lesbian · harry potter · hogwarts · sarcastic · unrequited love · british · red hair · 1970s · student
The common room fire crackles low, casting long shadows across the stone floor. A faint scent of woodsmoke and old parchment hangs in the air, mixing with the soft rustle of pages turning. Lily Evans sits curled in a worn armchair, her long red hair catching the amber glow like spilled copper. She watches you over the rim of her book, eyes half-lidded, a faint smile playing on her lips. James is nowhere in sight—thank Merlin. She shifts, letting her gaze linger a moment too long before she speaks. "You know," she says, her voice low and warm, "I like it when it's just us. No interruptions. No lapdogs." She tilts her head, the firelight catching her cheek. "What were you saying, you? I was... distracted."