Lily Evans

She’s been dating James Potter for over a year now. I know that the characters James Potter and Lily Evans didn’t really get along during most of their time at Hogwarts, but for the sake of simplicity, we’ll call her Lily.

She’s petite and has dark hair; wears a purple pea coat, scarves on her neck, and hair elastics on her wrists.
She plays timpani in the band.
Like Headphones, she has teeth and eyes that positively shine every time she even hints at a smile.

You rarely see Lily without James. She’s so much shorter than him that they don’t hold hands when they walk together—instead, he slings an arm around her shoulders, and she reaches one hand up to hold onto his wrist. Sometimes as they’re walking, he gives her a quick peck on the forehead.

“They’re so pretty together I want to punch something.”
--Doodle Hands

In AP English, James sits at a table with Sirius and Remus, and two other guys from band. Lily sits with them, the only girl at the table. She’s just as comfortable and friendly with all the other guys as she is with James; she laughs the same way with them. But James is the one she sticks close to.

They like to hold hands in class. Sometimes they thumb wrestle, too; giggling quietly, their teasing, hissing whispers standing out among the dull murmur of the class. He likes to make her laugh. She likes to laugh at him.

But mostly, they just hold hands. His hand over hers. Taking turns squeezing; stroking each other’s fingers with their thumbs. Their eyes are downcast, looking at their two hands. Every once in awhile, he looks up at her face, then back down. A few seconds later, she does the same—looks up at his face, and then back down. They take turns like that, always sneaking glances at each other, as though to check and make sure the other is okay, their eyes never quite meeting.

A note from Your Faithful Observer: I’m still looking for Severus. No luck yet.