“It’s just scary, y’know, that there’s people out there with so much hate in them that I’m losing excitement over my cousin’s wedding. Have you ever been to a wedding, Evans? They’re supposed to just be fun.”
“Those people are here too, James,” Lily replied, thinking of her old best friend. She didn’t want to know the details of the crowd Snape ran with now, but she knew enough. “What’s crazy is that some of the shit they spew implies that they wouldn’t let, say, us get married, y’know?”
“You wanna marry me, Evans?”
“Ask me again at the end of term and I’ll let you know, Potter.”
It wasn’t a good idea to ask the bloke who doesn’t fancy you anymore to propose to you, but here she was. They locked eyes and he grinned, and Lily knew she was so, so fucked.
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