a @tumbledfreckles and @mppmaraudergirl collaboration fic
At sixteen, James Potter boarded the Hogwarts Express and knew without a doubt that he and Lily Evans were not meant to be friends, let alone more. But little did he, nor Lily herself, understand all the difference a year can make.
Chapter Four: Christmas Decorating
It was not that Lily wanted to be friends with James Potter. It had never topped her list of things to do, certainly never garnered much of her interest.
Yet…
The words that were spoken in such a clipped and annoyed tone just a month prior still sat in her subconscious.
I'm not the one of us who hates the other, Evans.
She didn’t want to think about it again, but this comment coupled with one from Remus—who stood beside her in the Great Hall presently, arm raised as he levitated a sparkling golden bulb onto a twelve-foot-tall Christmas tree—back in October, were making it impossible to not think about him.
He’s moving on in his own way.
“Lily?”
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