and you're just a pretty little afterthought.

“This is stupid.”

“Shut up and sign it.”

“Best friends forever, right?”

“Forever.”

“Good”

Tick-tock, Lily Luna.

"You look lovely." he says, cool breath brushing the back of Lily's neck. Her insides rage, and she forgets how to breathe.

Teddy promised he’d always be there for Lily, through thick and thin.

Teddy loved things that had answers. Arithmancy, no matter how hard he had to work at it, always ended up either right or wrong, and so he loved it. Victoire was easy to figure out, and so he loved her. But the year he turned eleven, something arrived in his life that didn’t make any sense. Lily was maddening and flighty, all teasing grins and tangled red curls. She was the biggest puzzle he’d come across yet and Teddy was hell-bent on solving her.

(Except, somewhere along the way, he fell in love with her instead.)

The stars were like Lily, beautiful and bright and always too far away. They enraptured him, and soon enough he was papering the walls of his flat with starcharts and spending his nights peering into an ancient Muggle telescope. Lily joined him more often than not, bringing him hot chocolate and biscuits when he forgot to eat, pouring over his charts and telling him stories of her summers with the dragons. She loved the constellations and their legends, and one day he mapped them in her freckles.

Lily went back to school eventually, and it was too cold for even him to stay out on the roof, so he retreated indoors and devoted his attention to tracking the stars he observed. His fingertips became permanently black with ink, and months passed without his notice until one day when James burst in out of breath and asked if he’d seen Lily.

She was gone, just like that. All of her things were still in her flat, her owl hooting indignantly at the draft coming in the open window. Teddy stayed at the Potters under the guise of helping with the search, but really he couldn’t bear to be in his flat, where he kept expecting her to Floo in, drop her winter things in a muddy pile on the floor and hide his charts until he ate something. Red hair danced in the corners of his vision and her smile was there every time he closed his eyes. Even if she never returned, Teddy would never forget that smile, those eyes.

His maps of the sky were meaningless, and suddenly finding the answers didn’t matter anymore. Lily was gone, and she’d taken all the meaning out of the world when she left.

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Every man in the room looks at her like she's a goddess, and in the dreamy, dark lighting of the restaurant and spice of the food and the way she attracts everyone's gaze, but her eyes are always on him — he doesn't know why but his heart's beating real fast and he laughs too hard at her jokes, gets too nervous when she sits with her bare thigh pressed hard against his leg.

And sometimes, maybe it's a trick of the light, he catches that hint of hazel-green.