Chapter 42: Remembering the Sandcastles

"Do you honestly remember that time you accidentally dropped your favorite pocketknife right here in the muddy creek bed when we were only nine years old?" Lily asked, laughing softly as she nudged his shoulder with her own. James groaned loudly, covering his face with one hand in mock humiliation. "Please do not remind me of that absolute disaster. I searched for three hours until my fingers were completely blue, and when I finally found it, the blade was rusted shut forever." Lily smiled, leaning her head comfortably against his arm. "I still have that knife in my room, you know."