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       it was a beautiful day at hogwarts. the sunset reflected off of the black lake, offering the young witch just enough light to read by. lily heard footsteps, bright green eyes fixing onto the other. he stood hardly a few feet away, looking down at her through his glasses. 

                    ‘ lily tell me i’m pretty ‘

    a warm breeze rolled through the air. carefully, she put her book to the side, her eyes softening as she gazed upon him. his demand was simple enough. silence passed between them, for what seemed like hours. lily simply watched him, her lips curved into the sweetest of smiles. finally, she spoke. her voice was soft and gentle, words falling from her tongue as slow as honey dripped from a beehive. 

    ‘ no. ‘