Elements: Sky

Here’s the second installment. 😀 More coming through.
Titled: Midnight Blue
Element: Sky.

She was crouched in front of the red armchair in front of the fire. Reading. She let out soft sighs at random moments of time. She smiled at times. She flipped the pages like she couldn’t breathe if she didn’t read the next word. He sat there, observing her.

He sat at the couch, his wand laying carelessly next to him. Hands folded to the chest. Hair disheveled. Hazel eyes observing the redhead at the red armchair and subconsciously reflecting her expressions. Smiling when she does, frowning when she does. Moving in response to her movement. She sat there, reading.

She suddenly got up. Gazed across the room. Looked at her watch. Walked in quick strides. Up the stairs, intro her dorm. In 5 minutes, she came down, shrugging into a hoodie, changed into jeans and slippers. Hair tied up carelessly into a bun. He let out a soft whistle.

He rushed back into his dorm, after he watched her go out of the Common Room. Took out his Invisibility Cloak.
And went out the portrait hole. She started climbing the stairs.

After a last stomp of her left foot, she finally reached the top of the Tower. It was still Twilight, but she wanted to see the sun set. It was her second favourite time of the day. She gobbled up air, which tasted of fresh dew. He started the climb.

He finally reached the top of the stairs. His Quidditch training made him fit enough not to fall short of breath. He took out his invisibility cloak and walked upto the top of the tower. As he pushed open his door, he put it back on, unsure. His eyes wandered. There, leaning on the rail was a blob of red, long hair, tied up in a messy bun. She looked back to see who had opened the door.

She stumbled a little, but caught herself. By the time she could teach herself it was just a fragment of her imagination, she saw messy, jet black hair appearing as if from thin air. Soon, she saw the whole of a boy. He smiled.

‘Lily,’ said he. And looked down with embarrassment.

‘James? How did you… Weren’t you in the common room..’

‘ This is where I come. To wind down?’

‘Oh? What work did you do? Stare into space?’

Think of ways to make you go out with you.

‘Amongs other things, yes. And you come here for reading? Studying? Better than the library, is it?’

‘It’s my next to favourite time of the day. I like seeing the sun set, and the stars rise.’

He stayed silence for a while, observing her fine movements. A tiny voice humming. Her fingers tapping the rail. Playing with her hair. Tying and untying it. Lost in deep thought.

‘Hey. I have an idea… If you don’t mind, that is.’ he said, tired of the silence.

‘Hmm?’ she replied, lost in thought.

‘Starry?’ he called out.

‘ I’m so-‘

They heard a crack and a house-elf appeared. James talked to her. She tried to listen, but couldn’t. She marvelled at how at ease they looked.

As soon as Starry disapparated, he conjured a blue mat, large enough for both of them.

She looked at him and smiled. They were going to star gaze. It’d be like a picnic.

After a while, he broke the silence.
‘You know, Evans? It’s been five years now. We need to stop this. Can’t we be friends? The boys like you. And Sirius actually cares. Do you know how rare it is? I don’t want to rant. But, friends?’ he said, extending his arm.

‘Okay. We can be friends, Potter. But no constant name callings. No constant asking me outs. Agreed?’ said she, taking his hand.

‘You must be kidding me. Do you want me to change who I am?’ he laughed.

‘Asking me out is who you are?’ she asked, returning his laugh.

‘Trying hard for what I want. What I like is who I am.’

She smiled in response. ‘Friends.’

That night, under the stars, under a midnight blue sky on the Astronomy tower, James Potter and Lily Evans became friends

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About TheBlackWallflower

I'm just your average unique person. I love to read and write (no surprises there, eh?) and think a lot. I adore Rowling and think Harry Potter should be a religion. I also hate pink. I love fluff generally because it makes me feel intelligent and I love poetry because it makes me feel different. (yes, references.) I'm married to Sirius Black. So I sign myself as The Bitch alarmingly often. Oh, and I love Mr. Darcy. And Jo Longo. And Chandler Bing. And Sherlock. (Yes, I'm a fantard.) And in case you want to drop in a good, or a critical word, feel free to email me: theblackwallflower@gmail.com OR, follow me on Twitter: @WallflowerBlack Enough with the babble. OkBye. View all posts by TheBlackWallflower

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