The snow was falling softly outside, and the Gryffindor dorm room was warm and quiet. Lily and you were cuddled up in her bed, textbooks spread out around you both. She was leaning against the headboard, and you were resting your head on her shoulder, flipping through your notes for O.W.L.s.

Lily let out a small groan, looking at her Potions notes. “I swear, I’ve read this paragraph like five times already, and it’s still not making sense.”

You glanced up at her, a mischievous grin on your face. “You sure it’s not the fact that you’re pretending to study instead of actually studying?”

She shot you a playful glare. “Oh, really? And you’re the one over there doodling in the margins of your Charms notes.”