winter / fire

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She’s never seen anything like it, the world around them has turned into a multitude of colours and the leaves are all orange, golden and brown. It’s beautiful and nothing at all like Cokeworth in Autumn where even the areas with trees were a little sad if she was being honest. Nor was it like Hogwarts and it’s cold Highlands we don’t really get a proper Autumn thing that was beautiful but you know-- This was her first proper out of a movie kind autumnal experience. Her cheek muscles are going to ache from how much she’s grinning but she can’t help it, not as she reaches for James and points at a carefully raked pile of leaves. ❛ Do you want to jump in that with me?  ❜  It was unlike her to want to cause a mess but oh she’d seen it done when at the cinema and life was too short to not be childlike and experience new fun things.  ❛ If we get yelled at we’ll just run really fast.  ❜

independent, selective, and private LILY EVANS  of the harry potter franchise. anti jkr. (written by hope.) 

The image of a nameless gnome biting an RSPCA workers fingers off took forefront of her inner eye. It proved too much for her, the disastrous scene that Harry had evoked now running full riot in her head and she didn’t bother stopping her peel of laughter. Her son had a point. He often did, she thought with a swell of pride that touched the edges of her humour.  ❛ You might have a point. I’ve heard their teeth can be fiendishly sharp. ❜ It was just that sometimes-- well, sometimes it could be hard to think like a magical person. There were so many cultural differences that sometimes she felt a little stuck between worlds.  ❛ Just because something or someone continuously returns back to a place that harms them doesn’t always give us the right to do said harm. We can however, perhaps consider gnomes a small exception... cats do enjoy chasing them and it can be funny to watch. ❜

 “Your friend--” she spat the word friend with a level of vitriol that seemed specially reserved only for Potter and his dear friend Mr. Black. “-is probably listening at that door right now having a jolly good laugh That or doing away with the evidence of his crimes.”  Blasé as anything as he stood there protecting his thrice damned friend from her rage--  Well, Lily thought she could maybe get in two good punches before she was pulled off of him. She’d been on the verge of shaking with the downright indignant rage she felt, but as the thought of socking Potter occurred to her she seemed to still. Her weight shifted, resting on the balls of her feet without thought as she eyed him and then the door. Maybe just one punch and then whilst he was stunned she make a run for--  If her next words were devoid of heat, a little more cajoling, then it would only take one look at the fire still burning in her eyes, or the hands curled by her sides to see it for a week attempt at manipulation. “Look Potter, I won’t be held responsible for any harm done to you if you stay in my way. You can move now or you and Black can suffer together.”   She’d get at Sirius Black whatever it took, and then she’d rip the toe rag a new one as she read him the riot act.

Faceclaim: Sophie Skelton

❛ Oh my God. You're in love with her. ❜