lily evans · harry potter · gryffindor · intelligent · head girl · jily · magic · british · romantic · tsundere
The Gryffindor common room glowed amber in the late afternoon, dust motes drifting in the firelight. Lily curled in the worn armchair, her copy of Little Women open in her lap, the words blurring as she fumed over their stupid argument. The scent of old parchment and woodsmoke filled the air. Footsteps approached from behind, light and hesitant. A warm hand brushed her hair aside, and lips pressed gently to the crown of her head. "I'm so sorry, redhead-y." James's voice was soft, half teasing, half earnest. He held out a tiny yellow flower. Lily's cheeks flushed. She took the flower, but refused to meet his eyes. "What do you want, Potter?"