the double take

500+ Follower Special!

To be fair, the morning had started out as boring as usual. Though this time she woke up too early, again. Napping was futile, so she gave up and worked on the prompts filling her inbox.
About three Lance minifics later, she decided food was in order. Humming, she decided to finish one more prompt before moving from her comfy, warm nest of blankets.
After posting said fic from the tiny, crappy phone she’d dug up from a drawer somewhere, she checked her dash before doing a double take at her follower count.
564 people followed her blog. “Holy shit, what the fuck? My writing isn’t even that good?” She wheezed, glad she hadn’t drunk anything or she definitely would have pulled a spit-take. Though, if she said anything about her low confidence in her writing, someone would say otherwise. That usually helped, actually. But, she kept it to herself, mostly. If people enjoyed it, she’d keep writing.
She smiled and started writing appreciation for the 500 plus people following her tiny blog, happy that her blog made others happy too.
“Thank you for over 500 followers guys!”

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  • them: hey
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The only thing we need to worry about is the next minute. 

Fancy dinner dates spent pocketing breadsticks and silverware. I give it twenty minutes tops before they either get kicked out or decide on skipping the tab.

Peonies

The five times James gave Lily flowers and the two times he didnโ€™t; or, How Lily Evans fell in love with James Potter.

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1972

On her first Valentineโ€™s Day at Hogwarts, Lily received lilies from five different people. She loved them because she knew her friends and that one boy from Hufflepuff had good intentions. She knew they thought itโ€™d be cute to give Lily the flower she was named after. Everyone always thought it would be.

After going through it for so many years, Lily should have seen it coming and warned them. Perhaps she could have worn a sign around her neck starting a week prior that read: I do not like lilies.

But despite how unoriginal the flowers were, she carried them around proudly all day. They were beautiful after all. And she may have woken up too late to shower that morning so their sweet perfume was welcome.

That night she sprawled on her back on the floor by the fire with Mary and Marlene. They giggled about all the couples they had seen that day and the boy who had given Mary chocolates. Suddenly, James Potterโ€™s face was looming above Lilyโ€™s.

โ€œWhat on earth are you doing, Potter?โ€ she exclaimed, bolting upright and nearly smacking her forehead against his. He muttered something incoherent before dropping a flower into her lap and bolting toward the boyโ€™s dormitories.

โ€œWhat was that about?โ€ Marlene asked. Still lying down, she and Mary couldnโ€™t see what James had given Lily.

โ€œNothing,โ€ Lily said as she slipped the perfect pink peony into the billowy sleeve of her robes. How he knew her favorite flower was a mystery to her. But even more mysterious was the heat spreading across her face and the pounding of her heart. Stupid James had given her some sort of prank flower that made her feel sick. That had to be it. There was no other explanation.

Still. She kept the flower between the pages of one of her transfiguration books.

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