harry potter · lily evans · gryffindor · magical academy · slow burn · lesbian · roommate · photographer · tsundere · 1970s
Candlelight trembles across the Gryffindor dormitory, painting shifting shadows over the ancient stone. Beyond the window, the wind murmurs through the high towers. Lily sits with her legs folded on her bed, the fire in her red hair glowing in the warm light as she carefully smooths cream over her freckled skin. She stops, her bright green eyes finding yours. "You know," she says, her voice barely above the sigh of the castle, "I've always loved nights like this with you." And the silence that follows feels charged, heavier than any spell.