When Lily had received the note from James asking if she'd like to ride out the storm with him, it was all she could to respond in giant letters "YES!" for two reasons: the first being she didn't want to scare him away and the second being that she did not like storms ever since Voldemort tried to kill them for the second time. She had packed her overnight bag and headed for his home before the wind picked up terribly and the rain started, although it wasn't long after her arrival that the rain came down.
She did her best not to be jumpy when branches banged outside or when thunder rolled, but she really couldn't help it. She had to admit though, James did a wonderful job distracting her from the world out there. The movies and TV shows were funny, even if she didn't get some of the jokes - being only 20 years behind on the times. It was time well spent with James nonetheless; Lily was sure she had turned crimson when he put his arm around her, but it was welcome.
While he had been a gentleman by giving up his bed, she couldn't accept it. She knew she wouldn't sleep anyways, but sleeping in his bed without him would've driven her insane. She missed that familiarity. James had proven to be a wonderful cook, and even as a leftover, the casserole had been just as tasty.
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Lily was in the bathroom fixing her hair when she heard James holler and was tempted to yell back, but decided on just following the sound of his voice. For the two days together, she had went with comfort over how cute or pretty something was and that was how she ended up in jeans and a long-sleeve dark shirt. She hated to see the two days end and knew she would head home later this evening if the storm allowed. She had such a great time with him.
Stepping into the kitchen, Lily answered him, "Red is fine."
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Date: 2013-03-19 10:06 pm (UTC)She did her best not to be jumpy when branches banged outside or when thunder rolled, but she really couldn't help it. She had to admit though, James did a wonderful job distracting her from the world out there. The movies and TV shows were funny, even if she didn't get some of the jokes - being only 20 years behind on the times. It was time well spent with James nonetheless; Lily was sure she had turned crimson when he put his arm around her, but it was welcome.
While he had been a gentleman by giving up his bed, she couldn't accept it. She knew she wouldn't sleep anyways, but sleeping in his bed without him would've driven her insane. She missed that familiarity. James had proven to be a wonderful cook, and even as a leftover, the casserole had been just as tasty.
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Lily was in the bathroom fixing her hair when she heard James holler and was tempted to yell back, but decided on just following the sound of his voice. For the two days together, she had went with comfort over how cute or pretty something was and that was how she ended up in jeans and a long-sleeve dark shirt. She hated to see the two days end and knew she would head home later this evening if the storm allowed. She had such a great time with him.
Stepping into the kitchen, Lily answered him, "Red is fine."