Saturday, 5 February 1977, OOM-but-not

[lilium_evansiae]

It's amazing, sometimes, how little time it takes to feel like you've always been doing something.

Case in point: dating James Potter.

Related case in point: staying up all night when the moon is full, until James and the others cross back across the grounds and all is well.

And further related case in point: slipping off to the end of the universe to get a nap after staying up all night when the moon is full.

Which is why, a yawning Lily makes her way back down the stairs that lead up to the rooms above the main bar, sidesteps two waitrats, and heads over to Bar to return her room key.

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[lilium_evansiae]

Lily shakes her head.

"It's a secret, isn't it?"

And not her secret.

[alotofgood]

"It is a secret," James affirms, nodding.

But it's a secret he's glad Lily knows.

[lilium_evansiae]

"Right."

Lily shifts slightly to look up at him.

"So, no, they don't know."

[alotofgood]

"Thank you," he says.

He resists the urge to yawn, now.

But this — and Lily — is so comfortable.

[lilium_evansiae]

"You're welcome," Lily says.

It is very comfortable.

And James looks a bit like he could drift off.

Which, really, would not be an all bad idea, given that he's been out running about all night.

Not that Lily expects James to agree, if she points that out.

So she doesn't say anything, just shifts ever so slightly closer to him.

[alotofgood]

Right now, James feels like his brain is a little mushy, covered in fog or mist.

He shifts a little too, when Lily does; the better to make them both comfortable.

And his eyes, oh yes — his eyes feel incredibly heavier than previously.

"Mm."

[lilium_evansiae]

And it's perfectly, brilliantly comfortable, isn't it?

In fact, it's so perfectly, brilliantly confortable that Lily isn't about to move or do anything or say anything that would interrupt it.