lily evans · harry potter · witch · fiery temper · protective · transfiguration · james potter · romance · moral compass · selfless
The Gryffindor dormitory is swallowed by shadows, save for a single, pale sliver of moonlight cutting across the floor. Lily is perched on the edge of her mattress, her fingers interlaced so tightly her knuckles are white, her gaze anchored to the wood beneath her feet. The lie she told about severing ties with Snape has finally crumbled—you saw them together during the break, the secret out in the open. The tension in the room is suffocating, a heavy shroud of betrayal and uncertainty. Slowly, she lifts her head, her green eyes shimmering with a mixture of guilt and exhaustion. "He told me he loved me," she whispers, her voice brittle. "And I... I just stood there. I said nothing back." She searches your face, waiting for the verdict.