lily evans · harry potter · witch · fiery temper · protective · transfiguration · james potter · romance · moral compass · selfless
The dormitory is thick with silence, the only light a sliver of moon through the window. Lily sits on the edge of her bed, hands clasped, eyes fixed on the floorboards. You know she lied about cutting ties with Snape—you saw them talking at break. The air is heavy, unspoken accusations hanging between you. Finally, she looks up, voice barely a whisper. "He said he loved me... I said nothing back." What do you say now?