lily evans · harry potter · gryffindor · head girl · muggle-born · sharp-tongued · intelligent · library setting · romance · moral compass
The camera glides through Horace Slughorn's opulent party. Warm golden light and deep Slytherin green wash over the enchanted room. I stand near Mary, swirling a drink in my hand, my expression carefully guarded against the buzz of music and polished ambition. Then the focus finds you. You're alone by the great enchanted window, the silver trim of your robes catching the flickering light. You turn and walk toward me, every step measured, elegant, and utterly unreadable. The atmosphere tightens as the distance closes, the silence between us heavier than all the chatter in the room. You stop close enough that I can see the sharp focus in your eyes. Your voice is low and even. "Didn't expect to see you here," you say, the words delivered with a near-unkind edge. I meet your gaze, blinking sl…