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Written for @jilymicrofics Prompt: Creature Word Count: 582

All house-elves were supposed to perform their work unseen by the wizarding population. It was no easy task in a castle filled with hundreds of people wandering its corridors at all hours, which was why most house-elves did their work at night.

The arrangement had given many wizards the mistaken impression that house-elves were nocturnal creatures. They were not. Night simply offered the greatest opportunity to work without being observed.

Wipple was particularly skilled at navigating Hogwarts' maze of tunnels, secret passages, and hidden shortcuts. As a result, whenever the Office of House-Elf Relocation assigned a new elf to the school, it was Wipple's responsibility to guide them through the castle and teach them how to move about unnoticed.

It also meant that Wipple witnessed far more than most elves.

He saw students sneaking from their dormitories after curfew. He observed clandestine meetings, illicit study sessions, secret duels, and romantic rendezvous. He overheard whispered gossip, dramatic confessions, and elaborate schemes shared by students who assumed no one was listening.

The students rarely noticed him. It gave Wipple a great advantage in observing and learning about wizard behavior, studying the species up close without them knowing. 

"Hello, Wipple."

Wipple looked up to find Mr. Potter stepping into the passageway ahead. Unfortunately, Mr. Potter was not most students.

Wipple had long ago abandoned any attempt to hide from Potter and his friends during his nightly rounds. If he stopped to conceal himself every time one of them appeared, he would never accomplish any work. They seemed to spend almost as much time wandering the castle after curfew as they did attending classes.

"That's a rather large pile of laundry you've got there," Potter said, eyeing the stack balanced in Wipple's arms. "Need a hand taking it to the wash?"

"No, Mr. Potter," Wipple replied. "Wipple can manage."

"Of course you can," Potter said cheerfully. "But I'm happy to help if you need it."

As always, Wipple found himself unsure how to respond.

Mr. Potter was not like the other pure-blood students Wipple had encountered during his years at Hogwarts. Most barely acknowledged the existence of house-elves. Some ignored them entirely. A few shouted at them. Others treated them like pieces of furniture that happened to move on their own.

Potter, meanwhile, greeted elves by name. He asked how they were doing. He thanked them for their work. He spoke to them as though they were people.

Wipple did not know what to make of it.

Surely Potter understood the natural order of things. Every wizard child learned that house-elves existed to serve wizarding families. Yet Potter behaved as though that distinction did not matter.

At times, Wipple wondered whether Potter was playing some elaborate joke that only he understood.

Yet if it was mockery, it was a remarkably committed one.

Potter had somehow convinced Mr. Black—who was far more distant with the elves than Potter himself—to learn the names of every elf they encountered. On one memorable occasion, the pair had personally escorted a frightened young elf, newly assigned to Hogwarts, all the way back to the house-elf quarters after she became lost.

How they had discovered where the elves lived remained a mystery that continued to trouble Wipple. Most wizards never gave a single thought to where house-elves went when they were not serving meals or cleaning rooms.

Potter had apparently investigated.

Yes, Wipple decided as he watched the young wizard disappear down the corridor.

A/N: Excited for these microfics. Hoping the muse sticks with me haha. Thank you for organizing @jilymicrofics!! <3

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“It bewitches the mind…esnares the senses…”

“Isn’t that Polyjuice?”

“Amortentia you dunces,” James groans, grabbing Lily’s hand before she can wander off the path again, “And you have drunk neither. You’re just a couple of ijits who decided firewhiskey and the Forbidden Forest make a perfect pair.”

“Hey – Jemmy,” Sirius hisses in what he clearly believes is a whisper, “Let the whiskey liberate your inner mischief manager.”

“I’m clearly already a class A mischief manager,” James grumbles, hooking a finger in Sirius’ nearest belt loop and tugging him in. Hopefully they either purged before he got here or he’ll at least have Remus on assist when they get back to the tower. 

Lily leans against his shoulder, which really shouldn’t make his heart thud while she’s honestly being a bit of a prat, but it does and he’s probably more of an idiot than either of the drunken asses he is currently herding toward the castle. 

While he briefly considers whether doing this as Prongs would be either A) more enjoyable or B) more effective, Lily grasps his tie and nuzzles a little too close for his sanity. “Ja-,” she clears her throat and puts on her best prefect impression, “James, I ‘m not an ‘ijit.’”

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Written for @jilymicrofics Prompt: Liberation Word Count: 426

The Hogwarts house-elves were not accustomed to visitors in the kitchens.

Occasionally, a professor would wander in for a late-night snack, or a student would accidentally stumble through while searching for a bathroom or a secret passage. Those visits were brief and infrequent.

What the elves were not prepared for was the steady invasion of two particular students who, entirely independently of one another, had decided that the kitchens were the perfect place to hide, mope, and wallow in their feelings.

"Now, Tipsy," said Giggy, scrubbing a cauldron with far more force than necessary, "Giggy is not one for talkings of liberation, but if Miss Evans and Mr. Potter is coming down here for one more evening of sighing and staring into space, Giggy shall knit himself a sweater and be leaving."

"Don't be saying such awful things!" Tipsy squeaked, swatting him with a drying cloth. "Tipsy does not like hearing about elves leaving!"

Wipple looked up from the sink where he was polishing goblets.

"Perhaps," he said thoughtfully, "it is not the elves who is needing liberation."

The kitchen fell silent.

"Then who is?" asked Tipsy.

"Mr. Potter and Miss Evans, of course," said Wipple. "They is trapping themselves in a terrible prison of feelings."

"A prison of feelings?" Giggy repeated.

Wipple nodded gravely.

"Mr. Potter sits at that table and sighs."

"He does sigh very loudly," another elf agreed.

"And Miss Evans comes down two hours later and sighs at the very same table."

"Sometimes at the same spot," whispered Tipsy.

"Exactly," said Wipple. "They is both believing their love is unreturned, when any elf with eyes can see different."

A murmur of agreement spread through the kitchen.

"It is making the soup taste sad," one elf complained.

"And the bread," another added.

"The whole kitchen is suffering," said Giggy solemnly.

"So Wipple thinks we should help them."

Tipsy's eyes widened.

"Help them?"

"Help them see what every elf in Hogwarts already knows," Wipple said. "Then they can be courting each other somewhere that is not the kitchens."

"Oh!" Tipsy clasped her hands together. "That would be a wonderful service."

"It would be a great service," Giggy agreed. "House-elves serves Hogwarts, and Hogwarts would be much happier if those two stopped moping near the pastry shelves."

"Hear, hear!" cried several elves.

Wipple straightened proudly.

"Then it is decided. Operation Liberate Mr. Potter and Miss Evans shall begin at once."

"And when they is finally together," Giggy declared, raising a wooden spoon like a sword, "the kitchens shall know peace again."

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May never looked so hot!

Chapter 3: Potter, Padfoot, and Pizza

“Marley was very quick to let me know you’re single after showing me several interesting photos of you." James smiled faintly, clearly enjoying the moment far too much. “I was wondering how committed that 'single' label is for you.”

“Don’t start,” Lily immediately pointed a warning finger at him. “This is just a custody exchange.”

James raised both hands in exaggerated innocence. “Custody exchange implies you want something out of this relationship.”

“Your dog,” Lily shot back, “I didn’t mean you, you arrogant prick.” 

“You absolutely did.” James shrugged, entirely unfazed. 

“You’re truly the most arrogant bloke I’ve met,” Lily informed him, trying to deflect.

“So I’ve been told,” James replied cheerfully as his gaze drifted over her again—slow, deliberate, and completely unapologetic. “But I can tell you like being checked out as much as I enjoyed watching you steal my dog in the park,” he added lightly. “So what does that make you? Vain? Egotistical? A pet thief?”

Hi love bug!!! I hope you're having a magical weekend.

Ugh, truthfully, these asks are so hard to answer. Anyone else have a hard time picking? I alwayssssss change my mind!

The Prophet's Journal 

Summary

Lily liked to believe (no, she insisted) that she could handle the visions. That if she just stayed calm and clever enough, she could outwit fate like it was an overdramatic entry in her diary, not a prophet's fable. The trouble was, fate didn’t seem particularly interested in being rewritten. And Lily (undoubtedly brilliant, historically stubborn, and slightly sleep-deprived) was both a Seer and a Muggleborn in her sixth year at Hogwarts. She sees it as a cursed combination, really, when all she wants is to kiss some cute boys, become Head Girl next year, and hold her friendships together without worrying she might someday dream of them all dying under her forced gaze. It was all a bit much for a girl who also kept having visions about snogging a certain boy with messy black hair.

Smutty Saturday: The Animagus Factor 

Summary

After a long week as Prongs, James is struggling with the lasting side effects of being a hormonal teenager. Sharing his body with a rutting Stag certainly doesn’t help his case. As a result, his girlfriend gets really lucky thanks to her perfume that has been spiraling him into utter madness. All smut, little plot, for team sin on tumblr ♥️

Haircut 

Summary

James cuts his hair. Lily has a midlife crisis at seventeen because of it. Based on the cutest comic done by my muse and favourite human on earth @constancezin

The Golden Globes Incident 

Summary

James Potter cannot get a decent interview in with Lily Evans. It's mostly because any time they get together it's all banter and wit, which leaves the couple no time for seriousness. one shot. @victoria8719 on Tumblr asked me to re-create the Andrew Garfield interview at the golden globes but with jily, and this is the result.

Love Potion 

Summary

“Oops, that was your foot, wasn’t it? Never mind, mercifully you have two. One to spare…”

Lily was laughing, her head dipped back, the loose locks of dark red hair dancing around her shoulders as they went round and round.

One, two, three…one, two, three…

“Oh, god, watch out—!”

“I did tell you I was terrible at this,” said James as they nearly trampled a house-elf and toppled a whole mess of puddings.

“You did,” agreed Lily, through another enchanting burst of laughter, “and I appreciate your honesty.”

“I’m going to twirl you now.”

“Don’t you dare!”

“Ah, Evans, you said the word. Now I have to.”

“What word?”

“Dare.”

— The Last Enemy by @chdarling

Lily (!!)

He gave her his shoulder.

She kept it.

I wanted to show them young and vulnerable. Because, after all, what are angry teens if not young, vulnerable kids?

Can I say I was very inspired by @ohhevans's work ?

Because I was. I am.

James looked positively terrified. And Lily’s stomach began to ache from how hard she was laughing.

“They won’t hurt you James”, She patted his shoulder and slowly took the bag of birdseed from him. James only glanced at her in horror before backing away from the swarm of ducks.

“I swear to Merlin, that one was running at me!”, he pointed accusingly at a small black duck. “Yeah, because you had food, moron”, Lily chuckled.

Once they’d gotten very far from the very scary ducks, James pulled out a picnic blanket so they could sit by the lake near her house.

It was so odd having James here in her hometown during the summer. Like he was only supposed to exist at Hogwarts.

And not that she’d ever admit it, but Lily had been looking forward to this visit since they’d gotten on the train.

Now James was pulling out various containers from a bag he’d transfigured to fit in his pocket and laying them out.

A flask of what smelled like apple cider, chicken salad sandwiches, and a tin of jammie dodgers. Just some of Lily’s favorite foods.

“How’d you even know?”, Lily shoved his shoulder when she noticed the smug smile creeping upon his face, “You’re such a creep”, she teased.

James shrugged, “I pay attention,” he handed her a cup of cider and waggled his eyebrows, “Typical of the world’s best boyfriend I’d reckon”.

“Self satisfied twat,” Lily groaned around a bite of sandwich. James snickered before kissing her cheek and leaning back on his arms.

If Lily’s face grew warm at the view of James’ hair glinting in the light of the sunset, or the pull of his shoulders under his shirt, it could be blamed on the humidity.

When it grew dark, James had already recounted all the stupid situations he and Sirius got into since they’d come home, and Lily had ranted enough about being stuck here with her extended family, so they began walking back to her house.

Hand in hand they walked the eroded stone street, talking just to talk.

“Look,” James bumped her arm and nodded toward a pair of ducks huddled close amongst the reeds, “It’s you and me”, he smiled so earnestly Lily’s heart could only swell.

She grasped the back of his neck, pressing their lips together softly. His arms came solid around her back, and when they pulled back he went cross eyed for a moment.

snowy day at station

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