Rain
It was one of those off days for James Potter.
For one thing, it was raining. And it was the kind of rain that could stop anyone from doing anything outdoors... specifically training on the Quidditch pitch.
There were also rare occasions (extremely rare, mind you) when three out of the four Marauders were invited to detention and the other was left to his own devices in the common room.
This was one of those rarities.
So, with nothing to do and no one to talk to, James Potter was forced to sit idly by the window and look over his notes.
Occasionally, the sound of the pelting rain would cause his eyes to drift ever so slightly away from his NEWT revisions and in the direction of the fire.
However, his view of the roaring flames was obscured by a certain Lily Evans.
Not that he minded.
Particularly because this Lily Evans had just raised a hand and waved in his general direction.
Looking around his person to find the lucky sod she was waving at, James was pleasantly surprised to find no one. Which meant...
Lily Evans was waving... and smiling... at him.
So the only logical thing to do in this situation was to raise his hand slowly and wave back.
And as he turned his wandering eye back to his notes, James decided that things were definitely looking up today.
Hey, all! I know this one's not very good (my opinion), but I think it will help me get back in my groove. I've been away for a while and I'm sorry! Anybody got any more prompts? My mind has become jelly as of late. Thanks for sticking with me!