XXX. Red Rose
"I've got a present for you, Lily flower."
Lily decided to ignore James' use of that hated nickname. It had been bad enough when she was nine, let alone nineteen, but James thought it was sweet – and when James thought a pet name was sweet, not even Merlin himself had the power to stop the boy using it. He was trying to be romantic, she told herself, not deliberately annoying…
He was doing a good job of being annoying though.
"Lily flower?" James said again.
He's not being annoying on purpose, Lily assured herself, then she turned around and was met by the sight of James holding the biggest bunch of red roses she had ever seen in her life.
"What's all this about?" she asked as he handed her the flowers. They were fresh roses and, at least as far as she could tell, no spells had been cast on them at all. They were simply red roses; nothing more, nothing less.
Their anniversary. Today. How could she have forgotten?
Instead of admitting this, Lily laughed. "You're such a cliché, James!"
"So, you like them?"
He didn't need to know that she had always hated roses.
"They're from you. Of course I do," she replied – which was close enough to count as true, wasn't it?
She secretly hoped that he'd buy her lilies for their next anniversary instead.