A chance encounter, a few mistaken identities, wine, and the whining of Albus Potter.
A competitive streak, a bit of streaking, and a whole lot of yelling. Rose Granger-Weasley wasn't sure if she would survive the week, much less the year.
Lily Evans isn't what James Potter expected. James Potter isn't what Lily Evans expected, either. They weren't ready for one another, and the world certainly wasn't ready for them.
She walked out of the bar to see that blue-haired boy with a devilish smile. She lit up like an angel on high, and bummed a cigarette. She was French, after all. Smoking wasn't a sin.