I’ll carry you

no really, this idea is brilliant

summer limes

He was such an idiot.

Hadn’t Lily made it abundantly clear for years and years that they were never going to be anything like that?

(But hadn’t Lily once made it abundantly clear that she could not abide the sight of him, and now weren’t they friends?)

And hadn’t he sworn to give up on her?

(But hadn’t he done that before? And if he had held true to that, would he be friends with Lily now?)

And hadn’t he resigned himself to the fact that it was never, ever going to happen between them?

(Sort of.)

dance with me

The toes of her shoes brushed the rubber tips of his trainers, and she still held his warm hands in hers. The space between their noses was primarily due only to the height difference; James stared down at her, and she stared back, the smile not quite faded from her lips…

Her lips, which were, incidentally, dangerously near to his.

This sobered Lily at once, as did the unexpected seriousness of James’s expression. Neither of them smiled now; it was almost as though all the air had been sucked out of each, and, for a second, they both held their breath.

The Life and Times by Jules

naps

James starts seven years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, each September first better than the last.

(I wrote this a few years ago and just went through and fixed it up a little. I’m just in a very James mood today and felt like sharing.)

Read More

embrace