Hogwarts had really gone all-out with the Halloween decorations this year - but then again, Lily thought, they always did. Intricately carved pumpkins were lined up along the teachers’ table so that the students felt they were being watched by not just the teachers, watching sternly for any signs of unfair trickery going on, but by at least twelve frankly quite terrifying pumpkin heads. Lily wondered if someone had actually sat and carved them themselves, or if there was a spell for that kind of thing. There was also at least double the number of candles hanging from the enchanted ceiling, and the tables looked as if they ought to be sagging under the weight of a hundred different halloween-themed foods; pumpkin pies, toffee apples, bright green cauldron cakes, dark chocolate ice cream with strawberry sauce ‘blood’… it was magnificent.
The problem was that Lily didn’t feel very much like joining in with the festivities. The day had been awful so far; while everyone had been discussing their costumes for the feast, Lily had discovered that her choice of outfit - a little black dress with a cat-eared headband - had been ripped somehow (she had her suspicions, all of which revolved around Maureen’s dreadful cat, who Lily liked to call Cruella). Then they had been given a surprise key dates test in History of Magic which she was sure she had messed up, and to top it all off, James seemed to be ignoring her.
She tried to convince herself that it didn’t matter. He was so annoying… she should be celebrating the fact that he was leaving her alone. And yet she couldn’t help but miss the insults flying back and forth between them, the way he smiled with one half of his mouth when he called her Evans, the feeling of her heart thudding against her ribcage when he turned and almost caught her looking at him in lessons…. dammit, Lily couldn’t help but miss him.
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