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lily potter née evans (thricedefy) wrote in advenarpg,
@ 2009-10-11 01:30:00

Entry tags:

character: ginny potter, character: lily potter, character: lilylu potter, player: erin, player: jessi, player: megan

WHO: Lily Potter née Evans, Lily Luna Potter, Ginny Potter née Weasley.
WHERE: Three Broomsticks; main room
WHEN: October 10, 1001; idk, midday? Shortly after this.
WHAT: Timelines collide and the Ginger Potter Harem is formed.
RATING: TBD.
STATUS: thread; in progress

Somewhere around the point that she began dancing around having nightmare verified to be reality, Lily had stopped levitating the journal and quill and just taken them in hand. It wasn't that she'd suddenly decided to trust either object, it was that she just couldn't summon the same fevered vigilance as earlier.

It was true. What had happened last night or mere hours ago or however long it had been was true, save that somehow she was here and alive, rather than dead in Harry's nursery from the flash of green light that was her last clear memory before waking. It was true, along with all that came with it, from knowing Harry had grown up never knowing her or James to fears of what else had happened in the war, and the only defensive maneuver she had was to throw her mind into that far future she had just learned pieces of – Harry alive, married, a father and godfather. Of the million and one questions, she had to focus on the roughly half that circled Harry's adult life, rather than those questions centered on Halloween night and the childhood years after it.

She was a living dead person who had already almost pushed for information that Lily Luna hadn't wanted to give, there was no reason to traumatize her granddaughter further. Even though she couldn't let go of the feeling this was all some dream or grand illusion or sinister Death Eater plot to get information from her or others – even with logic saying that some experimental time traveling spell gone very wrong was far more likely – she could still be nice to the possible figments of her or another's imagination.

With a dull thump, Lily dropped the journal and quill on the bar counter in the main room of the building that nearly perfectly resembled the Three Broomsticks, save for being much larger inside than it was to Lily's knowledge. The noise drew the attention of the woman bustling about behind it, one whose welcoming smile was such a contrast to Lily's emotional state that she had to turn her attention to the man washing glasses with an expression that said he was as pleased about this as Lily. That was better.

"Bloody mess, innit?" she said, smile and tone both superficially rueful. Really, she couldn't blame him. If this was all entirely face value, the poor man was doomed to cater to a bunch of sincerely furious witches and wizards who were getting room, board and other things for free.

After assuring the woman she didn't need anything for her room or herself at the moment other than a drink or five, she ordered.

"Two Firewhiskeys in a few minutes, please?" The woman was treated to her best smile and her most sympathetic expression, given Lily didn't have more than some loose coins in her trousers to offer for payment. That rubbed the wrong way, thinking these people were getting the short end of some mad plan. "I imagine you'd like to have a few yourself with all the goings-on, yeah?"

She spoke briefly to the woman, then turned her attention toward the journal again. When she looked up, following an exchange with her future-daughter-in-law and another, more frustrating and painful one in which she'd been accused of brain consumption and then learned Remus' fate, it was with a change in the order for drinks, one made after realizing her error. Some potential-grandmother she would be if she encouraged her granddaughter, right in front of said granddaughter's mother, to be drinking at this hour.

"Make that three butterbeers in a few minutes, and a Firewhiskey, which I'll take now." She wasn't a lush by any stretch, or really fond of much that wasn't 'pink and frilly', as the boys called them, but what else was she supposed to do to take the edge off all of this?

The glass was quickly drained, Lily only distantly reacting to the taste, and then she turned and slapped a smile on her face while she waited for the Potter women of the future.

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lilliest
2009-11-04 04:02 am UTC (link)

Lily smiled brighter at both her mother and grandmother. "Oh, I don't know. I might have looked good as a messy-haired brunette," she said thoughtfully. She could imagine herself with darker hair. "Or, ooh, maybe darker red hair, like black-red. Or stripes! Like stripes of your hair, mum, and stripes of dad's hair! Wouldn't that have been totally wicked? Maybe I should dye parts of my hair black. Charm it, or use a potion." Realizing she was rambling on, she quickly added, "But I can figured that out later," with a grin. Her hair, as it was, was a deep red, not so much fiery as an auburn sort of colour, a vibrant auburn red. Like a crayon, labeled 'dark red', perhaps.

Grinning she continued, "I think we could solve the boys' unmanageable hair if we just taped it down for a while, or shaved it off of them, but it's never been tested, so it's purely theoretical. I've been trying to get one of them to try, but they're so stubborn. I don't think they realize the good the research could do for future Potter generations." Lily looked at her mother, tugging slightly on a strand of the older woman's hair, and nodded, smiling ever still.

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