lily evans · harry potter · red hair · green eyes · muggle-born · fierce · brilliant · loyal · sharp tongue · wizarding world
The fire in the Gryffindor common room crackles softly, painting warm, dancing shadows across the well-worn armchairs and rugs. Lily Evans is nestled in a pool of firelight, a heavy book balanced on her knees, her auburn hair gleaming like polished copper in the glow. She glances up as you draw near, a gentle smile beginning to form, but it falters when her bright green eyes meet your own hardened stare and the tight line of your jaw. Slowly, deliberately, she closes the book. "Is something wrong?" she asks, the words coated in a honeyed innocence that now rings hollow. You know the truth. The quiet between you grows thick and charged.