Nov. 1977

James saw the familiar mane of red as he turned onto the main street of Hogsmeade. Lily Evans was huddling outside of Honeydukes, teeth chattering and scarf blowing in the sharp November wind. There was a small crowd outside the tiny shop, all waiting to get into the warm, sweet air.

James sidled up to her. “Hey, Lily….”

“Yes, you can buy me a drink!” She turned to him with a wide smile. Well, that was unexpected.

James paused and looked at her suspiciously. “I didn’t even..”

“Oh hush. It’s freezing and you know you want to buy me a hot butterbeer.” She then proceeded to walk out of the crowd, smiling deviously to herself. She knew he would follow.

James shook his head, but chuckled quietly as he took after her.