Sometimes Lily would get an absent look on her face and James would know she wasn't with him anymore.
She was crammed into a potions closet, or in the second floor girl's bathroom. She was hiding under a bed with blue hangings or blushing red as she turned toward her dinner. She was walking hand in hand with a girl with long silvery hair and colourful jewellery. She was clinging to a figure clad in blue, tears streaming down her face.
Lily may have been afraid to forget Pandora Rosier...
but not quick to lose the scars she had left in her wake.












