August 16, 1978

The willowy grass blades stick to her damp legs, tickling the skin there. For about two hours now, Lily has been laying under the apple tree, retiring from swimming early, suckling on a honeydew plant, the scent wafting through the clean air and mingling with over ripe fruit. Her eyes are closed, but she listens to the occasional splash from you, still wading in the water.

It's her last summer. But she's still alive isn't she?, there are plenty summers left to enjoy, but it'll never be the same. Once September rolls around all of you will officially be grown, no longer students running around the grounds of Hogwarts, but out there, in the wizarding world. The O.W.Ls were a breeze, she has nothing to worry about. And she isn't worrying, but a lot's on her mind.

Severus for one. Where is he now? A part of her doesn't want to know. She's forgiven him a long time ago, and she wishes it didn't have to be like this, but he made his choice and so did she. James is on her mind too, she loves the bastard loads, that was undebatable, but she still ponders from time to time, how she really feels about him, and if she's ready for any of this. You happen to be the constant in her life at the moment, someone she's certain about, someone she hopes stays with her for as long as she walks this earth.

Maybe she's overthinking, it wouldn't be a first. The charming melody of the songbirds remind her where she is. In the south of Switzerland with her bestfriends, courtesy of Mr. Fleamont Potter, a graduation gift he said. She opens her eyes, the lovely green glittering under the setting sun. It's too late to join you, perhaps she'll take a trek, run through the tulip field where you spotted a rabbit earlier. She does neither, instead she lays back down, listening as you get out the lake, pondering.