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[12 January] [Harry Potter] Dulce Bellum Inexpertis
Title: Dulce Bellum Inexpertis
Day/Theme: 12 January / "what the snowman learned about love"
Series: Harry Potter
Character/Pairing: Lily Evans and Sirius Black
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1110
While James runs inside to fetch his mittens, Lily brushes snow flurries from her hair. She hides behind the opposite side of the castle where the snow is knee-deep. Beneath her feet, the earthy remains of a foxglove patch jab through her snow boots.
She is giddy and must stifle her giggles. An element of surprise.
Sirius wanders into the scene, his attention in the opposite direction. Aiming for discretion, Lily takes a handful of powdery snow and waits.
He is looking for her but, obviously distracted, does not have the astuteness to turn around. When he does, his face blushes with a sudden blitz of snow. He stumbles backwards, trying his best to shake it off. Her hair blares against the snow, a siren in the fog, and he fixes on it.
She shrieks as he sees her.
“Truce!”
But he charges after her, gathering armfuls of ammunition as he goes.
Lily covers her head in vain, dodging violent snowfall. She does a good job of outrunning him at first but, as she comes closer to the castle wall, slows in the deep snow. Ultimately, she stumbles when he is upon her, shrieking and cowering beneath him.
“Truce, truce!” she giggles.
He drops the rest of his snow atop her and, satisfied that she has learned her lesson, offers a hand up. Lily takes it wholeheartedly.
“Thanks.” She pushes a handful of snow into his face. He coughs, or laughs, vehemently.
“Alright, truce for real!” She cries.
He grins sourly at her, rubbing his nose. His face has flushed red at the icy touch.
“You’re untrustworthy.” he says.
Her laughter ebbs, but her smile remains, as she leans against the castle wall. He joins her. For a minute, they only catch there breath. Then Lily turns towards him, smiling wickedly.
“We’ll ambush James when he comes round.” She whispers conspiratorially.
He barks with laughter, vaguely incredulous.
“We?”
“He’ll never expect it!”
Sirius tips his head back.
“You’re a cheeky one. I pegged you to be a good girl.”
“I’ll do as I like.” She retorts. She takes a handful of snow and urges him to do the same.
“When he comes round, we’ll hit him at the same time.”
They stand silent in wait, watching intently for James to appear. The snow scene is otherwise peaceful. Few students are out so early in the morning, just an hour after sunrise. Even Remus, an early rise like her, had opted to stay soundly in bed.
Sirius leans into her ear and whispers,
“You’re fraternizing with the enemy, you know.”
She gives him a sideways look, both questioning and audacious. He wets his mouth, then seems to regret it.
“How do you know I won’t betray you when James comes around the corner?” he asks.
She grins knowingly.
“You won’t. You’re loyal to me.”
His eyes bear down on hers.
“I’ll do as I like.”
He deliberately pushes the snowball against her cheek. Ice water drizzles delicately down her chin and she grins as if it were a bee’s sting.
Lily lifts her arm as if to return the gesture, but he is quicker, catching her around the wrist. James’s snowball clumps to the ground. Sirius’s other arm pins her against him, her free arm included, preventing too much movement. They look as though they are dancing. A triumphant smirk has graced his mouth.
At first, she struggles futilely against him, then attempts to stare him down. It is difficult because he is taller than her, and his hold has pressed them close together; rather, her top view is his bristly eyelashes. Her nose can sense the tiny hairs on his nose; her lips can almost taste the dark stubble on his chin. He smells wet and earthy, as she always imagined a boy should, and when he sighs, she traces the remnants of Ice Mice on his breath.
Lily bites her lip, her heart beating double in her chest. Or perhaps she can feel his heartbeat through her clothes; she can’t tell. They stand, posed as minute figurines in a snow globe. Though, she realizes dimly, it isn’t snowing.
Sirius lowers his head slightly as if to say something. His mouth brushes hers accidentally; the touch is staggering and her arms erupt with goosepimples.
“Sorry.” He murmurs hurriedly. His voice is husky. His hold has loosened, but he still won’t let her go. His hold has loosened, but she has not struggled free.
Over his shoulder, she sees James emerge from around the corner.
“Sirius?” He calls.
They each take a certain step back.
Lily breathes quickly, thankful for the cold as an answer to her flustered face. She checks his face quickly. Sirius’s eyes are wedged shut and he mutters, thinking to himself. They do not appear to be pleasant thoughts.
James draws upon them, and Sirius says,
“I’ve captured the enemy!” He takes her wrist in his hand again, staring at James with a clumsy but convincing smile. James rubs his hands eagerly.
“Good work, admiral.”
He claps Sirius on the back as he arrives at his side. Lily swallows the lump in her throat, attempting to act natural. She glares at Sirius.
“You said you were loyal to me.”
“I’m a double agent, see?” He speaks directly to her, his tone joking but his eyes serious. She wonders whether the gray of his eyes reflects in hers. “I’m very good at sneaking about. No one ever suspects…”
He trails off.
Lily takes in a quick breath. What is he getting at?
James chuckles, none the wiser.
Sirius breaks their gaze and looks at James.
“What should we do with her?”
“Make her walk the plank perhaps?” He grins wider, “Or maybe set her in front of a firing squad?”
There is a moment of deliberation. Sirius drops Lily’s hand.
“I’ll leave you to it, then. I’m spent.”
He turns unceremoniously and heads back towards the courtyard. She watches him retreat with baited breath. James cocks his head.
“Did something happen?”
She almost panics, but struggles out instead,
“Why do you say that?”
“He never skips the opportunity to torture a lady fiend.”
Lily continues to watch him leave, musing,
“I think he’s had his fill for today.”
Ignoring James’s bewildered stare, she darts towards the Quidditch pitch in a vain attempt to run off the torrent of emotion in her stomach. It flusters her painfully, and Lily senses that a snowball, tiny though it was, is rolling downhill into something bigger.
Something, though whether it is dread or delight, she cannot tell.
Day/Theme: 12 January / "what the snowman learned about love"
Series: Harry Potter
Character/Pairing: Lily Evans and Sirius Black
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1110
While James runs inside to fetch his mittens, Lily brushes snow flurries from her hair. She hides behind the opposite side of the castle where the snow is knee-deep. Beneath her feet, the earthy remains of a foxglove patch jab through her snow boots.
She is giddy and must stifle her giggles. An element of surprise.
Sirius wanders into the scene, his attention in the opposite direction. Aiming for discretion, Lily takes a handful of powdery snow and waits.
He is looking for her but, obviously distracted, does not have the astuteness to turn around. When he does, his face blushes with a sudden blitz of snow. He stumbles backwards, trying his best to shake it off. Her hair blares against the snow, a siren in the fog, and he fixes on it.
She shrieks as he sees her.
“Truce!”
But he charges after her, gathering armfuls of ammunition as he goes.
Lily covers her head in vain, dodging violent snowfall. She does a good job of outrunning him at first but, as she comes closer to the castle wall, slows in the deep snow. Ultimately, she stumbles when he is upon her, shrieking and cowering beneath him.
“Truce, truce!” she giggles.
He drops the rest of his snow atop her and, satisfied that she has learned her lesson, offers a hand up. Lily takes it wholeheartedly.
“Thanks.” She pushes a handful of snow into his face. He coughs, or laughs, vehemently.
“Alright, truce for real!” She cries.
He grins sourly at her, rubbing his nose. His face has flushed red at the icy touch.
“You’re untrustworthy.” he says.
Her laughter ebbs, but her smile remains, as she leans against the castle wall. He joins her. For a minute, they only catch there breath. Then Lily turns towards him, smiling wickedly.
“We’ll ambush James when he comes round.” She whispers conspiratorially.
He barks with laughter, vaguely incredulous.
“We?”
“He’ll never expect it!”
Sirius tips his head back.
“You’re a cheeky one. I pegged you to be a good girl.”
“I’ll do as I like.” She retorts. She takes a handful of snow and urges him to do the same.
“When he comes round, we’ll hit him at the same time.”
They stand silent in wait, watching intently for James to appear. The snow scene is otherwise peaceful. Few students are out so early in the morning, just an hour after sunrise. Even Remus, an early rise like her, had opted to stay soundly in bed.
Sirius leans into her ear and whispers,
“You’re fraternizing with the enemy, you know.”
She gives him a sideways look, both questioning and audacious. He wets his mouth, then seems to regret it.
“How do you know I won’t betray you when James comes around the corner?” he asks.
She grins knowingly.
“You won’t. You’re loyal to me.”
His eyes bear down on hers.
“I’ll do as I like.”
He deliberately pushes the snowball against her cheek. Ice water drizzles delicately down her chin and she grins as if it were a bee’s sting.
Lily lifts her arm as if to return the gesture, but he is quicker, catching her around the wrist. James’s snowball clumps to the ground. Sirius’s other arm pins her against him, her free arm included, preventing too much movement. They look as though they are dancing. A triumphant smirk has graced his mouth.
At first, she struggles futilely against him, then attempts to stare him down. It is difficult because he is taller than her, and his hold has pressed them close together; rather, her top view is his bristly eyelashes. Her nose can sense the tiny hairs on his nose; her lips can almost taste the dark stubble on his chin. He smells wet and earthy, as she always imagined a boy should, and when he sighs, she traces the remnants of Ice Mice on his breath.
Lily bites her lip, her heart beating double in her chest. Or perhaps she can feel his heartbeat through her clothes; she can’t tell. They stand, posed as minute figurines in a snow globe. Though, she realizes dimly, it isn’t snowing.
Sirius lowers his head slightly as if to say something. His mouth brushes hers accidentally; the touch is staggering and her arms erupt with goosepimples.
“Sorry.” He murmurs hurriedly. His voice is husky. His hold has loosened, but he still won’t let her go. His hold has loosened, but she has not struggled free.
Over his shoulder, she sees James emerge from around the corner.
“Sirius?” He calls.
They each take a certain step back.
Lily breathes quickly, thankful for the cold as an answer to her flustered face. She checks his face quickly. Sirius’s eyes are wedged shut and he mutters, thinking to himself. They do not appear to be pleasant thoughts.
James draws upon them, and Sirius says,
“I’ve captured the enemy!” He takes her wrist in his hand again, staring at James with a clumsy but convincing smile. James rubs his hands eagerly.
“Good work, admiral.”
He claps Sirius on the back as he arrives at his side. Lily swallows the lump in her throat, attempting to act natural. She glares at Sirius.
“You said you were loyal to me.”
“I’m a double agent, see?” He speaks directly to her, his tone joking but his eyes serious. She wonders whether the gray of his eyes reflects in hers. “I’m very good at sneaking about. No one ever suspects…”
He trails off.
Lily takes in a quick breath. What is he getting at?
James chuckles, none the wiser.
Sirius breaks their gaze and looks at James.
“What should we do with her?”
“Make her walk the plank perhaps?” He grins wider, “Or maybe set her in front of a firing squad?”
There is a moment of deliberation. Sirius drops Lily’s hand.
“I’ll leave you to it, then. I’m spent.”
He turns unceremoniously and heads back towards the courtyard. She watches him retreat with baited breath. James cocks his head.
“Did something happen?”
She almost panics, but struggles out instead,
“Why do you say that?”
“He never skips the opportunity to torture a lady fiend.”
Lily continues to watch him leave, musing,
“I think he’s had his fill for today.”
Ignoring James’s bewildered stare, she darts towards the Quidditch pitch in a vain attempt to run off the torrent of emotion in her stomach. It flusters her painfully, and Lily senses that a snowball, tiny though it was, is rolling downhill into something bigger.
Something, though whether it is dread or delight, she cannot tell.