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[frostedravens]

If 'I love you' is said with meaning, it can never be said enough.

@meggie-jolly

Late night/early morning musings, and my best friend gives me this gem.

[almostalyssamarie]

Jily Challenge: January

JILY CHALLENGE

@almostalyssamarie v @meggie-jolly

hogwarts locations + the quidditch pitch

AN: It’s a bit long, and I wanted to get it posted so I didn’t do too much editing. enjoy!

If there were ever a place James Potter would consider himself to be at peace, it would be here. Alone at midnight, bathed in the light of a thankfully waning moon, laying in the carefully kept grass of Hogwarts Quidditch pitch. Sure, it was a bit cold with the Scottish wind whistling around him as he wasn’t exactly dressed in his warmest clothes. The scarlet button-up he wore was thin, even with his thick woolen vest pulled over it. In his haste to flee the castle, the only cloak he thought to grab was great for subtly, not warmth. Even so, here, at night, with no crowd in the stands, no broom in his hands he took solace in the fact he was no one to the abandoned arena. He was not Number 07 Potter, Quidditch Captain, nor James Potter, Gryffindor and Head Boy, nor Jamie Fleamont Potter, sole son of the renowned potioneer and his loving wife. With no one around and only his thoughts, he could step away from his responsibilities for a moment. After all, the towering hoops gave no thought towards the sneered Potter, blood traitor and enemies of Slytherins and Death Eaters alike. The firm ground didn’t protest to bearing the weight of the well-worn Mr. Potter, who at age 17 had already been called to fight in a war he was all too aware of. He was too hidden from the thick cover of the forest to be Prongs, marauder, brother, and protector of his own as they struggled with their fear, their anger, and in Remus’ case, their curse. Yes, James Potter was nearly at peace, left with only one identity, one that these days seemed impossible to shake. Even here, he could not cease to be James Potter, the boy madly in love with Lily Evans.

Even out in the cold, James couldn’t forget how everything had seemed to be afire. With every fireplace roaring, and nearly every student from fifth year above filling the transformed Great Hall, James could feel the stray beads of sweat gathering at the nape of his neck. He would have tugged at his collar then if it weren’t for Remus’ arm resting casually on his shoulders. The fact that his dark eyes were alight in a way that rarely happened so soon after a full moon filled James with a warmth he could not so easily disregard. Especially when the low peals of Peter’s laughter beside him were so delightfully distracting. He didn’t have to taste the drink Sirius had practically forced in his hand to know that it was spiked, but the burn of Firewhiskey balanced the holiday punch well. If the first drink had him sputtering, the genuine smile on his best friend’s handsome face had him taking a second. Absorbed in his own corner of the world, he was still all too aware of the flame flitting across the room, fanning a fire inside him he had long since hoped to extinguish.

Lily Evans was a vision in her carefully tailored emerald dress robes, a single silk strap cutting across alabaster skin, her fiery hair curled and pinned elegantly to the side. She wore the color combination better than any of the other festive students, than the giant Christmas trees standing proud, than the mistletoe James had helped hang himself. If his field of vision were to extend beyond Lily, he might have noticed he was not the only one having these thoughts, as several other sets of eyes followed the beloved head girl across the floor. Instead a well-placed punchline from Remus had Peter drawing James back into the fray. With a fleeting look towards Lily conversing with Marlene McKinnon, he turned back to the Marauders.

There they stood, shoulder to shoulder with near identical grins that, if James weren’t used to, would be mildly terrifying. James barely found it disconcerting.

“What? Is my shirt on backwards? Did Pads shave a design into the back of my hair again? Oh god- you didn’t lace my drink, did you? Liquor is one thing, but you know even I have standards!” His expression was one of mock horror, and he was personally patting himself on the back for a riveting performance when Sirius shook his head. Looking to Remus and Peter, who gave him an affirming nod, he stepped forward, putting his hand on James’ shoulder.

“Prongs, my guy… Just go ask her to dance.”

Despite the fact he had spent a good deal of time watching the aforementioned her throughout the night, it took James a second to realize what Sirius was suggesting he do. Rolling his eyes, he shrugged his friend’s hand off, hoping it came across as casually as he was aiming.

“Nah, I mean, she’s having fun, we’re having fun-“ Peter snorted, earning a scowl from James and an elbow from Remus. “Guys, we’ve had this discussion. I’m done making moves on Lil- Dammit, Sirius! Stop giving me that look.” Remus, trying to spare himself of the wrestling match sure to ensue, stepped forward then, throwing another elbow into Sirius’ stomach as he caught sight of his wiggling eyebrows.

“What Padfoot is trying to say, is that you can ask her to dance without making any moves. You’re Head Boy, she’s Head Girl… It’s probably some sort of unofficial tradition.” The pointed look Remus gave him was encouraging, a direct contradiction of the crude hand signals being thrown behind his back.

James considered it, deciding Remus was right. After punching Sirius in the arm and ducking away before he had time to return an attack, James refocused, taking no time at all to locate Lily… her head thrown back in laughter, cheeks flushed as she spun in the arms of some Ravenclaw James didn’t recognize. He could acknowledge it was a rash reaction. But it didn’t stop him from disappearing into the hall, pulling the invisibility cloak from his back pocket and sneaking away.

And now, the boy who loved was here, sprawling under the watch of a sky full of stars and four decorated towers, his chest aching with cold and something he refused to name. Eyes closed behind his glasses, James intertwined his fingers with the frostbitten grass, yearning to sink just a little bit further, until Lily Evans was but a seed planted in his mind.

“James?”

A quiet, but familiar voice stoked the fire within like a hot poker, and he opened his eyes. Standing above him, green silk peeking out from behind a winter cloak was the flower herself.

Neither of them said anything, yet the silence was not awkward. It was accompanied by the rustling of the Forbidden Forest and punctuated by the sound of the Giant Squid breaking the surface of the Black Lake. A moment, or perhaps a lifetime later, Lily shrugged, making up her mind on an argument only she seemed to be having. With all the grace she could muster on a grassy field in heels, she sank to her knees, comfortable only when she was laying besides James, close enough he could feel the heat radiating off her in waves. He did his best not to scoot closer, to tiptoe, not sprint across the hot coals, but he couldn’t resist turning his head to face her. He was only half surprised to find she was looking back, no real explanation on her face as to why she had left her date to find him here. James could only hold his tongue for so long before asking the question that was plaguing him the most.

“Aren’t you worried you’re going to ruin your dress?” He inquired, reaching over to gingerly brush his knuckles across a piece of the fabric closest to him, all too aware of how close he came to brushing her side. Lily shivered, and James told himself it was because of the wind.

Lily shook her head then, proving she also lacked concern over the state of her hair, which James could see was already falling out of its pins, loose tendrils curling around her neck. Again he fought the urge to twirl one around his finger, to feel her pulse beneath his fingertips.

“I’ve heard magical dry cleaning does wonders. Besides, it’s just a dress. The real question is, aren’t you afraid you’re going to ruin your circulation?” Lily motioned towards his half extended hand and the reddened fingers now nearly clenched into a fist.

She made a disapproving noise before reaching for it, slender fingers shooting electricity up James’ arm as she pried them out of the ball they were in. “If you keep them like that any longer they’re going to freeze like that. Then you’re going to snap them off trying open them. And even you can’t fly without fingers” The statement was ridiculous coming out of Lily’s mouth in such a matter of fact tone, and James couldn’t help the short “Ha!” that escaped, nor the wide smile that continued to nearly split his face when she laughed too.

“Well then maybe you should help warm them up, Evans”

It was meant to be a quip, a sassy piece of banter not unusual for their interactions. Instead, it came out quieter, almost soft, inflections in all the wrong places. Lily didn’t seem to notice. Instead, she looked thoughtful before wrapping both her hands around his, closing the few inches of distance left between them as she shifted.

There was another silence, during which James considered the pros and cons of interrupting, asking how she found him, why she decided to look. He didn’t get any further than opening his mouth before Lily turned her head towards him, her voice somehow but steady yet unsure.

“You know, you could have asked me. To dance, I mean… I was waiting. Marlene told me there was no way you wouldn’t be over. But then Marlene suggested David show me how to Waltz- I was bloody awful, by the way. By the time I looked back over, you were gone…” She let her voice trail, but he could hear the question behind it, could see the concern reflecting in her gold rimmed eyes.

A million thoughts flashed through James’ mind, a million questions, an itemized list of three years’ worth of moments he had long since stopped trying to overanalyze that suddenly seemed to have new meanings. But…

If there were ever a place James Potter would consider himself to be at peace, it would be here.  With Lily past midnight, bathed in the light of a thankfully waning moon, laying close enough he could hear every breath she took, her hand in his.

Talking could wait.

Turning his palm until it pressed against hers, James let out the breath he hadn’t meant to be holding when she curled her fingers around his. Her smile was nothing extraordinary, just a slight upward turn of her tinted lips, but it was enough. Pressed shoulder to shoulder in the carefully kept grass of Hogwarts Quidditch pitch, James Potter was content with being the boy in love with Lily Evans.

[thehundredrarepairs]

Could you post the e-mail address we're supposed to send our work to again?

Of course, the address is: [email protected]. For future reference, our email address can also be found on the sidebar of our blog.

[babykabocha]

I just read Beauty Queens by Libba Bray and loved it. You should find some selfies tagged as /me

url:  idgi probably bc i’m dumb | nice nice nice | i’m jealous and i want  it | url game too fucking strong wtf dude

icon: not rly my thing | u did good man |  br uh tell me where u get these nice things theme: hella rad| pretty pretty | ngl i kinda want to steal it | my aesthetic af updates tab:  this is cool!! | like ice cream on a hot day |  i’m not a regular sidebar, i’m a cool sidebar posts: not rly my style | omg y e s | ur dash is probably just as fab as u r |  u were probably a god in ur past lifeoverall: a+esthetic | amazing like ur face | that feel when the buzzfeed quiz gives u a good answser | we’re probably drift compatible | following: not yet????? :( | hmu anytime babe u my squad now | no fucking shit dude |  i ship u with me sry

fancast: there is a???? lack of blonde characters in the shows i watch ugh oh but karen page from daredevil is a good one and she’s v v v pretty like u r

compliment: !!!!!! i love the colours on ur blog and ur mobile theme banner thing is also v cute ouo

!!!!! blogrates

[meggiejolly]

100 follower Blogrates

I finally reached a hundred followers a couple days ago (by the way THANK YOU!) and decided to celebrate that by doing blogrates.  I have never done Blogrates so please be patient if I take a little longer. 

Rules: - must be following me - reblog this post - tell me what you think I could improve on my blog

You’ll get:

URL: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 Icon: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 Posts: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 Theme: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 Following: No, I’m sorry / I’m considering it / Not yet, but now / Already am :)

[murdersquash]

My favorite the 100 lady is definitely Raven

URL: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | RAVEN REYES

Icon: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | OCTAVIA BLAKE

Theme: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | COMMANDER LEXA

Posts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | ANYA

Overall: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | CLARKE GRIFFIN

Following: no(t yet) | Now I am! | Yes obviously | UNTIL THE VERY END

share in the lady lovin’

[se-lu-ne]

meggie-jolly replied to your post “My parents offered to bring back souvenirs from the US, as they are...”

Cheeseitz and stuff from bath and body works

ok! thanks for the suggestions, I’ll look into it :D

[gxldentrio]

My favorite word right now is probably buddy. :)

Your house: (your house) hufflepuff

Which hp character do you remind me of: (for fun) neville

Wand’s core (url):

Troll whisker | Kneazle’s whisker | Unicorn hair | Dragon heartstring | Phoenix feather

Transfiguration grade (theme):

Troll | Dreadful | Poor | Acceptable | Exceeds Expectations | Outstanding

Quidditch position (icon):

Beater | Keeper | Chaser | Seeker

Spell (posts):

Asendio | Stupefy | Expelliarmus | Wingardium Leviosa | Imperio | Alohomora | Avada Kedavra | Expecto Patronum  

Am I supporting your quidditch team (following?):no, sorry!!

Headmaster’s comment: (my comment): maybe try upping your game on the aesthetics part of your blog? you know, theme, url, icon... idk

JUST FINISHING UP