#here have some domestic jily before literally everything went to shit

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@wolfstarmicrofic September 16 - prompt 16: Godric’s Hollow [word count 544]

As soon as Lily sat down on the new sofa (a burgundy she was sure clashed with her skin tone and her hair colour but James had loved it so much she hadn’t been able to refuse him) she felt the exhaustion of the day come crashing down on her. She had never been happier to be a witch, because moving all that furniture, old and new, into the lovely little cottage would have been way worse without magic. Instead they had been able to do all that just with their friends and all their wands focused on the effort.

“All settled in, like a lovely little housewife,” Mary had commented before quickly moving out of the way to dodge Lily’s punch.

“I don’t know, it’s all very straight to me,” Marlene had added, dodging Lily’s second punch.

“You’re my best friends, you’re supposed to get me!” she had rolled her eyes.

“I get you!” Remus had called from the stairs, which had prompted both girls to hug her tightly, loudly proclaiming they got her more than any man ever could.

Now that it was evening the house was ready to be lived in. Mary and Marlene had left, the former off to her date, the latter back to her own flat in London where Dorcas had just come back from a visit to her family. Peter too had left, muttering something about his mother not feeling well. It wasn’t the first time she heard him voice his concern for his mother’s health, and she made a mental note to ask him more and check if she could help with something. As for Remus and Sirius they were still there, on the armchair opposite the sofa, both curled up around each other and sound asleep. She smiled at the sight, but ended up yawning right at the moment James walked into the living room, levitating a cup of hot honey and ginger tea towards her.

“Are you alright?” he asked, looking her up and down. “I told you you should have let us do the heavy load of the work, there was no need for you to exert yourself.”

“I’m pregnant James, not ill,” she shook her head, taking the cup from mid-air. “Thank you.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” James sat by her side, sighing contentedly. “Our own house. Our own place, with our own garden where our son or daughter will learn to walk… What could be better?”

“I can think of something,” Lily took a sip of her tea.

“What? Do you want me to change the living room furniture? Or maybe we could reshuffle the rooms upstairs if you’re not convinced?”

Lily shook her head, interlacing her fingers with her husband’s.

“The house and the garden are perfect, my love,” she said. “The only thing that would make this better, is if these two sleepyheads in front of us decided to buy the cottage next door. We could take out the dividing fence and have an enormous garden for our baby too.”

“That would be so nice,” James smiled, then he scrunched his nose. “Although I’m not sure this place would be the best place for them.”

“It’s Godric’s Hollow, James,” Lily chuckled. “Nothing bad is ever going to happen here.”