
The toes of her shoes brushed the rubber tips of his trainers, and she still held his warm hands in hers. The space between their noses was primarily due only to the height difference; James stared down at her, and she stared back, the smile not quite faded from her lips…
Her lips, which were, incidentally, dangerously near to his.
This sobered Lily at once, as did the unexpected seriousness of James’s expression. Neither of them smiled now; it was almost as though all the air had been sucked out of each, and, for a second, they both held their breath.
She thought she was in love and disliked the fact
He knew he was in love and positively hated it
Whatever else this may turnout to be, it’s first and foremost a love story. - The Life and Times [X]
Lily sat down. Numbly, she attempted to steady herself against the bed, but her breathing became labored, and over and over again she read the words on the trembling page.
-Chapter 35

The toes of her shoes brushed the rubber tips of his trainers, and she still held his warm hands in hers. The space between their noses was primarily due only to the height difference; James stared down at her, and she stared back, the smile not quite faded from her lips…
Her lips, which were, incidentally, dangerously near to his.
This sobered Lily at once, as did the unexpected seriousness of James’s expression. Neither of them smiled now; it was almost as though all the air had been sucked out of each, and, for a second, they both held their breath.
UNLUCKY THIRTEEN BY HATE POTION
THIS IS FOR EVERYONE WHO WANTED ME TO SING
Okay, guys, this is a really crappy version. I thought it would be better. But, you know. Hopefully HermioneSarah will add some cool guitar where there is humming.
Also, don’t pay attention to the lyrics. They don’t make sense. None of it. It doens’t have some hidden backstory or anything. It is just words put together randomly.
Okay.
What is this?: I sort of have an addiction to the tlat bands, and, well, I am hatepotion and I felt like it was my duty. Um, well, I sort of based on this to so the song:
“No, but a few of those songs were really brilliant. Like…”
“‘Unlucky Thirteen?’”
“Yes—that’s my favorite song.”
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“No,” said Marlene, idly looking at a box of Sugar Quills. “In the eleventh hour, I’m the unlucky thirteenth…” chanted the throaty vocals of a singer on the WWN. Marlene felt herself smiling. “No, he’s no Miles Stimpson.”
Usually a month or so, sometimes more. Jules is human we have to respect that! X
And then, for a moment—only a few seconds—Lily’s breath caught in her throat, and she realized something.She realized that her stomach was doing back-flips. She realized that a little piece of her ached to be standing close to the Head Boy. She realized she hadn’t been breathing for several moments.
Lily realized she would very much like to kiss James Potter just then.
It was a moment—only a few seconds—of clarity: a realization that was immediately surprising and then quite obvious. Right there, right then, she wanted nothing more than to kiss James. It wasn’t alcohol speaking; it wasn’t just hormones; there could be no more excuses.
She liked James Potter.
She really, really liked James Potter.
Lily realized this… for a few clear, hopeful, comforting seconds, Lily realized exactly what she wanted, and it was the first time she had really known this for a very long time. She felt a glow of enlightenment, as one often does when they arrive late at self revelation—when they finally have a grip on what, exactly, would make them truly, ridiculously ecstatic at that instant in time. And what a thing to discover, that it should be James Potter… James Potter, who had liked her once before, and might like her again, if given encouragement…
For a moment—only about nine and a half thrilling, wonderful seconds—Lily was happy. People hurried past her, shouting and talking but mute; the train revved and roared, but silently; her heart pounded, the heat rose in her face. This was going to be a good year.
Then, into the frame of her sight which had now narrowed and centered on James Potter, a new figure entered. Brunette and lovely and flawless, Carlotta Meloni appeared. She wrapped her thin, sun-kissed arms around James’s neck and kissed him on the lips.
And James kissed Carlotta back.
And someone walked by to punch Lily in the stomach, knocking the wind out of her for a full six seconds. Or if they didn’t, they might as well have.
Day 4: Favorite Marauder-Era fanfic
The Life and Times by Jewels5
James Potter - Aaron JohnsonSirius Black - Ben Barnes
Remus Lupin - Andrew Garfield
Peter Pettigrew- Jeremy Dozier
Lily Evans - Karen Gillan
Marlene
PriceMicKinnon - Freya MavorReginald Cattermole - Eddy Redmayne
Mary MacDonald - Leighton Meester
Donna Shacklebolt - Antonia Thomas
*shout out to commentarius because it’s a close second and by close i mean they are actually tied but i like this photoset