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@jilymicrofics - 16. Starry Night - word count: 225
They snuck across the school grounds beneath James's invisibility cloak, the world feeling impossibly small. Hogwarts lay sound sleep behind them, its towers little more than silhouettes against the dark sky.
Her hand softly brushed James as they moved towards the Black Lake. Its surface softly rippling beneath the cool autumn breeze.
Sitting on the water bank Lily tipped her head back slowly watching the sky as constellation after constellation made its presence known. “You know,” she started softly, “if McGonagall catches you, she will skin you alive.”
“Just me?” James laughed. “I was rather hoping you'll share some of the blame.”
“In your dreams.”
They stayed silent after that; not because it was awkward or because they didn't have anything to say. No, they stayed silent because even the best of conversations were nothing compared to the starry night sky that hung above them.
After a while Lily leaned back on her hands. James snuck a glance at her and then back up at the night sky before she could catch him looking.
Neither of them noticed the way the hours past them by. The water whispered softly as it splashed on the bank near their feet. The stars burned bright in the overhead sky. And they stayed silent. There would come other nights on which they could talk. Tonight silence would be enough.
small tower
@jilymicrofics July prompt 1- tent. Dialogue only for fun. Might continue and turn this a a multipart with the other prompts. Just the one for now though.
waltzing walnut
@jilymicrofics July prompt 2- Fire. Continuation of previous prompt. Guess its a series now. Once again, Dialogue only.
small tower
@jilymicrofics July prompt 1- tent. Dialogue only for fun. Might continue and turn this a a multipart with the other prompts. Just the one for now though.
sunkissed
@jilymicrofics from the June list, Day 25. Prompt: Oath Word Count: 100
Around them, clusters of students laze, basking in the warmth, enjoying the balmy weather.
It’s been a good day, a good year, and this will be their last summer before they graduate.
“We’ve lost him lads—”
He feels her attention, a ripple of excitement, a skip in his heart.
James trails his eyes over her bare shoulders.
Lily smiles; she knows.
Anticipation sparks between them.
He lifts his face to the sky. Thank you, summer, thank you, sunshine.
Time passes; new freckles bloom across her soft skin.
Tonight, tonight, he’ll trace each one, again.
An oath, a vow, a promise.
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Jily Microfic #13 - Family
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“Thank you so much for picking it up.”
“You’re definitely under it if you asked for help,” James says sagely as he unpacks the many, many cartons from the Chinese takeaway downstairs, "I'm just glad you're eating. Sleep would be nice too.”
“One problem at a time Jim.” Remus shakes his head, not looking away from his highlighting but accepting an eggroll when James smacks his hand with one.
James opens the lo mein and sticks two chopsticks in, hoping to entice Remus into actually eating the food if it’s close by enough. “You realize Dwight is a bit crazy right?”
Remus takes a bite from the eggroll in his hand and points it at James like a laserpointer, “Or is he crazy right?”
“Remus.”
He’s already turned back to his papers, nearly attempting a highlight with the eggroll, “Yes.”
“I’m concerned.”
“Me too,” a new voice agrees from behind.
James turns and nearly sends the eggdrop soup flying across the kitchenette. Luckily all egg and drops stay firmly in the container while he takes in the mysterious red head eyeing Remus tentatively. “And you are?”
She smiles and offers her hand, “Roommate – Lily…and you are?”
“Regular mate and also torture mate – James. I had the same independent study supervisor last year,” James grabs a Perrier from the fridge and cracks it open for Remus, “Figured Remus would be in the ‘no time for food or sleep’ portion of the semester.”
Lily shakes her head affectionately, “I’m considering slipping some of his Ambien in his tea.”
“I would end you,” Remus growls, a little scarier than one might think for someone who’s currently using chopsticks like a skewer to eat sweet and sour chicken.
James snorts, “I think he means it.”
“He’s just sleep deprived enough that I believe him,” Lily eyes the kitchen counter, “Looks like you brought enough for a snack – want to eat?”
Remus stabs his chopsticks into the lo mein container and turns to face both of them, “This is mine.”
“It’s family size Remmy,” James whines.
“For the family of gnomes beating on my brain, get your own lunch.”
Lily bites her lip, fighting back a smile when she locks eyes with James. “There's a Korean place a block over?”
Jily Microfic #12 - Drunk
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A/N: Jily mention with Lily + Sirius bros
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Lily’s dusting off fresh wine glasses when Sirius slinks over, eyeing the crowd warily. “We’re here until the last of the drinks are drunk.”
She chuckles. “That’s usually how it goes in my line of work.”
“I don’t mean until last call. I mean until the last of those bottles you’ve got hidden under tehre are dry. Although they could send me out for more booze,” Sirius snatches a toothpick and crew on it, “Then we’re here until their card gets declined.”
“Remind me why you work for them?” Lily asks, relaxing into their usual judgy banter as she slices a fresh lemon. Lots of vodka sodas with lemon tonight. Unfortunately, none of them for Lily.
“Remind me why you agreed to bartend for them,” Sirius shoots back.
Lily narrows her eyes as she sets out a new bowl of nuts, “You tricked me.”
“I did not,” Sirius sniffs, adjusting his tie,“James is really going to be here.”
“I – ” Lily begins a blurted defense, but falters at Sirius’ knowing expression. It’s not a surprise he’s figured it out. He didn’t include the little tidbit about James attending by accident. “Don’t tell James.”
“What?” Sirius chuckles, snagging a single serve Pellegrino and cracking it open, “That you love him?”
“Not – Sirius, I'm going to spit in your drink.”
“You forget I only drink from the bottle at these things.”
“So I’ll just go for immediate bodily injury,” Lily thrusts whatever’s in her hand in his direction, going for menacing.
“Honestly, please do stab me with that metal stirrer – enough to need medical attention but maybe not to kill me. Then they have to let me go to the A&E.”
“We both know that’s a lie.”
Jily Microfic #11 - Gillyweed
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“I’m just saying.”
“You are not – why can’t you just wear the glasses like everyone else?” Lily groans, pulling two National Geographics off the shelf and tucking them under her arm. It’s a miracle they found a shop that still had copies with eclipse glasses included.
“I already wear glasses, Lil,” James moans, dropping his forehead to her shoulder, “Now I'll have to wear two.”
“Okay. Well then explain to me how slight protection of your eyes under water has anything to do with an eclipse?” Lily hisses, eyes darting around to confirm no Muggles in hearing distance as they make their way toward the check out queue.
“Gillyweed is magical,” James answers easily, significantly less concerned about breaking the Statute of Secrecy or sounding like a loon,”Who knows what it can do?”
“Uh every scholar who has studied its effects for the last hundred and fifty years?”
Jily Microfic #10 - Elf Made Wine
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Being Head Girl and Head Boy is an honor that is also a pain in the ass.
Responsibilities, administrative tasks, late nights, all on top of being 7th Years. So when you add onto that high visibility and the perception among staff and students alike that you are in fact the problem solving tool they need for every problem. Well it’s not surprising to find yourself hiding in a darkened booth at the Hog’s Head with your fellow Head and about four or five of the sketchiest witches and wizards in Scotland.
Not with them. Well with your fellow Head yes but — anyway. That’s why James is currently halfway through a bottle of Elf Made Wine with Lily Evans, for the first time in ages getting to be boyfriend and girlfriend not co-heads.
Lily, unaware of James’ internal musings, shares her own. “Is ‘Elf Made Wine’ like fae win?”
“Elves make all our food at Hogwarts,” James narrows his eyes, “Is this a muggle lore thing?”
“They’re a particular type of elf – I’ve never wanted to sound like an unaware muggleborn, but yeah. There’s folklore about the fae…which I know are real…”
“This is specifically House Elf made wine.”
Lily takes another sip of her drink, “I guess if they had some secret ability to control people with their food and drink, we’d live in a very different world.”
James nods, considering what exactly that might look like. Some idiot witch or wizard definitely would’ve started abusing the power by now. Like fecking Malfoy. He shakes the angry thoughts free of his head and smirks at Lily, “‘Sides, would aberforth be selling it if it was some sort of mind control tool?”
Lily snorts, “Have you met Aberforth?”
Jily Microfic #9 - Wandless Magic
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Snow days — the ones where you’re not obligated to anyone or anything — are the cozier, more extended version of a rainy afternoon. Particularly since rain can hardly be used as an excuse to stay in when one lives in London.
But a snowstorm heavy enough to shut the roads but not so bad as to cut the power. It’s perfection. Particularly when you’re locked in with loads of fondu and your beautiful wife.
All of this also contributes to a tenfold increase in laziness.
James groans from his place slumped in the armchair. “I wish I was magic, or even you were.”
“I have been told on more than one occasion — by you — that I am magic.”
“Yes but that was a very specific scenario and we were both naked.”
Lily readjusts the pillow under her head. “No at least once we had most of our clothes on…I was fully dressed and you — ”
“Lily it is torture to have this conversation when it’s definitely not going anywhere.”
“The doctor said,” Lily starts, prodding James’ leg encouragingly with her socked toes.
“I don’t mean the human baby I mean my cheese baby.”
“You’re a baby.”
“I just want a magic wand Lily.”
“I think your wand is pretty magic,” Lily answers, deliberately obtuse and absolutely trying to make the evening take an interesting turn. Pregnancy hormones are wild.
“Lily.”
She manages to roll to feet and lean over James, hands grasping the armrests. “You know you would forget your wand all the time,” she leans in close, breath tickling his ear, “Like my cookie butter.”
James gasps as her teeth nip at his earlobe. But sexual tension never kept them from bickering. It’s practically foreplay. “Lily, you know I went back out for it. Also in my magical universe wandless magic is a thing.”
“Not in mine,” Lily whispers, “At least not tonight.”
Jily Microfic #8 - Command
A/N: I WILL CATCH UP
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“Does using the command key ever make you feel bad?”
There's a long, judgy pause before Lily sighs and answers, “It’s two in the morning, James.”
James, as usual, is undeterred, “I mean I’m sitting here, keeping my computer awake.”
“James.”
“And I can’t even say please.”
“What if you think of it as the please key?” Lily asks, placating but with just a hint of judgmental in her tone. She’s propped up on one elbow, hair in a loose braid, glasses on and looking adorably sleepy.
Adorable enough that he considers her solution for a second, he considers the idea, but in the end rejects the notion. “Nah, I still know what it really is.”
Lily drops back against her pillow with a long suffering groan. “Do you feel bad for keeping me awake?”
“You’re playing Animal Crossing,” James answers, clacking away at the keys, trying not to wince when ge uses the command key. Maybe he needs sleep.
Lily resumes her efforts in her little town, the glow of her Switch giving her face a creepy, bluish hue. “I could be asleep if it weren’t for my devotion to you, my love.”
“You wouldn't be though,” James says, pausing for a sip of tepid tea, “ Not while Wisp is in town.”
“I caught his last bits ages ago, he gave me a fridge.”
“Lame.”
“I’ll sell it for bells tomorrow, right after I get Annabelle to move. She’s ruining my aesthetic.”
Jily Microfic #7 - Manor
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“Lord Malfoy is an exasperating germ of a human being with his silk vests and fancy manor parties,” James grumbles into his punch, taking a too large sip in his anger and nearly spilling it down his front.
Sirius toys with the potted plant at his other side, pulling the leaves in a very nearly destructive manner, “You realize you too live in a Manor, are wearing silk, and your mother is planning a ball in the next fortnight.”
James harrumphs, sounding not unlike an impatient bull. “Quite, but I have never done society the disservice of being such an ass about it.”
Sirius twirls his moustache - not unlike a villainous wretch in one of James’ favored novels, and asks, “So it is the manor and all that rubbish that disturbs you, not Lord Malfoy asking Miss Evans to dance?”
“At least she looks miserable,” James adds, not feeling his most empathetic or gentlemanly, which is why a third voice joining their little tête-à-tête has him jolting dramatically enough to spill the dregs of his punch over his luckily dark hued cravat.
“Oh she definitely is.”
“Miss McKinnon, you are positively wraith-like,” Sirius says with a grin, offering James a handkerchief, “When did you arrive?”
“Long enough ago to know Lord Potter is a fool in love.”
“I would not presume to say ‘love.’”
Sirius snorts, “I would.”
“Do not worry your pretty little head,” Miss McKinnon adds, “Miss Evans hates Lord Malfeasance.”
James smiles grimly as he watches Lily – he can call her Lily in his head – whirl around the floor with Malfoy, her brittle smile plastered in place. “I like it.”
“Unfortunately for my sense of self importance, I cannot take credit for the witticism — twas all the lovely Miss Evans,” Miss McKinnon answers, frowning.
“She is witty,” James agrees, eyes distant as he nervously fiddles with the curls brushing his collar.
Sirius elbows him in the side, “She is also about to be released back to the throng of desperate gentlemen.”
“Should I — ”
One if his companions — or maybe both — shove him in the back, with Sirius’ encouragement hissed in his ear, “Off you go lover boy.”
Jily Microfic #6 - Sweeping
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“Oof, sweeping?”
James sighs and props his wrists atop the broom, staring off into space, “Sod off Evans.” Unfortunately, staring off dramatically only calls his attention to the endless cleaning ahead of him. Where do cobwebs even come from? Messy spiders?
“Potter, don’t be a sore loser.”
When he drops his forehead, he feels more than sees Lily come up behind him and wrap her arms around his middle. “No, I don't want your comfort.”
Her hands drift, tickling the bare skin of his stomach where she’s rucked the hem of his shirt up just enough to drive him a little mad. “Are you sure?”
To jar himself back to sanity, James pulls away and twists to face her, pointing the broom stick at her menacingly, “Yes Lily Evans, I don’t want to mess around with my girlfriend for comfort when I’m cleaning a whole manor because I lost a bet with said girlfriend who gave her winnings to my mum.”
“What a convoluted summation,” Lily says, grasping the broom just above his hands, “And we merely wanted to teach you a valuable lesson.”
“Which is ‘never trust beautiful women?’”
Lily leans in and presses a quick kiss to the tip of his nose, “Never agree to a bet before you have the full terms.”
June Microfic #5 - Kitchens
A/N: an actual house elf appears!
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James has just cracked the portrait hole open when he hears the last voice he wants to hear while sneaking back in after a night out sparring with Moony. Now under normal circumstances, he’s anywhere from neutral to elated at the prospect of an encounter with Lily Evans, his favorite prefect. Don’t tell Moony.
But right now, exhausted, covered in mud, and toting a basket full of contraband from the Kitchens – it’s not ideal.
He pauses, muscles trembling at holding the awkward squat in his state, and listens more closely.
“Trixie, I just feel awful making you do it for just me.”
“Miss Evans should not feel awful. Trixie is doing her job.”
Lily sighs deeply, like this argument is going on significantly longer than anticipated, “Your job is hardly to feed students at all hours.”
“But Miss – ”
“If you would just show me how to get into the Kitchens.”
“Oh but Trixie – ”
In an instant, James makes an ill considered, rash decision – his favorite kind – and pushes the Portrait Hole open. “I can put both of you out of your misery.” He gestures to the basket in his hand.
Trixie jolts, gripping the ends of her ears and tugging them nervously, “Mr. Potter startled Trixie. Should not be sneaking about the corridors.”
“You read my mind Trixie,” Lily agrees with a considering frown. She’s definitely spotted the mud on the ends of his robe and soles of his shoes. There must be some splattered on his face. Maybe half the basket will appease the crimson beast.
“Trixie thinks this is a matter for Miss Evans and Mr. Potter to discuss,” Trixie says, eyes wide, and disappears with a pop.
James ruffles his hair and feels the crispy tips, Evans definitely saw that mud. “Evening.”
“Morning more like.”
She’s folded her arms but she’s also fighting a grin. So he prods. “Miss Prefect is hardly in a position to judge when I walked in on you bullying a House Elf to sneak you into the Kitchens.”
“Get over here and share Mud Boy.”
June Microfic #4 - Loyalty
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Try as she might, Lily couldn’t bring herself to care about the masquerade. It was sure to be a fabulous spectacle, but lately it had all felt like something she watched through a spotty window pane, a thick veil, something that was real and yet not real to her. Not in a way that could touch her. No whining trombone could shake her into a fit of excitement.
Boring as she might sound, an evening in was the best reward. And a Roaring Twenties bash on campus sucked away time from her favored activities – the ones that actually relaxed her – of reading or lounging on the sofa eating Nutella and apples while Nick whined from the ottoman. Nick never believed he got his share - apples only of course. One bite for her, three bites for him, that was fair in his wide, pleading, puppy eyes.
Aside from the fact that it would take up entirely too much of her time and stress her more than deadlines on her thesis, she’d spend the entire evening somehow both bored and in fight or flight mode. Not that she can’t have a good time with others – its just if she’s in the mood for a trip back in time, she prefers a good episode of Miss Fisher or a bit of investigation with good old Agatha…maybe she needs murder relax?
Regardless, trying to find an authentic costume that fits, buying a ticket, and the lead up and the recoup. Too too much even if Marlene calls her an old lady. She’s decided it’s a compliment. Old ladies know what they do and don’t want and they aren’t afraid to speak up about it.
And what does Lily want? Cheeseburger and loaded chips.
June Microfic #3 - Wink
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James Potter, son of Fleamont and Euphemia, Marauder, Sixth Year, Quidditch Captain, Chaser, Transfiguration wiz, is losing his mind. Many people – Remus probably most of all – have accused him of it over the years and admittedly not without justification. But in truth, he never really believed it until he finished giving his entirely theoretical presentation on Animagi Theory, received a curt nod from McGonagall and on his way back to the desk he shared with Sirius - a wink from Lily Evans.
Now, as he has been turning this matter over in his head for the last six hours, he has asked himself many questions, none of which had anything to do with the coursework he was supposed to be mastering. Did she wink at all? Was it a twitch? Did she have something in her eye? Was it a trick of the light? Was it an angry glare? Has he finally gone ‘round the bend?
That last one could be true even if the wink is also true. Honestly either way this goes he may lose his gobstones.
James is jarred from his downward spiral by a dinner roll to the temple. “Oi!”
“Think you’ve re-mashed those potatoes well enough?” Remus says with a quirked brow.
“You’ve got the hand eye coordination of a Puddlemere chaser, Remmy,” James says with a sigh, scooping a fork full of lukewarm potatoes and shoveling it into his mouth.
“Furry little problems and Quidditch don’t mix too well,” Remus sighs. They’ve had this conversation before, of course. James says they could make it work, Remus says it would only draw attention to his monthly schedule.
He’d get more of a fight from James if he didn’t know Remus loved his books loads more than the idea of darting around the pitch after a quaffle.
James takes another bite of his twice mashed potatoes and sighs, finally relaxed for the first time in half a day, “So who - ”
Before he can ask whatever inane question he intended to posit regarding the upcoming Puddlemere Ballycastle match, the subject of his musings settles down diagonal from him and grabs a serving spoon, “Alright boys?”And as if to make sure he truly loses his mind, she catches his eye, and bloody winks.
House Elf Appreciation Day 3
Written for @jilymicrofics Prompt: Wink Word Count: 491
From his vantage points in the shadows of castle corridors, hidden passageways, and behind enchanted tapestries, Wipple had watched countless relationships unfold over the years.
Students became friends. Friends became sweethearts. Sweethearts became bitter enemies.
Enemies occasionally became sweethearts.
Yet no relationship had ever confounded him quite as much as that between Mr. Potter and Miss Evans.
To Wipple's eyes, they had a great deal in common. Both were unusually polite to the house-elves. They possessed a highly creative interpretation of school rules and they displayed an alarming willingness to hex, punch, or otherwise attack individuals they believed deserved it.
By all reasonable measures, they should have gotten along splendidly.
Instead, they seemed to alternate unpredictably between friendship and hostility.
One week they would be arguing loudly in a corridor. The next they would be laughing together. Then they would ignore one another entirely.
It was deeply confusing.
Then, several weeks ago, something had changed.
Mr. Potter and Miss Evans had emerged from the library together and proceeded down the corridor toward Gryffindor Tower. They had been talking the entire time, exchanging jokes and teasing remarks.
Most remarkably, neither had attempted to insult the other.
Wipple had been so surprised that he nearly walked into a suit of armor.
When they reached the portrait hole, Miss Evans turned toward Potter.
"You know," she said, a mischievous smile tugging at the corner of her mouth, "you're much more tolerable than I was led to believe."
Potter placed a hand over his heart.
"Evans, that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me."
"Don't let it go to your head."
"No promises."
She laughed softly.
"Good night, Potter."
"Good night, Evans."
She took a step toward the portrait hole, then paused.
"Oh, and Potter?"
"Yeah?"
"If you keep looking at me like that, people might start to think you have a crush on me."
Before Potter could form anything resembling a coherent response, Lily gave him a wink.
Just once. A tiny movement. Nothing more.
Miss Evans climbed through the portrait hole and disappeared. Mr. Potter remained standing in the corridor.
Completely motionless. His expression suggested that every coherent thought had abruptly abandoned him. Wipple had honestly wondered whether the boy required medical attention. Several minutes passed before Potter finally stumbled away, still looking thoroughly stunned.
Wipple never learned what transpired between them in the days that followed. What he did know was that shortly afterward, both students began appearing in the kitchens.
Separately and frequently.
Mr. Potter would sit at one table staring into space.
Miss Evans would appear on a different evening and do exactly the same thing.
Both seemed thoroughly miserable. And Wipple could not for the life of him understand why.
He had witnessed the entire incident.
There had been no shouting.
No dueling.
No crying.
Just one wink.
Yet somehow that single wink appeared to have triggered enough emotional turmoil to power the entire castle for a month.
