Stepping, Streaming, Sighing

"Come on," said Petunia to Lily. "We have to go back – Mum said we had to once it started raining."

Her sister continued to swing on the old swing set, her legs pumping her higher and higher. Her hair streamed behind her, wet and browner then red it seemed, and Petunia yelled for Lily again.

The flying girl shook her head. "Come on Tuney! It's fun – If you swing high enough you're looking up at the raindrops!" She laughed, a tinkling thing that Petunia always envied. The boys at school always said that she sounded like a donkey since she laughed through her nose.

Annoyed and angry (it would be Petunia who would be in trouble for being wet and late); she grabbed the chain of the swing as Lily swept by. It jostled her flight, and Petunia as well – the force of it knocked Lily off her swing and she soared through the air, landing on her bottom in a puddle two meters away.

Petunia's hand was raw and bleeding from the metal chain, but she rushed to her sister. "Lily? Lily are you alright?"

The redhead looked up and smiled. "That was awesome, Tuney! Did you see me? I was flying! Can I do that again?"

"Of course not," said Petunia crossly. "Look what you did!" She held up her hand, still sore. "I'm bleeding!"

The still pouring rain had pushed Lily's hair into her face. She raised a hand, pushing it back and stared. "Whoops, sorry Tuney." Her green eyes met Petunia's duller ones.

Petunia wasn't moved. "Come on!" she tugged on the younger girl's arm, pulling her up. "We've got to go."

They had barely moved two steps before Lily cried, "Wait! Stop!"

Petunia sighed, and did so, letting go of Lily. At once the smaller girl began to spin, and kick her legs, jumping from puddle to puddle. The only look on her face was pure joy – no comprehension whatsoever on how she was wrecking her clothes or how silly she looked.

For a moment the older Evans girl wanted to join her. When was the last time she had danced around for no reason herself? Why was it that Lily got all the fun?

But then Petunia remembered why. It was because Lily was the younger one and got away with everything – got whatever she wanted. That was why.

Petunia grabbed Lily's arms once again, stopping the girl's dance, and sighed, "Come on Lily. Mum's going to be furious because we're late…"

For Cubie who requested a drabble with Lily, dancing in the rain, and no Severus or James.

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