Sigh
James Potter looked up and saw only one thing: Lily Evans, long red hair billowing around her face in a halo, was laughing.
Stories were being shared with her friends as she recounted the day's happenings over a generous helping of treacle tart.
James Potter sighed.
Lily Evans looked.
James Potter smiled tentatively.
Slowly, Lily Evans smiled back.
From behing his back, James Potter heard three distinct, and frankly overdramatic sighs.
Ignoring the performances of his fellows, hazels met emeralds, both daring to hope.
Kinda like this one... I don't know. I guess I just need your opinons!