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Bartylily microfics - May prompts list
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follow┊may 17┊@bartylily-microfics┊wc: circa 1500┊tw: none
The forest, in a dim lighting that forewarned lazily of the impending dusk, appeared to have slipped into a deep slumber. Trees shaded the rugged mud paths, protruding roots lumping into indistinguishable masses beneath a shadow blanket. Where once slivers of sunlight had squeezed from between wide leaves to grant sweet mercy to the flow of insects below, no brightness was left but the faintest lilac shimmer of a waning day. Carved as they were, the eyes engraved into every great oak squinted. Grooves deepened into yawns; crickets chirped like a horde of mothers; flowers hid their blossoms, removing their make-up to sink finally into rest.
Lily Evans had not once - well, just about twice, or a few times, maybe, truthfully - thought she was a follower but, as matters stood, like the slowing critters and the gentling breeze, her limbs too began to leaden.
She couldn't afford to halt herself here: camp, sweet sanctuary, was but a few yards away. She could feel it. Really. In her bones! It didn't matter that their map had winded it's way away from any sensible hands. She just knew.
But the drowsy atmosphere, weighted as it was, inched its tendrils beneath the layers she'd adorned (bandana, hijab, under-cap) to her ears and whispered lullabies. In the evening haze, it was beautiful. Lily had always been weak for the beautiful things of life. The overgrown park down the road, the scarlet she'd magicked her hair and the maroon she'd dyed her hijab the muggle way, the black and white of old movies, how the air of Hogwarts effused the extraordinary property of the castle, the sprinkling of dust when she cracked open a tome that had not received its due remembrance, the even-toothed smile of-.
The even-toothed smile, she thought mulishly, of the boy behind her.
He hadn't paused as she had, his footsteps crunching the carpet of orange leaves until he came to a stop beside her. Their shoulders did not brush, but it was a close thing. Almost, Lily wished that they would have, so she could've claimed - with only the implementation of the slightest of dramatics - to herself that he'd shoulder-barged her. Then, she'd be given a reason for avoiding him as she had done. No. He was awfully, terribly, cruelly clever, and his disrespect was reflected that effect: it was telegraphed in the subtlest of smirks he directed her way.
Ya Rabb, Lily had never met anyone so infuriating as Barty Crouch Jr.
"Tired, Evans?" he cocked his head a smidge, like he wasn't very surprised, despite that she had been leading the trek. The award at the end gleaming in the eye of her mind like it would be a medal and not parchment, it's shine cut a clear path from the darkness, one which had gotten her - and subsequently her idling party - this far, and further soon.
"Not before you," she told him, and Barty chuckled lowly, a sound that was irresistibly enchanting in its ambiguity. Like the Mona Lisa's smile, like the first breath of spring in their temperamental climate, it was barely there, and Lily found her own lips chasing to mimic what her ears had glimpsed.
Lily did not hate him, for hate was an exceptionally strong word, not suited for even exceptionally empathic sixteen-year-olds, but she severely disliked this aspect of him that left her seeking for more. He was the picture of effortless, admiring fingers stroking away the colour of his polaroid and leaving him pale to her bronze, muted to her bright, dark to her deep, but no less... bold. Starker, though. Much starker. He glowed dimly, did not care for much. He returned barbs equally, occasionally worse, but always with the flavour of amusement.
She must have frowned, because his eyes lightened again, shade lifting to an attractive amber. This time, he inclined his head further, a concession, but not, "And what then? When I stop?"
Her eyes shot to his, surprised he'd consider it. Barty Crouch Jr., in her oftentimes unfortunate (she failed to even kid herself, truly, of this notion) experience, never fell short, holding himself separate to everyone else in his easy excellency. It pleased him, she theorised, to be ahead, to keep ahead, if only to annoy her, and prove himself above his peers and his like. Something in the distance, foggy, untouchable.
"I'd go ahead," Lily decided before her logic had the chance to dismiss the notion.
"Alone," he drawled, "In the woods," in a manner suggesting he knew she wouldn't, but would allow her the fantasy.
"Yes," she folded her arms across her chest, "Why would I wait for you? If you were really tired," she called him out, "you wouldn't have the energy to be a nuisance."
"Feisty," and like always, her temper suited him marvellously. He pivoted so that they stood face to face and leaned down, "And if you wanted to go on, you wouldn't have stopped to smell the roses, sweetheart."
He continued, dripping with honey, "So, I have energy. You do not. What's the solution, Evans?"
The new angle allowed her to see he'd been gesturing by the turn of his head to a small pathway branching off from their main route. It was undefined, trees impeding upon her line of sight, large and towering, their shade offering the allure of privacy past what the lowering sun ensured.
It appeared exactly as how the trail their project partners - Evan and Emmeline - had branched off on, took with the easy confidence of their ages-old relationship. Being away from their sizzling flames was probably for the best, Lily had thought and so didn't question their leaving, recalling on many an occasion walking in on the pair having at each other viciously passionately. Hypocritically, for their high statuses too, which had made her sorrily smug.
Barty had asked her, eyebrows raising, so really, taunted her, she'd say, then, if she knew what they were doing. Her ears had pinkened beneath her scarf, and she was grateful for the concealment, but the quick burning of her cheeks told her she had said her prayers too soon. Lily, unwisely - but she was supposed to be clever, no one told her strictly to act on common sense - responded to his shots.
He had mentioned, head tilted to the sky and hands stuffed in his pockets, long stride slow or otherwise he would have overtaken her, that he'd been an unfortunate witness of their collisions since the two were but childhood friends, whispering in tubes at parks and hiding in the foyers at hoity-toity balls. He told her, pointedly, that they'd collected themselves a few months prior, and she argued that she'd been seeing them in each other's arms since forever, and feeling each other up for a year at the minimum. That had been, unsurprisingly, the answer he had wanted. Innocent, he'd called her, teasing.
Innocent, he'd said, and now he was asking her to follow him down the other path.
Tire him out. Lily found the answer as quickly as it was designed for her to do so.
Inside her, Layali cringed. The young girl she was, is, tightened her lips.
Because, if one were to piece together the puzzle, if they'd known the girl who first stepped foot on platform 9 and 3/4 and the girl who disembarked from the train and met her first sight of Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, then they'd know Lily Evans was a follower. That day, she had crumpled Layali Haifa Evans upon every sensible advice and ignored the sensation of her petals being crushed to powder, leaving only the flexible stalk - Lily. Lily who didn't wear a hijab, no, of course not, it's just wizarding fashion with a muggle spin, duh, and who wasn't different, so please don't go.
She kept Layali, like one would keep an oath. She kept Layali in the trenches of her too-sensitive heart, and let the girl wither with every pretence, until the glass cage that was Lily, casting a distorted image, became her only option, lest she wanted to appear hurt and shy and be lonely among the swathes of students at Hogwarts. She kept Layali like a precious truth. The truth always, always reared its head.
Barty taught her that, in his knowing smirks and his soft accusations and his solicitous silence and his raised head and his waggling brows and how he said Lily like he knew better than to think it was anything but hollow, because the twat always knew better.
Barty taught her that, and what he taught her was more often that not irritatingly right.
So, it was Lily who shook her head, and who became a piece fuller, as she set her first boundary, unwilling to follow past a line she'd chartered. And, so it was Lily who watched as Barty quietened and moved them both forwards on their path without acknowledging the situation, and it was Layali who observed sadly and pridefully as well. It was Layali, battered as she was, who could only rise one brave inch higher, to drag her line above the mud, but not so high as to be heard by him over the wind.
'Will you wait for me?', when they were older, when they could loop their signatures on paper and share the sweet taste of a forever-romance, never reached Barty's ears.
May 7 - wonder - 524 words - @bartylily-microfics
An angel.
That was the only thought running through Barty’s head as he watched Lily Evans from across the Great Hall. He had tuned out Evan and Reg in the background at this point but was becoming increasingly aware of their snickers next to him.
“What are you two laughing at?” He turned and glared at the two boys, neither of whom looked the slightest bit guilty.
“You,” Regulus pushed out between his laughing and trying to breathe. “You are so gone for her, it’s pathetic!”
Evan smirked, leaning forward. “Pining like a schoolboy, Bee?” Barty scowled, pushing Evan back with a hand in his face.
“As if. I’m planning my revenge for the next test we have. Evans may have beaten me on this one, but I’ll get the next one.” That sent Reg into another fit of laughter, Dorcas rolling her eyes and trying to make sure he didn’t choke on his water.
Evan only hummed with a knowing look.
“Sure, if that’s the best excuse you’ve got. I mean, come on, Bee, you can’t tear your eyes away from her for one minute without glancing back over there.” Barty tore his eyes away from Lily, flushing red as Evan’s point was proved.
“That means nothing, simply scoping out the enemy and competition.” Dorcas and Evan exchanged a glance.
“Well, I think it’s romantic,” Pandora piped up, ever the dreamer. Evan rolled his eyes at his sister.
“Of course you do.”
The conversation shifted, and Barty went back to admiring his beautiful, red-haired angel.
Later that night, he slipped out of the Ravenclaw common room and headed toward the library. With a hushed whisper to a painting, a secret passage opened. As Barty stepped in, he was yanked inside and slammed against the wall.
Barty’s breath caught, and that fond, lovesick expression slipped out.
“Hey there, angelo.”
Lily smiled, pinning Barty to the wall. She leaned forward, kissing him softly.
“Hello, love.”
They found themselves cuddled up on the worn couch in the secret portrait room, Barty playing with Lily’s hair as music played softly in the background.
“Evan and Reg have been making fun of me lately because of you.”
Lily glanced up at Barty with a smirk. “Why, because you can’t stop staring at me during meals and class? Or is it because you can’t keep your hands off of me during Potions?” Barty blushed red, tugging her hair playfully.
“Don’t act like you hate it. We both know you don’t.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Besides, it’s only the staring they’ve noticed so far.”
Lily laughed, sitting up and draping herself in Barty’s lap. She kissed him, slow and loving, which Barty happily reciprocated, his hand tangling in her hair. They broke apart, foreheads resting together.
“I wonder how no one has noticed we’re together already. I mean, you’re pretty obvious about it, baby.”
Barty laughed, kissing her forehead again. “I have no idea either.”
By the time Barty made it back to the Ravenclaw dorms, his hair was a mess and his cheeks hurt from smiling so much. He went to bed, dreaming of his angel.
May 3 - learn - 624 words - @bartylily-microfics
It was well past curfew when Lily found Barty Crouch Jr in the library, reading under the light of a lantern. It looked quite old fashioned and dim, yet the boy was enraptured, not even realizing Lily was there until she pulled out a chair to sit across from him.
Barty’s head shoots up when the chair scrapes against the floor, eyes finding green in the darkness. Lily only smiles.
“Relax Crouch, I'm not here to report you. Just wanted to see what you were reading and if I could join?”
Barty only smirked in response, unable to pass up the chance to tease the girl.
“Breaking the rules too, Princess? Thought you were supposed to be a Prefect.” Lily only laughs, not bothered by him at all.
She pulls out her book from a pocket in her robes. Barty only scoots the lantern closer to her and the two read in silence, simply enjoying each other's company.
Lily can feel Barty’s eyes on her as they read. Every so often his eyes flick up, burning into her head. So she decides to play with him.
His soft inhale when she tucks her hair behind ears. The way he stops looking down at all, completely ignoring the book in favor of admiring her.
“You're not going to learn anything if you never look at the book, Barty.” Lily’s smile only grows when she hears his sharp inhale in response.
She looks up to meet his eyes, brown meeting green in the light of the lantern. His cheeks flush and he looks away, running a hand through his hair with a shaky laugh.
“Sorry, sorry, didn't mean to stare. You're just so…” His sentence trails off, cheeks darkening out of embarrassment. Lily only hides a smile behind her hand, endeared and a little pink herself.
The clock chimes from a distance, startling the two students. They exchange sheepish looks and Lily laughs. Barty only stares, stars in his eyes.
“We better get back before we find someone who really will report us.” Lily nods in agreement and they stand.
Barty watches as Lily gathers her things, steels his courage, and clears his throat.
“Uh, can I walk you back to the Gryffindor dorms?” He looks away just as quickly. Lily tries to hide her blush in the dark and nods.
Barty grins and the two make their way back towards Gryffindor, blushing like teens on a first date.
At the Fat Lady, both are hesitant to say goodbye. Will this stay in the night, resigned to ignore and bicker in the daylight?
They both speak at the same time.
“Would you like to do this again?”
“Will you go to Hogsmeade with me next weekend?”
They blink, eyes meeting and faces red. Lily starts to laugh, Barty softly joining in.
They smile and at the same time again…
“Yes.”
“Yes, I would love to.”
They both stay there, staring in each other's eyes like lovesick teens. The Fat Lady clears her throat.
“Excuse me, are you coming in Ms. Evans?”
Lily flushes and stammers, “Yes, sorry, I'm coming.” She goes to go through the entrance, then stops. She turns back, scurrying back over to Barty.
“Goodnight Barty.” She then does the most unexpected thing Barty could have thought of. Lily leans up and presses a kiss to his cheek.
With a small smile, she disappears into the Gryffindor common room, leaving Barty dumbfounded and utterly smitten.
He walks back to the Ravenclaw common room with a lovestruck look on his face. He floats in and straight to his dorm, not even noticing Pandora on the couch by the fireplace.
She snickers and thinks to herself, “God, Evan and Reg are gonna eat this up tomorrow.”
@bartylily-microfics | Dare (April 30) | warning - brief mention of violence (black eye) | 1438 words |
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“I dare you not to fall in love with me Evans.” Barty had joked.
It had been a cool summer night and they were both quite a few shots deep to the point that the entire world seems to hold a pleasant buzz to it and lying on the floor with Barty Crouch Junior while their other friends made out or fell asleep felt like the most natural thing in the world.
Lily had hummed softly, taking his hand and twisting the rings around his fingers gently.
“When pigs fly Bartemius. When pigs fly.” Was all she’d said, yanking off one of his rings and slipping it over her thumb to see if it would fit.
It had started then. The flirting, never reciprocated of course but maybe Lily didn’t mind being slipped a note or two about how pretty she looked and how smart she sounded in class. Contrary to popular belief Lily is only human and she has eyes. Those eyes often like to helpfully remind her of the indisputable fact that Barty Crouch Junior is attractive.
She wasn’t the type to go falling in love left right and centre though. And certainly not for just any old cheap tricks. So she let him go on, amused. Barty was apparently completely undeterred by his lack of success though since he seemed to just…not stop. He was always so Barty. Which sounds obvious but isn’t because Lily always felt she was never quite herself enough at any given moment so seeing the way Barty just couldn’t seem to be anything but himself always felt a little bit like a cold drink on a hot day. A moment to bask in if you will. He was-
Lily’s phone started to vibrate softly, it was about eight now and she was sat on her bed pretending to do her homework while she drifted off thinking about her day so the phone call was a welcome surprise that snapped her out of her daydream. She flipped the phone over and drew in a little breath as she pretended her heart hadn’t done a little kick in her chest when she saw the contact calling her.
“Hello?” She asked tentatively, bringing the phone up to her ear.
“Uh hi” Barty’s voice came out the speaker, slightly gruff and tired. He sounded…well honestly he sounded really drained. Lily’s features twisted slightly with concern at the sound.
“Hey is everything-” Lily bit her lip. “Are you good?”
Barty let out an empty chuckle.
“Fine thanks Evans I just uh…wanted to hear your voice.” “Oh right. Well…here it is.” Lily tried to joke and Barty breathed out what sounded like a laugh.
“Seriously though do you want to talk? I mean you’re my friend Barty I care about you.”
She’d never actually called him that before, a friend. But it was true wasn’t it? She did care about him. In a way that went past just enjoying his presence in a day to day manner.
“Seriously Lils I’m good. I just had a long day I guess. I-is this okay? That I called? Because if I’m keeping you from something like its fine if-“
“No no you’re not keeping me from anything. I can talk.”
“Good. Good. Since we’ve already established how my day was, how was your day Evans?”
“Well my day was great if I’m being honest.”
Barty barked out a bit of a laugh, sounding more himself. “Glad to hear.” then he added more softly “tell me about it.”
“Well, it started off pretty good - if you recall a certain someone told me he loved the book I’d recommended him and then-“
They stayed on the phone another hour or so before finally hanging up. Lily went to bed that night with a warmth spreading in her chest.
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“No way you drink that!” Lily nearly gagged when she saw the drink in Barty’s hand. They were sat at a café supposedly about to revise together but Barty had gone and ordered the most sugary thing humanely possible, or even inhumanely possible because Lily was pretty sure that thing could kill someone.
“Aw c’mon it’s really good! You’re just thrown off by the colour.”
“Yeah because it’s orange! Your coffee should not be able to glow in the dark Barty, why is it radioactive?”
Barty had pushed it under her nose in less than a second.
“Try it”
“Absolutely not.” Lily tried to put her foot down as Barty continued to wave the monstrosity of a drink in front of her.
“Try it pleeeease” Barty insisted, leaning over the table even closer.
“Fine fine, God just sit back down before you knock something over!” Lily exclaimed.
She tentatively took it from Barty’s hands as he slipped back into his seat. Raising the straw up to her lips she took the smallest sip. She let the liquid swirl around in her mouth and pulled on a look of disgust - clearly not fast enough.
“It’s good isn’t it?” Barty exclaimed happily.
“No it’s terrible and it’s a monstrosity.” “Mm well yeah but you like it anyway.” Barty nodded sagely and Lily scoffed.
“I do not!” LIly rebuked, a scarlet blush growing on her cheeks with the lie.
“LIly, Lils, c’mon it’s just me here. This is a safe space I-“ Barty yelped slightly as Lily balled up her napkin and flicked it at him with a laugh.
---
“Barty what the fuck was that?” Lily exclaimed angrily as Barty jogged after her in the cool nights breeze.
“I’m sorry I-“ “No, NO, what the FUCK?” She repeated again, pulling her arm away from Barty’s hand when he tried to reach for her.
“Lily I’m sorry, Lily please.” Barty stopped where he was on the pavement, biting his lip and then adding more softly. “Can I just talk to you?”
Despite her better judgement Lily begrudgingly turned around to face him. He squirmed under her gaze as she studied him, the streetlight above them softly illuminated his features, making them glow gently as he fidgeted.
“Fine.” She relented, stepping closer towards him. He let out a breath of relief before he spoke. “I don’t have an excuse, sometimes I just…I don’t even know I get so annoying. Like I get this itching under my skin to annoy some shithead until-“
“Til they punch you?” Lily interjected harshly and Barty dropped his gaze to the floor.
“Yeah. Yeah but I’m working on it. Shit Lily I don’t want to be like this I don’t know what gets into me but I- look I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I would never want that.”
“I wasn’t scared of you Barty, I was scared for you. You could have gotten seriously hurt.” Lily admitted, tone still a little biting.
“I’m fine though.”
“No you’re not, look at you.” Without really thinking to through Lily reached a hand up to cup Barty’s face, swiping her thumb gently over the bottom of the bruise that was beginning to blossom over his eye. Barty flinched slightly at her contact with the sensitive skin before leaning into her touch, reaching a hand up to grip onto her wrist.
“I’m sorry.” He repeated, voice much softer now - practically a whisper. They’d drifted close enough that he didn’t need to speak much louder, besides this moment felt sacred, small.
“S’fine” LIly replied, gaze fixed on Barty’s eyes.
“Lily I…” Barty sucked in a breath and trailed off.
“Yeah?” Lily prompted, some feeling she couldn’t name stuck in her throat as her heart began to pound.
“No nothing, ah nevermind.”
---
“Barty.”
“Hmm?”
They were lying on the ground under a patch of sun in silence when Lily sat up, breaking it. She sifted her fingers through the grass that surrounded her before she continued.
“Do you remember James’ party? Like the one a few months ago.”
“How could I forget? Sirius got pissed and belted ‘I will always love you’ off key for Remus.”
Lily chuckled lightly at the memory before continuing. “Do you remember what you said to me?” She bit the inside of her cheek, refusing to meet Barty’s widening gaze as he lent forward suddenly.
“Barty I think I-“ “I’m in love with you.” Barty blurted out suddenly. “Shit wait I didn’t mean to hijack your moment I just…”
“No no it’s fine. Its- I-uh” Lily could feel the blush spreading all over her face as she stumbled over her words and let out a laugh.
“Shit we’re so bad at this.” She said. Barty didn’t have time to agree before she was pulling him in and pressing their lips together.
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Anyway i love your account, ty for your service 👽
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@bartylily-microfics | april 2 | rainstorm | 828 words | warnings: none
After the Rain
Thunder rumbled in the distance the moment Lily stepped outside the library, dark clouds stretching across the summer sky. She quickened her pace, hoping to reach the bus stop before the rain started. The ozone in the air tingled her nose in the best way possible, sky and earth intermingling in her lungs. She loved that feeling just before the storm—before the world fractured in a burst of lightning. It was like standing on the edge of a building, never leaning too far to one side or the other.
Lily had lived her whole life like this, on the verge of explosion. But she had everything perfectly under control.
Flood poured from the sky. Raindrops hit her skin as she ran to the nearest awning, pulling her jacket over her head. It was just her luck that she chose to take a tote bag today, her computer and books were going to get wet. Lily leaned against the wall of a closed cafe, watching the rainstorm unravel before her eyes.
The streets were deserted, as always in August in their town, everyone having gone on vacation. Except for—
“Fancy seeing you here, Evans.” Barty's voice was dripping with sarcasm, a smirk tugging at his lips. He ran his hand through his wet hair, strands of green-dyed hair escaping through his fingers.
Lily kinda wanted to kick him.
“What are you doing here, Crouch? I thought you would be on the French Riviera this time of year,” Lily retorted, more out of habit than anything else.
She and Barty weren't exactly friends, rather their friends were friends (and some of them were dating depending on the week) and they had known each other since elementary school. They had some sort of unofficial academic competition and Lily hated his guts most of the time.
Lily had accompanied him to throw eggs at his father's company at the beginning of the year. Barty had brought her food every night during exam periods.
“I bailed,” Barty shrugged as he sat down next to her, pressing his shoulder against hers. “There's no place I'd rather be than here.”
Lily's laugh caught in her throat, shivering as her wet denim jacket clung to her skin, drops of water running down the back of her neck. Her half-undone braid fell pathetically over her shoulder, and she'd caught a glimpse of her smudged eyeliner in the window earlier.
She looked as tired as she felt, and school didn't start for another week.
“So, Lils,” Barty drawled, “what are you doing here? It's pretty dead this time of year.”
“I just wanted to be ready for the start of the year. I really need this full scholarship to go to college.” Lily replied. Two years ago, she would have rather died than admit this to Barty Crouch Jr, but if anyone could understand the crushing weight of expectations, it was him.
There was no pity, compassion, or disapproval in his eyes as he smiled at her, just understanding and amused fondness. “Looks like we'll be continuing our little date nights this year too.”
“Looks like it,” Lily said, realizing with a flutter how close Barty's face was to hers. He had a new piercing above his eyebrow.
“I missed you this summer,” Barty said, his eyes lingering on her lips.
Lifting her head, Lily straightened up to kiss Barty on the cheek before resting her head on his shoulder. She stared straight ahead, watching puddles form on the road, the occasional car driving through them and sending drops flying into the air, as she whispered. “Me too.”
The rain beat against the roof reassuringly and comfortingly as Barty put an arm around her shoulders. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and sticking one between his lips. His lighter flickered before lighting, the end of his cigarette igniting and Barty inhaled, throwing his head back. The tattoo on his throat stretched over his Adam's apple, disappearing beneath his white t-shirt.
“How’s your sister?” Barty asked, smoke escaping from his lips.
“How's your father?” Lily retorted, playing with the rings on Barty's fingers.
The laughter they shared was bitter. Barty offered her his cigarette and Lily blew the smoke in his face playfully. Barty pinched her ribs and Lily doubled over, a laugh ripping out of her.
“You should laugh more often,” Barty breathed into her ear, his lips grazing her skin.
Lily sighed contentedly, leaning into Barty's chest, a blissful smile illuminating her face. She stole the cigarette from Barty's hand again, letting it burn between her lips.
“Don’t tell me what to do, Crouch,” Lily said light-heartedly.
"I wouldn't dare," Barty grinned lazily, tucking a strand of Lily's hair behind her ear. He flicked her dangling earring with his fingertip. “New earrings?”
Lily shook her head affectionately, stealing another cigarette from Barty's pocket. Together they watched the rain fall and the sun rise behind the clouds, a rainbow forming above the buildings.
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