—LILY EVANS.

Lily and you had been friends since you were children, always neighbors; whenever Petunia bothered your friend, she would come to you, but distance separated you when Lily entered Hogwarts.
Although you saw each other every summer and winter break, it wasn't the same anymore; you wished you could go study with her, but for some strange reason, you couldn't.

Years passed, and you both grew up, becoming young ladies of 17 and 16. The shadow of the great tree covered you, and the warm summer breeze brushed against Lily's red hair, making it move slowly; you watched her, mesmerized, as if she were the most beautiful thing that had ever existed.

gypsy 👹