Who: Lily and Zach Where: Gryffindor When: The afternoon, Feb 6
Lily had lost track of how long she'd been sitting in the common room staring at the fire. She watched the flames dance with each other, flickering this way and that as they licked at the wood. Absent-mindedly playing with the ends of the sleeves of her dad's sweatshirt, which she practically lived in, she started making a story out of the flames. She created characters out of each flame. To her, there was something romantic about the fire.