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DEAR LILY EVANS,
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AS THE WIND RAN BY Gambit, she placed the watering can down. Stood on the balcony, she had noticed a small notebook placed between the railing and wall.

Strange, she thought, she doesn't remember that notebook being there last time. Picking it up, her fingers carefully tread through the pages, softly grazing the words etched on the pages as it was filled with love poems and heartfelt letters to a girl named,

"Lily Evans..."
Gambit muttered, seeing the same initials J.P written at the bottom on every page.

Some--most of them--weren't amazing or mind blowing, but the simplicity and honesty was heart pounding enough. It wasn't like of the classic literature Gambit reads, or nothing she'd ever read really.. It was unique and special as her heart swooned with such cheesy pick up lines and a smile creeping on her face but it wasn't for her. The leather bound notebook was closed as her pale fingers clutched on to it, to be put aside as she changed clothes.

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She couldn't understand how it got there in the first place. First, she asked around to every kid who had the initials J.P to see if they wrote it but all of them had said no--most of them were seven and below anyway, no way these children wrote this, Gambit thought. Walking down to the kitchen after her interrogation.

Her eyebrows knitted as Quill entered, announcing his arrival.

"Auntie Marge! I'm here--oh hey Gams, what's wrong with your face?"

"Hey Eugene.. My face is perfectly fine--nevermind, I found this notebook,"
She hands the book to him, his mouth tuned upwards,

"Wow Gams, didn't know you had a secret admirer,"
He teased, flipping through the pages,

"That's not for me! It's for someone named Lily Evans, and J.P apparently wrote them all--"

"Well he's got some more lines to work on--your hair is as beautiful as the sun--are you serious? No one likes the sun! It's too hot to look at and everyone hates it,"
He tutted, muttering words to himself.
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Quill enjoyed reading the book. The cheesy lines were funny to read but it's very flattering for the receiver, his hair wisped over his forehead, fluttering as his eyes scanned the pages with amusement masking over his pupils. Long fingers carefully flipping the paper over as to not cause damage,

He paused, giving the notebook back to Gambit. A small thought circled inside his mind,

"Quill..? What's wrong? You've gone all pale,"
Belle walked in,

"Ah no, it's nothing. Gams found a mystery love notebook,"
The word love rolled out his tongue in a teasing manner, arm wrapped around Belle's shoulders.

"Have you asked around?"
Belle asked,

"Yes."

"Have you asked if they possibly know who it belongs to?"

"Yes--I could ask around our street? See if they somehow threw a notebook up our balcony?"
Gambit suggested, already standing up.

Belle looked skeptical, but Quill had swayed her mind.

"I'll accompany you two! You girls have never been the best one for socializing with others--hey! It's the truth.."
He rubbed his arm that was hit by both girls.
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Although, Gambit didn't want to admit it, but Quill was right. She and Belle never went out of the Orphanage and had friends other than the other orphans--not that they weren't allowed to go out--Aunt Marge had trust in every child in the Orphanage, and she let's them out with her permission of course, she doesn't tolerate sneaking out.
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Aunt Marge had hesitantly said yes, because she didn't trust Quill to be with them--also because he's said things that weren't exactly proper for underage children, but she hoped for the best and wished they'd come back safe and alive.

"Thanks alot Quill, Aunt Marge's gonna lose her mind worrying over us!"
Belle exclaimed, pulling down Quill's hat down--covering his face.

"Tis just a joke! She knows we won't go out drinking and bar hopping. We'll only go out asking about this love notebook,"
He flashed a smile, wrapping each arm around the girls' shoulders.

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They spent minutes, and then hours just cruising down the street, asking them and showing people the notebook. Each time they said no, their hope decreased, resulting in them eating in a Cafe. Paid by the luxurious Eugene Quill Campbell, of course.

"Well, you could always keep it--"

"Yeah right. This isn't for me, clearly this is meant for Lily Evans..."
Gambit interrupted, sipping on her tea as Belle ate a cracker.

She wasn't so sure why she's making an effort to return this notebook back. Clearly, most of everyone doesn't know who or where it belongs, so she could keep it, but it feels wrong. Gambit was sure Lily Evans would like to receive this notebook from the owner.

Problem is, there is no Lily Evans in their street.

A few Lily's, sure. Evans? Every other house, a family of Evans lived. But no Lily Evans. It would've been great to get some sort of photograph, but alas, they're not that lucky.

Gambit sighed, setting the notebook down when someone bumps their knee on the table--causing the notebook to fall.

"Oh so sorry, love.."
The boy had long black hair, falling down on his face as he bent over to grab the notebook.

His fingers felt familiar with the notebook, as his eyes examined the leather cover.

Belle looked at him weirdly,
"Excuse me..? Are you okay--"

"Yes! Yes.. I--erm, here's your notebook love,"
He smiled at Gambit while handing the notebook back,

"Sorry again."

He walked out, fixing his leather jacket and throwing his hair behind his shoulder, the roguishly handsome boy stole a quick glance before walking off.

The trio looked amongst each other, confused looks etched on their faces.

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"He was..."

"Handsome--right, let's go children. Don't want to go home after dark,"
Belle cleared her throat as Quill wiggled his brows suggstively at her--earning a nudge from the girl.

Gambit giggled, grabbing the notebook as they head out. Making haste back to their home.
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Unknowingly, the same long haired boy followed them with his eyes as they walked past.

He chuckled to himself, thinking about his friends must be twisting their knickers looking for that very notebook fitted between the short girl's hand.

"Sirius, There you are..!"
Another voice called, panting to catch his breath.

His lanky figure towered over the long haired boy,

Sirius looked behind his friend, seeing two figures following close behind him.

"I've solved our little dilemma."
He mused, smiling triumphantly.

"What? How?"
The shortest among them asked,

"See that Orphanage? That's where the person holding the notebook is," he pointed to the Orphanage, "Now, you fly up the balcony and sneak in. No one will notice with your cloak."

The boy with glasses nodded,

"Alright boys, let's do this--"

"No--you'll do this. Alone."

The three friends left him behind, mischievous smiles on their faces as Sirius waved,

"Good luck Prongs!"