“Remember the days of the hot wind ripping through your hair as you sped down a big hill on your bike? Remember closing your eyes every now and then as you made your descent, braving the risk of hitting a pothole at the wrong angle and colliding with asphalt? You let go of the handlebars…
Growing up, these were her bedtime stories. Her dad would read books to her by authors like Agatha Christie and Arthur Conan Doyle. It was something they did every night until Lily started going to Hogwarts. She realized she had difficulty sleeping when she didn’t read anything by her favorite authors so she started reading them to herself. Her favorite books are all of the Sherlock Homes books and Murder on the Orient Express.
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She had just started liking boys, and even though she had vowed to hate him forever in first year, her attention settled on him. Unfortuantely, James was oblivious to her infatuation and pulled a particularly mean joke involving a change in her hair color. Lily retaliated by making his voice high and squeaky. This officially ended her interest in him, and began his interest in her.
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She didn’t think that they should skip down the corridors, arm in arm and singing but she didn’t want them at each others throats either. She thought that they should all treat each other equally, no matter what blood status you had.
She firmly believed that it’s your own actions that show who you truly are, not who your parents were, what house you were in, or who you hang out with. It always came down to what you did. That’s why she never forgave Severus for calling her a mudblood.
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Sirius told James, in 4th year, that if he were a redhead, it would get Lily’s attention. James believed him and had Sirius dye his hair that night. He came to breakfast the next day and walked up to Lily. Before he could say anything to her she burst out laughing. She handed him a mirror and James saw something that wasn’t there the night before. He had bright blue spots mixed in with the red. Before he could reply with some comment to cover up what had happened, he heard Sirius’ bark of laughter behind him and started to chase the boy around the campus.
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“Hey, Evans. Can I borrow a quill?” James said, wiggling his eyebrows.
Lily grabbed his tie, pulled him back and leaned over her desk. “Listen Potter, if you make one more suggestive comment-.” Lily began.
“Since when is asking to borrow a quill considered ‘suggestive’?” James asked, smiling devilishly.
“Coming from your mouth, anything’s suggestive.” Lily replied, letting go of James’ tie and sitting back in her seat.
“Oh come on, Evans-” James began.
“Good morning, class.” Professor McGonnagle said, walking into the classroom, stopping the conversation between the two teenagers.
At a young age she was always drawing on things, including walls when she didn’t know better. There’s even a wall her parents didn’t paint over because they though it was too cute.
At home, she had bookshelves full of completed sketchbooks and her walls held all her favorites that she called her “Pride and Joy.” In the rest of the house, her work was everywhere. Her parents hung up her stuff on all the walls, which embarrassed her greatly, but even Petunia had some of her sister’s art on her walls.
At school, she always had a sketchbook in her hand and whenever she got bored she would doodle. If she wasn’t in the common room or the library, she was probably out by the lake, looking for inspiration. Her favorite things to sketch were the castle, Hogsmead and, later, James.
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