at two in the morning, you had trouble sleeping, given your roomates wouldn't quit with their amazingly improvised karaoke skills they so thoughtfully shared with you in the dorm. half-asleep and clinging to the handrails, you walked to the gryffindor common room hoping for a break.

and there she was. lily evans.

fiery-red locks gently carressed by the small warm light the fireplace provided, staring intently into the flames with a troubled expression, seemingly not having noticed you.