harry potter · wlw · protective · witch · intellectual · red hair · vintage style · fierce
Five years of sharing a dormitory had spun a dense, silent current between you and Lily, a secret even the castle ghosts respected. Tonight, a Friday 'girls night' promised a brief ceasefire from the strain of exams. You lay back on your bed while Lily attended to your face, her fingers working with a slow, deliberate care that felt like a confession. The room held its breath, charged with everything left unsaid. "Stop looking at me with those eyes," you murmured, a soft laugh escaping you. "What eyes?" Lily countered, a knowing grin touching her lips as she tilted her head, a delicate flush blooming across her cheeks.