"Oh, God," he mutters, "it's you." Lily, at least, has the decency not to scoff at his statement. Instead, she replies with a polite, "Of course, just my luck." "I can't believe he set me up with the local lunatic," James Potter smirks, though he can't help thinking the girl in front of him looks beautiful in the dim light of the restaurant.

A short ish oneshot about the December of 1980 and James' obsession with snowmen and Lily's hatered towards them. "Building a snowman is fun. Building ten snowmen is NOT fun. I repeat, I do not find any pleasure in it whatsoever." ... "Your lack of support for my snowmen building ambitions is downright disappointing." ... "James held a funeral for the snowmen. Why?"

She didn't respond right away, instead taking a long drag from her cigarette and blowing a few smoke rings, "I was bored." James nodded reaching for that last cigarette of his. As he held it between his lips he could hear her chuckle, "Aren't you glad I didn't take your last cigarette?"

A contemplative winter night.

Perhaps everything would have been easier if they had never kissed at all.

In 1971 there were approximately nine hundred students boarding the Hogwarts Express. Twenty years later, in 1991, the station would feel empty. Young people die when war happens.

James Potter never needed much in his life; just his best friends, cigarettes and the girl he loved.

In a way, it was. (warning: death mention)

A collection of short stories or drabbles inspired by various prompts, lyrics, real life events and whatevers.

She sees him, and that's enough.

"James, did you know that some people think you've been following me around like a love sick puppy for the better part of our magical education?" Lily asked one evening, while they were sitting in the empty common room. "What?"

The spaces between his fingers were Lily.

A generation is a group of individuals. Each generation is extraordinary in its own way. This generation is unique for they learned to grow up before it was their time, they knew how to be brave when others were weak, and they learned to love in spite of the dark times they were facing. They were the first lost generation.