we can ride a rocket and go so far || lorie and lily luna
Lily Luna was bored. It was not a common occurrence since she always had the bullies to avoid, practises to go to and classes that needed to be attended. But every now and then, the dullness and monotony managed to seep into the youngest Potter’s veins, and she would find herself like she did right now; up on a branch, blowing bubbles from a makeshift bubble blower she found as a knickknack in Diagon Alley that one time.
Her vantage point allowed her to look at everyone who passed through the courtyard, students and teachers alike. If she stopped swinging her legs around and sat absolutely still as she blew bubbles, the Slytherin could swear no one would be notice. Absolutely no one. And she liked it that way; besides, trees were way more comfortable than an average couch.
But when she spotted Lorie making her way in or out of class (probably out, hopefully!) Lily’s limbs took life of their own, and on reflex she yelled out her name from the tree branch. “Hey!”
Lorie came out of her Alchemy class with the beginnings of a headache. The class had a whole new page of symbols to memorise and she was having trouble remembering more than three. She was more than thankful that she had a break for lunch before her classes of the day.
She was passing through the Middle Courtyard, an alchemy textbook clutched to her chest, when a familiar voice caught her attention. A grin lit at her lips as she caught sight of Lily perched up in the bare branches of an oak tree. Changing course, Lorie directed herself to the base of the tree, looking up at her Slytherin friend.
"I nearly didn’t see you, LiLu! Why are you up a tree? Are you being an owl?”
















