In the Moment Before You Sink or Soar

"Mischief managed," James whispered to the map. He stuffed it into his back pocket as the ink faded. He had found what he was looking for. There, standing in the middle of the covered bridge, staring into the rocky canyon, was Lily Evans. Her beauty and grace struck him like he was seeing her for the first time. But it was not the first time, it was possibly the last. One-shot.