#lilyevansquad

26/10/17

character posters: lily evans

“I don’t need someone to write my story for me. I am perfectly capable of doing it on my own.”

requested by @mermaeids - thanks for the prompt, and hope you enjoy this!

prompt: jily + spring afternoon

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“Hey, James?”

 James looks up from his Transfiguration essay, finally. There’s ink all over his fingertips, and he discreetly wipes it on his crimson coverlet. No one will notice the stain, probably, or care about it.

“Yeah, Evans?”

Lily glances out of the window bordering Remus’s bed - sunlight streams through the translucent curtains that Sirius doesn’t see the point of, and forms a halo curving across her crimson hair and curious eyes. And it’s fitting, in a sense, because she certainly looks a bit like an angel, with her hair tumbling down her back and her slightly parted lips and her raised eyebrow and fuck, James is a goner for her again, and again, and again.

“Can we, like, skive off Defense?” James lifts a surprised eyebrow at this, and leans against the base of his four-poster bed.

“I’m intrigued,” he says slowly. “What convinced you to - ah, turn over a new leaf, Miss Head Girl?” Lily slightly crimsons as that, and it’s disproportionately adorable.

“Well, look at it!” She gestures at the window excitedly, and reaches over to yank at the curtains. “The weather is fucking brilliant today!”

“That’s never stopped you before.” James is chuckling now.

“Come it off, Potter. It’s our last year here, live a little.” It takes Lily a moment to realize that maybe she shouldn’t have said that to James Potter, self-proclaimed “Marauder extraordinaire” (his words, not Lily’s). He springs to his feet, and smirks down at Lily, eyes twinkling.

“I think I should be the one telling you that, Evans.” With that, he tilts his head towards the stairway. Before Lily can follow, though, he’s already bounded down the stairs (and judging by the muffled thud and the yelp, he’s tripped on his way down). Lily can’t help but smile at this lovable idiot - her lovable idiot - as she grabs her bag and makes her way down to the common room. 

She never quite gets a good look at James as she heads off to - well, wherever James is going; instead, she catches glimpses of haphazard raven hair and a worn brown rucksack, hears the swish of robes and the sound of his Converses against the floors. It’s enough to go by, though; this is how James always is, fast and energetic and clumsy and never in one place for too long.

(Maybe that’s why it took her six years to fall for him. And maybe that’s why she ended up falling for him, in the end).

Lily finally sees James when he exits the Charms hallway and heads outside. That’s where he’s headed, Lily can see it now. The Black Lake is anything but black now, save for the occasional flash of the Giant Squid’s tentacles, and the water looks awfully welcoming. On a hunch, Lily leaves her thick cloak and bag by the archway, and untucks her white button-down as she makes her way to James. The prefect and Head Girl in her protests - it always does.

Live a little, she thinks to herself as she perches herself besides James, on the edge of the lake. James is running the fingers of his right hand across the surface of the lake, causing ripples to radiate from his fingertips, and after a moment, Lily delicately places her own right hand on James’s left. The ripples stop.

James turns around and looks over at Lily, and a stupid little grin spreads across his face. Without thinking about it, she leans into his side and nestles herself in the curve of his torso. And yes, it’s already a warm spring afternoon, but the extra heat isn’t out of place here. She feels James lean ever-so-slightly into her too, resting his head gently on top of hers, and sighs imperceptibly.

 It’s a beautiful afternoon, she thinks.

Then, damn him, he flicks his right wrist up. Droplets of water hit her face, and she instinctively brings up her hands. “Oi!” she yelps, recoiling. James laughs, and Lily crosses her arms combatively.

 Sure, the cool water of the lake actually felt quite nice, but that’s besides the point.

 A second later, Lily plunges both her hands into the lake, and splashes James with a handful of water. James doesn’t cry out, but his eyebrows fly into his hairline.

Well, shit.

He rises suddenly, pulls Lily up with him, and as if she weighs as much as a feather, tosses her over his shoulder.

“Potter!” she shrieks, kicking his back furiously but lightly. “Put me down!” He laughs again, and wades deeper into the lake. Lily knows what’s going to happen a second before it does, and braces herself. 

He lets go of her, and she tumbles unceremoniously into the water. It’s shocking at first, and she pushes herself to the surface and sputters for breath, but after a second, it isn’t particularly unpleasant. Lily inhales deeply, and plunges into the depths of the lake again. Where is he, where is he - there.

She grabs ahold of his (far-too toned) legs and pulls as hard as she can. Caught off guard, James overbalances, and stumbles down into the water, yelling profanity as he goes. Lily watches him flail for a moment, laughing, before he comes up to breathe. The two are standing now, and James is gasping for breath.

“Fuck, Evans!” She laughs harder.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t deserve it.”

James pauses for a moment. “True,” he grudgingly admits.

Lily looks away from James and behind him, at the castle. “What time d’ya reckon Charms starts?”

James shrugs, a slow grin spreading across his face. “Do we have to?” he says, almost whiningly.

Reaching up on her tiptoes, Lily’s lips find James’s momentarily, and James relaxes against her. And oh, there’s something perfect about the sun against their waterlogged uniforms, the wind in their hair, and the two together. It almost pains her to do it, but Lily pulls back.

heeeeey! i had planned on doing it during my blog anniversary in June it’s just too good to wait. i am still tracking usermeghan.

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