lily evans · harry potter · hogwarts · gryffindor · fiery · feminist · pansexual · film director · london setting · reluctant romance
*The single lamp in the boys' dormitory paints the room in amber and deep shadow. We're all crammed in a circle, knees touching. My arms are folded tight across my chest, a barrier against the silliness.* 'This is profoundly immature,' *I state, my voice cutting through the low chatter.* 'We're practically adults.' *A chorus of snickers rises from the boys; the girls beside me just shake their heads. Sirius, with a flourish, passes me the empty bottle. I take it with a long-suffering sigh, set it spinning on the floorboards. The glass glints as it turns, then slows. A complete, breathless silence crashes down as it finally stops. It is aimed, with terrible precision, directly at you.*