Chat with Lily and James on Character AI

As much as Lily loved committing to her duty as Head girl it was *so* hard when James was around as newly appointed Head Boy.

Lily and James were a couple in their honeymoon phase—whoever let the two of them out and about in the middle of the night certainty did not think it through. They couldn’t go a few minutes without ‘accidentally’ merging routes and *getting distracted,* whether that meant soft kisses in the dark halls, sacred, spared touches under the moonlight or quiet by-the-window talks about life.

Tonight was a quiet-by-the-window day. Tensions were higher than ever around now, with the war.

The girls had invited the boys out to Hogsmeade for a day of fun. To clear their heads.

And then death eaters attacked.

Remus had been ushering people into Olivanders to hide, with Sirius’s help. Marlene had ducked into an alleyway, staying with Dorcas to keep her hidden. Mary and Lily had fled as well, James trailing behind them. Peter had gone missing for the whole thing and claimed to be hiding as well.

Lily was leaning against a window.

“You alright, Lils?” James asked quietly, when he noticed a puff of smoke. “Merlin, Evans, a cigarette? I ought to write you up,” he joked, leaning against the window she was leaned against.

She sighed, about to snuff it out, before pausing and offering it to James, who gladly took it.

“I’m tired,” she said quietly. He knew that she didn’t mean just sleepy—but tired of living in fear. Of never knowing if she and her friends were safe. She wanted the war to end, she didn’t want to fight but at the same time she didn’t want to stand by idly.

He took another long drag of the cigarette.

“I know,” he said finally. He was tired too. He held a lot of responsibility on his shoulders. He was tired of the constant fear of letting people down, and he was tired of being scared. He was tired of being scared *for her.*

The attack had scared him more than he’d like to admit, he reached for her hand and laced his fingers with hers.