WHO: Lily & Lily Potter! [OPEN to James if he wants to join in] WHERE: the Weir WHEN: Saturday, October 15; afternoon WHAT: Planting things & wherever that leads! RATING: TBD STATUS: thread; in-progress
Peter was definitely gone. It had taken a day's worth of searching to confirm it was a disappearance over something far more terrible, like injury or death – the dead from recent weeks had been gratefully brought back, but Lily doubted that would continue – but confirm it she had. Part of her had hoped she would wake up today to find herself with a life of new memories, the lives of others and the words of those books about their lives all changed, but nothing had changed. She believed that it was because these forces that brought them here had sent Peter back without his memories of this place and thus his knowledge of the future. It was the only way. She couldn't think everything would still be the same once he'd known what would happen.
She had quietly grieved the loss of Peter, the chance to show him he was loved and the someday hope the others would understand the Peter here wasn't the Peter they all blamed. That had mostly consisting of comfort from Sirius in the evening, and then James and Padfoot later after they'd all gone to bed. She had known the loss wasn't share, and guessed – correctly – that they would no doubt have their moment of 'he's gone and good riddance' out of earshot and line of sight.
Today, she was distracting herself by doing things the 'Muggle' way, a common coping mechanism for her because it often meant tasks took much longer and required more of her attention than most magic did. Right now, she was working in the courtyard, planting spring-blooming flower bulbs in the flower beds. She had done nearly all of the work for the garden of the cottage in Godric's Hollow this way when they'd been stuck in the house and the small stretch of yard all under the Fidelius Charm, but she wasn't focusing on that now, as those thoughts would lead back to Peter.
Hearing steps behind her, she put down the trowel, pushed her hair off her face with the back of a gloved hand and turned.