WHO: Lily Potter, Severus Snape WHERE: the Potterverse complex (which still needs a name?) WHEN: Thursday, September 15; evening WHAT: A confrontation, of sorts. RATING: PGish STATUS: thread; in-progress
Three days and all manner of shocks, surprises and fits of temper and tears later, Lily still hadn't dealt with one of the more personal issues out there, one that had the form of Severus Snape and enough personal history to choke a hippogriff on the tension and emotion that came from it. Having not wanted to be far from Sirius, she hadn't yet managed to find these storybooks that told all the details of the years she'd been dead, but she'd been told quite a bit by this point. Then she'd gone looking for her own answers.
In between baking for Sirius and everyone else in a peace and apology gesture, and coaxing said items into Sirius, she'd filled in some of the gaps left with a lovely thing on the internet called 'Wikipedia' and various places she'd seen termed 'fansites', this Muggle technology easy to figure out once she'd understood how it worked. She knew the others would no doubt like to give her all the truth themselves, but after her first day plus being spent on alert and looking at everything said or done for tricks and Dark influence, she was tired of not knowing.
And now she did, or as much as she could without the others to fill in the unwritten history after the murder of Dumbledore.
Knowing was the reason she wasn't certain if she wanted to hex Severus for the things done, no matter the reasons, or ask him why. What she did know was that she wanted to face him, rather than have it occurred over these computers where a few taps of the 'backspace' key could conceal a misspoken word or hide a revealing bit of tone or body language. Of course, doing so meant knocking on his door, and thus far she'd stood outside it for the last ten minutes, staring at it, occasionally raising her hand, but halting herself each time.
Find a backbone and knock on the bleeding door already.