“Nah, she didn’t.”
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
Day 2: The Moment The Shipping Began
“You wouldn’t happen to know who it is, would you?” I asked, once I had regained my lost composure. James just shrugged, obviously disliking the topic. It was then I remembered that, even through all his troublemaking faults, James had also been one of the main candidates for Head Boy, and I instantly felt horrid for bringing it up.
“I do know one thing though,” he’d said rather quietly. “Whoever he is, he sure is one lucky bloke,”
“Why’s that?” I asked stupidly. It was obvious James had wanted to be Head Boy and was mourning the loss of the position.
At least, I thought he was.
“Well,” he answered very softly, taking a step closer to me. “He gets to work with you, doesn’t he?”
Commentarius by B.C Daily
Day 1: Favorite Book Moment
“And,” said Harry doggedly, determined to say everything that was on his mind now he was here, “he kept looking over at the girls by the lake, hoping they were watching him!”
“Oh well, he always made a fool of himself whenever Lily was around,” said Sirius, shrugging. “He couldn’t stop himself showing off whenever he got near her.”
“How come she married him?” Harry asked miserably, “She hated him!”
“Nah, she didn’t,” said Sirius.
“She started going out with him in seventh year,” said Lupin.
“Once James had deflated his head a bit,” said Sirius.
“And stopped hexing people for the fun of it,” said Lupin.
Inspired by this Photoset [X]
The Life and Times by Jewels5
“I’ve got an idea, Carlotta.” Remus descended exactly one step. “Why don’t you run along to your boyfriend and spend as much time as you can with him, because honestly, with all of this Shelley business and everything else, for some reason or another, I just can’t imagine it lasting too much longer between you two. Cheers.”
“I’ll have you know I’m a model son,” said James, faux indignant.
“So sneaking out to a protest and getting kind-of arrested isn’t the norm?”
“It’s my mates: you’re a bad influence on me.”
Lily actually laughed at that. “Oh, I’m a bad influence, am I?”
“Rubbish,” said James solemnly. “Most of the trouble I got into when I was younger was on your behalf.”
“Loads of good it did you.”
“There was method to my madness… it just wasn’t the greatest method.”
“You might have tried just being nice,” said Lily, blushing a little—she hoped James didn’t notice. If he did, he didn’t comment.
“Ah, but where’s the fun in that?”
The fun, indeed. Somewhat melodramatically, perhaps, Lily reflected that without the fun of it, there was an excellent chance that James would not have chased her at all. And, certainly, when the fun was sufficiently depleted, he’d found the girl who more or less held the patent on fun. She’d been quiet for several seconds, and it was uncomfortable again. She panicked slightly at this realization (was she being horribly obvious?), which only kept her quiet longer, until she could think of nothing else to say except: “You dropped a pumpkin.”
James caught the unsubtle change of subject. “Yeah, I reckon I should clean that up.” He rose to do so, and Lily took the little reprieve of attention to collect herself.
Flirting.
She’d been flirting with him.
Bloody Shelley Boat.
-The Life and Times [X]
AU MEME: James and Lily (Portrayed by Karen Gillan and Aaron Johnson) as Satine and Christian in Moulin Rouge!
“The greatest thing, you’ll ever learn, is just to love and be loved in return.”
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.
Reginald Cattermole & Mary MacDonald
“This is me,” sighed Mary, when they arrived at Gryffindor Tower’s entrance. “Thanks for walking me.”“You’re welcome.”
“Sleep well.”
“You as well.”
They both smiled, and then Mary hugged the Hufflepuff briefly. “Have a good summer, Reg.”
“You, too. Be sure to write?”
“Of course.” She paused before giving the Fat Lady the password. “Reg,” she repeated thoughtfully. “I suppose that’s what I’ll call you.”
Reginald smiled. “It’s taken you all year to decide on Reg?”
Mary merely shrugged. “I like to be thorough with the big things,” she declared. “Goodnight, Reg.”
“Goodnight, Mary.”
-The Life and Times [X]
