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Lily Evans Potter ([info]sagelily) wrote in [info]asphodel,
@ 2008-07-04 22:12:00
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Who: Lily and James Potter
When: the evening of 04 July
Where: Godric's Hollow
Rating: TBD
Summary: They have to resolve yet another fight that resulted in Lily sleeping alone and James on the couch.



The words kept running through her mind: a cook, a maid, a whore - the ideal woman. No matter how she put them, how much or how little emphasis she put on each word, Lily still felt offended. She had even read through their conversation several dozen times the night before since she was unable to sleep; from the first time they shared a bed together, Lily preferred to snuggle up to James than sleeping alone. While she was fiercely independent in her own right, him being right next to her was a comfort, and the best feeling in the world.

Having only a few hours of sleep in which she mostly curled up onto James' side of the bed, Lily woke up the following morning with a headache. She hadn't cried, not yet anyway, but she was offended and hurt, especially the latter since he had insinuated that she should have married someone like Remus. That was the second time he had implied that their marriage wasn't working and each time it felt like a smack in the face and a punch to the gut.

She had wrote to Marlene earlier that morning and even getting the words out and hearing what her friend said didn't help. Pressing a hand to her forehead, she stared at the ceiling, contemplating a shower. It would help clear her head and maybe get rid of the headache. With a sigh, she crawled out of bed, not even bothering to make it with the flick of her wand, and headed for the bathroom. Hopefully a shower would clear her thoughts and help her figure out just what she needed to do. She hoped, anyway.


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