RP: Tackling the Potions Characters: Lily, Faustus Time/Date: later afternoon/evening October 11, 2023 Location: Potions workshop, Hogwarts Warnings/Rating: None Summary: Lily attempts a potion or three Status: Complete
She had her story all set up in the off-chance there were questions. It was a warm-up potion before she tackled anything more substantial for the evening. That was all. She certainly wasn't attempting to determine what Amortentia smelled like to her. Heavens, no.
Besides that, she had a feeling she already knew what at least one of the nuances of the scents was going to be. Why she was still skirting around the issue in her own mind, she wasn't completely sure.
James was a factor, but a very small one. He was sixteen, and he wouldn't grow up the same way as he had before. She loved him, he was the father of her son (even if he didn't recall), but she couldn't make it work. She wouldn't wait on a maybe. It was best to ... let him go and know he was happy enough with his mates. The fact that he didn't ever remember being with her to begin with was also comforting. He couldn't miss what he'd never had.
She was falling for Severus. Or had fallen. She was putting a ridiculous amount of energy into denying this fact to herself and finding any number of reasons to put off broaching the topic to him. She kept telling herself it was completely ridiculous, regardless of what Kevin had thought he remembered.
Though she hadn't ever asked Harry about it outright, nor would she. Lily told herself it was because she didn't want to put him on the spot like that, but she was in a very precarious position as far as her justifications went. If he even hinted that maybe there was something there, her resolve would crack and everything would tumble down.
She'd tell him.
Eventually.
Setting aside her stirring wand, Lily watched the fumes rising from the potion as they swirled before she closed her eyes and inhaled slowly.