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Lily stood quietly, fingers brushing over the soft fabric of the skirt Sirius had given her. It was light, flowing, and somehow perfect—like it had been made just for her. Sirius had urged her to try it on, his grin playful and teasing, the kind that made her cheeks flush. “You should show James,” he said, eyes dancing with mischief. Lily wasn’t sure she was ready, but Sirius’s confidence was hard to resist.
When James finally saw her, his smile was gentle and genuine. “That skirt looks amazing on you,” he said softly, his voice carrying a warmth that made Lily’s heart flutter. He reached out, took her hand, and spun her around with such tenderness that she couldn’t help but laugh. In that moment, she felt truly seen—for exactly who she was.
Growing out her hair had been a journey, one she hadn’t walked alone. Sirius had been there from the start, and Mary too, always ready with tips and encouragement. “Makeup can help soften your features,” Mary had told her, sharing her own tricks with a reassuring smile. Lily was grateful for them—for the way they guided her through each step with kindness.
James was learning too. “We can take it slow,” he had said once, “just finding what feels right—for you.” His steady patience gave Lily the courage to explore without fear.
One afternoon, Remus had joined them during a study session and offered his own quiet advice. “If you want, I can help you with your voice,” he said gently. “I learned how to lift mine a bit. It’s easier than it seems.” Lily had felt a rush of gratitude for the way they all stood beside her—unwavering, accepting.
James’s admiration never faded. He saw her, completely—beyond the skirt, beyond the makeup, to the girl who had always been there. “You’re the most incredible person I’ve ever known,” he said, eyes full of sincerity. And in that love, Lily found strength. To be herself. Fully, beautifully, without hesitation.