Lily when she woke you up for lessons yesterday morning. You had been sound asleep when you felt a delicate movement on your nose, a ticklish one at that, a movement, you concluded, that only belonged to one of a feather. Sneezing at the movement, you opened your eyes.
❝ Good morning, y/n, ❞ she smiled, watching your eyes grow wide.
❝ I'll get you back for this, Evans, ❞ you laughed, rising to start your day.