Her Eyes: Prologue

Picture yourself in a boat on a river,
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes.

Cellophane flowers of yellow and green,
Towering over your head.
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes,
And she's gone.

(Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds – THE BEATLES)

My eyes were never like Lily's. They weren't bright green and strikingly almond-shaped. My eyes were incapable of expressing an interesting shape – unlike Alice's large, round ones – and even more inept at being interestingly coloured – unlike James' hazel ones. Oh, I fancied they were special; I used to pretend to myself that they were "so dark brown they were almost black" and "unusually wide-open". But Lily's – they were the kind of eyes women in glossy magazines had, women whom I spent my childhood secretly admiring, despite telling everyone that I hated them.

It's lucky though, that with a little bit of time, resentment can be shed like dead leaves from a tree and jealousy can melt and vanish like pure white snow. It's lucky that the flowers of friendship can bloom even in the dark, and that love is as constant and certain as the sun's rising at the start of each day.

Each and every day.

A/N: The authoress wishes to thank:
Edward, for everything your friendship brings. Happy birthday. I remember how you used this song in (aaarrgh, the traumatic memories!) your Imaginative Journeys essays. JKR, for creating a universe for me to play in which I do not own. The Beatles for their inspiring music which I am quoting. The Harry Potter Fanfiction Challenges Forum for this awesome challenge!