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Lily sighed, shoulders slumping as she twirled her quill between her fingers, staring out through the library windows.
One month into her final year at Hogwarts, and she was disappointed with how ordinary it all felt. The same classes. The same professors—if you ignored the latest Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, who seemed determined to do nothing but read aloud from the textbook. The same Quidditch matches. The same Hogsmeade weekends. The same portraits. Even the same vanishing step on the fourth-floor staircase.
She knew it was absurd to feel jaded about attending a magical boarding school, but after seven years, the novelty had worn thin. She wanted her last year to be different—memorable, somehow.
“All right, Evans?” James poked her side.
“I’m fine. Just bored.”
“Ah.” James nodded gravely. “Homework will do that.”
“I’m feeling restless,” she admitted. “Like I want to… I don’t know… flap around in a circle or scream or something.”
James grinned. “Yes, I know that feeling well. Always hits me in History of Magic.”
With a huff, Lily tossed her quill onto the desk and folded her arms, sinking back into her chair. “I hate being bored.”
“Come on.” James reached for her hand, tugging her gently out of her seat. “It’s a crime to be bored in a library.”
He led her down a narrow aisle of towering bookshelves until they reached the very end. With a quick glance over his shoulder, James tapped a wall sconce with his wand. The stone wall gave a soft click and swung open just enough to reveal a slim gap.
Lily blinked. “What are we—?”
“Shh.” James pressed a finger to his lips, already slipping inside. “Best spot for eavesdropping in the castle.”
Lily followed, squeezing through after him. She thought she and Severus had discovered many of the school’s secrets over the years, but nothing had prepared her for the sheer number of hidden passageways James and his friends seemed to know by heart.
“Sit here,” James whispered, sliding down the wall until he was crouched low. He patted the floor beside him. “We’re right in front of an air vent. Perfect for catching all the gossip.”
Lily arched a brow, though her lips curved despite herself. “It’s terribly rude to eavesdrop.”
“Yes, it is,” James agreed with a grin. “That’s what makes it fun.”
They settled side by side, shoulders brushing in the narrow dark space. Their hands and knees kept grazing as they listened to the muffled stream of voices drifting through the vent—petty complaints about homework, whispered gossip about who had been seen holding hands in the corridors, debates over the latest broom models, Quidditch standings argued as though life and death depended on them.
Lily’s heart lurched when James’s hand accidentally landed on her knee instead of his own. For a moment, she froze, caught between the old habit of reminding herself he was once her sworn enemy and the truth she had been quietly, stubbornly refusing to admit: she wasn’t just friends with him now. She was beginning—perhaps had already begun—to love him.
In the hush of the hidden passage, with other people’s secrets spilling into their ears, she almost felt brave enough to confess her own. Instead, she simply laid her hand over his. His shoulders eased at the touch, his breath slipping out in a steady, contented sigh, and Lily thought—maybe—it hadn’t been an accident at all.