James is a wizard; Lily is a muggle. Magical folks don’t meet muggles, not on purpose. And yet, even with the war on the rise, they impossibly become pen pals.
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Lily could hear James’ teeth clattering over the phone.
This was the weekly struggle she had; talking to James knowing that he stood in an uncomfortable ice box while she sat in warmth and comfort in her living room. Currently, a thick wooly blanket that had been in her family since before she was born was bunched over her lap. A steamy mug of hot cocoa sat on the table in front of her, the sight of which Lily tried her best to ignore because it felt rude to even have as James swore his way into believing he was fine.
His whispered swears, of “Merlin’s balls, it’s cold…” and “fuck, fuck, what’s a nose?” made her want to smile in amusement but he sounded more than a little miserable.
“James,” she said, trying to sound practical rather than guilty. “If it’s too cold…”
“What? Nah, I’m fine.” Something rustled, banged— he cursed his elbow and the glass door now— then he muttered something she couldn’t make out. He let out a sound of relief a moment later and then something else rustled like a long sigh and he said, “much better.”
James is a wizard; Lily is a muggle. Magical folks don’t meet muggles, not on purpose. And yet, even with the war on the rise, they impossibly become pen pals.
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Lily could hear James’ teeth clattering over the phone.
This was the weekly struggle she had; talking to James knowing that he stood in an uncomfortable ice box while she sat in warmth and comfort in her living room. Currently, a thick wooly blanket that had been in her family since before she was born was bunched over her lap. A steamy mug of hot cocoa sat on the table in front of her, the sight of which Lily tried her best to ignore because it felt rude to even have as James swore his way into believing he was fine.
His whispered swears, of “Merlin’s balls, it’s cold…” and “fuck, fuck, what’s a nose?” made her want to smile in amusement but he sounded more than a little miserable.
“James,” she said, trying to sound practical rather than guilty. “If it’s too cold…”
“What? Nah, I’m fine.” Something rustled, banged— he cursed his elbow and the glass door now— then he muttered something she couldn’t make out. He let out a sound of relief a moment later and then something else rustled like a long sigh and he said, “much better.”
