.effervescent like the sun.

SO I JUST SIT IN MY ROOM AFTER HOURS WITH THE MOON & WONDER WHO KNOWS MY NAME. WOULD YOU CRY IF I DIED? WOULD YOU REMEMBER MY FACE?

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merlins beard, she was absolutely beautiful when she was trying hard not to laugh. beyond. lily evans took his breath away every time she entered a room, lighting the area with just her mere presence. he'd been captivated by her for years, tried to date her for years, and each time she'd said no.

he wanted, desperately wanted, to ask what had changed. why now, after 4 solid years of him trying to ask her out, she'd finally agreed to a date. in their final year, no less. was she trying to put him in an early grave?

She does look down now, and tucks a lock of hair behind her ear, another nervous habit, but she maintains the smile. She got what she'd been aiming for after all. Lily allows herself a small chiming laugh and straightens up again.

his mouth opens and closes so much he's sure he's mimicking a fish perfectly. finally he gives up and lets out a huff of laughter. "blimey, that was direct."

steeling himself for a possible rejection - it wouldn't be the first time he'd been rejected in the past, but it didn't make it sting any less, james drew himself up to his full height. "maybe i am, would that be so bad?" perhaps his delivery is a tad defensive, chalk it up to nerves. he doesn't want to mess this up, though.

Still, she thinks he can do better than her. So while this is the exact situation she'd been trying to manufacture, it probably is a bad thing for him that he's fallen into her trap of sorts. She doesn't want to think about that though.