was fine with that, though.
He longed to come out the bushes some day and befriend Lily and leave the sister behind, but he knew that they would tease him about his shabby, oversized, and dirty clothes, and his eternally greasy hair.
So Severus just stayed in the bushes and continued watching Lily Evans and the playground of dreams.