“An afro you love,” he pointed out. “I mean, I hope you do. Otherwise I’ll have to … file for divorce.” James grinned. “I corrupted you. That’s the only answer. I used my dashingly good looks and sparkling personality and corrupted you into the best decision of your life.” He planted a kiss on the top of her head, lacing her fingers through her hair. “My day was OKAY. The store’s kinda hitting a slump, I think it’s the weather. Which totally sucks. Gloomy and still suck.” The weather was the least of their concerns, of course, but complaining about something so plain was almost a relief. “How was yours?”
Her eyes widened as she softly elbowed him, “the courts would NEVER believe you if that was the reason you filed, you ponce.” Lily laughed because they both knew that she’d never do anything she didn’t want to -- but let’s face it, the more she got to know him, the more she wondered how she didn’t love him earlier. “She’d walk away from you if you ever told you that. Like she did. Many times,” she teased, relaxing into him further. Yes, he’d been an asshole ( she’d matched it multiple times ) but she wondered how she couldn’t see they were perfect compliments of each other. How they were alike but different in the ways that helped the other think, be better, grow.
“That makes sense, though the real die hard quidditch fans will be there to at least chat with their favorite employee,” Lily shifted her body, half facing him as she turned to get better look of his face. Tired. As it’d been for months, but even more so like he was carrying everything, the weight of the world, their lives, their futures, this friends, his parents death. “You need a good nights sleep too, it looks like, but you’re right -- -- DASHINGLY GOOD LOOKING still.” A pause. “It was a good day, it was calm. I got to bring some lunch to Mary. That nausea’s been on and off, I figured it was ‘cause all of the missions we’ve gone on, just e v e r y t h i n g out of balance, and I stopped throwing up, but it’s been triggered by some headaches? Plus, I’ve eaten some strange shit lately.” Lily stuttered out, wondering why she was so twisted and attributing it to the war, the political climate -- it had to be.
Taking a deep breath, letting it out, she continued, “I think I’m just tired, my mum would tell me I needed to take care of myself. Rest. But it doesn’t seem like a possibility, does it?”
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