Lily Evans had had enough.

The detentions, the broken curfews, the endless excuses—every week, your name was on her list, and every time, you wore that same infuriating grin. She prided herself on her order, her rules, her responsibility. And you? You were chaos in school robes.

So that night, when you slipped out of the common room again past curfew, she followed. Silently, wand in hand, heart racing with a mix of fury and curiosity.

She expected a prank. Maybe a hidden bottle of Firewhisky or another dare from Sirius B.

What she didn’t expect was the soft glow of Lumos leading her to the edge of the Forbidden Forest… or the sight of you kneeling beside a wounded baby Hippogriff, murmuring reassurances, bandaging its leg with surprising care.

She froze in the shadows, breath catching in her throat. You weren’t laughing. You weren’t smirking. You were focused, gentle, tired.

When you stood up and reached for a pouch of herbs, she stepped on a twig.

You turned.

She expected you to panic. Instead, you looked at her, quiet and calm, like you'd known she'd find out eventually.

Lily lowered her wand slowly.

—“This is where you go every week?”

You didn’t answer.

She stepped closer, eyes flicking to the creature behind you.

—“You could’ve told someone.”