reckless living • wolfstar & jily

Memories- JILY

Each one is known to fade just like paint, but the ones between the redhead and prankster never seemed to discolour.

"Shut up, Potter! When will you get it through your thick head that I do not like you?! Leave me the heck alone and stalk after Mirelda or someone like that!" Lily yelled at the smug boy before her. Seconds before, he had ruffled up his birds nest like hair and asked out Lily Evans. She, like every other time, refused and screamed in his face. This particular time, she resisted hexing him in to an oblivion. Sirius Black patted James Potter's back and shrugged at him, James laughed out loud winked at Lily. Lily had to fight the urge to whip out her wand.

Lily remembered these times while she rubbed her swelling stomach.

"4 beans of moontisk, 3 tablespoons of sopophorus juice..." Lily whispered under her breath. The enormous pile of homework in front of her was the only thing to keep her occupied.
"You won't be able to drown out your sorrows in homework, Evans. That's just not how it works." A voice said quietly behind her. Without turning, Lily knew that voice. Potter.
"What do you want?" She spat. James was expecting her to be like this and honestly, he couldn't blame her. He had annoyed her mirthlessly for how long? Oh yeah, 5 years. Now of course, she would be expecting him to an annoying prat again.
"To know that your ok." James sat in the chair in front of her, only a table dividing them, "I'm sorry Lily. First for being annoying, I-"
"Always got to be about you, doesn't it?" She scoffed. James tolerated this well, Lily was angry and he was going to do his best to solve that. But now he had to cut to the chase.
"Your parents. It's not in the Prophet or anything, but it's kind of obvious. I know they were wonderful people because they had you and your fantastic. Voldemort's going to ruin lives, but, on how selfish it may sound, yours isn't fully ruined yet. Make them proud, get the job you've always wanted, start a family with someone you actually love and just try to be happy." Lily looked up, trails of tears still staining her cheeks.

Every time James looked at his wife beside him in bed, he would remember this moment. I'll love her to hell and back.

James Potter zoomed about the Quidditch pitch, the wind whipping his dusted pink face. Avery was in possession of the Quaffle and and all James had to do was go round from behind, where he'd clearly pass to another and grasp the ball.

Lily watched from the Gryffindor stands, nervousness evident in her posture. Girls behind her watched enviously as she clutched James' scarf, he had asked her to hold it and, very reluctantly, Lily accepted. She didn't hate the idea if holding his scarf, it was just people would assume they were together or at least they would think Lily was finally habouring some feelings. But she wasn't, pffft, no. Yeah, why would she? S-she didn't like James and the way he- NEVER MIND. She twiddled the red ends in her fingers, the doofus looked like he was about to collide with the floor!
"James Potter of Gryffindor and my best friend, looking like he's about to collide with the grass, but... wait, no! I don't believe it! He's done a Wonky Faint!" Peter yelled on to the pitch.
"Wronski Feint! James Potter has just peformed a Wronski Feint!" McGonagall snapped while Lily smiled. Peter was nearly always getting the names of Quidditch tricks wrong and it was quite a laugh to hear.
"Oh, I don't know what your name is, but I want my Jamie's scarf." A girl with cropped, straight black hair said from behind Lily.
"What do you mean 'your Jamie'?" Lily asked, her heart sinking horribly.
"I think he likes me!" The smug girl squealed. Lily felt her heart lift once more, James couldn't like her! He gave her a hint the other day of who he likes and he said the girl had long hair! This girl had hair above her shoulders.
"I-I don't exactly think he does see, but I don't think I would've given you the scarf either way because one, it's a SCARF, and two, James told me to just hold it. Now, I'm trying to focus on the game." Lily turned her head back to the front feeling quite triumphed. She knew she probably shouldn't, but maybe she did think differently about him. Just maybe.

Lily watched her one year old son and beautiful husband trying to teach the younger to fly. The image slowly morphed in to the memory. Her eyes prickled with tears but she smiled as she saw her son raise a foot off the ground.

You see, memories are like bits that you can hold on to even when the clouds are grey.

well, hello there. sorry for the messed up updating schedule. i'm the worst. this note is probably going to be quite short as i haven't the slightest clue what to talk about. or maybe i can extend it? hey, how was your day? i really like your shirt, it suits your.... face.
see you next millenium.