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Lily Evans is happy.
Euphoric, really.
James is here, her James, and they've picked up pretty much where they left off all those months ago. James and Sirius are off doing....well, likely doing things Lily doesn't much want to know about, because her imagination is not lurid enough to be comfortable speculating about the Brotherly Antics of Padfoot And Prongs, but they're together, and she and James had their time and will have more later, and all is as it should be.
He slid the engagement ring on her finger and made her promise not to take it off again, and she is more than happy to keep that promise.
She's out for a walk a few blocks from home, humming and beaming at passer-by; one look at the rock on her left hand probably makes it pretty obvious why she's in such a good mood.
Euphoric, really.
James is here, her James, and they've picked up pretty much where they left off all those months ago. James and Sirius are off doing....well, likely doing things Lily doesn't much want to know about, because her imagination is not lurid enough to be comfortable speculating about the Brotherly Antics of Padfoot And Prongs, but they're together, and she and James had their time and will have more later, and all is as it should be.
He slid the engagement ring on her finger and made her promise not to take it off again, and she is more than happy to keep that promise.
She's out for a walk a few blocks from home, humming and beaming at passer-by; one look at the rock on her left hand probably makes it pretty obvious why she's in such a good mood.