Lily Evans (![]() ![]() @ 2010-05-19 22:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, 2023 10, lily evans, severus snape |
RP: Not Impressed
Characters: Lily to Sev
Time/Date: Nearer midnight, October 19, in response to this
Location: Spinner's End
Warnings/Rating: Swears
Summary: Lily almost has an incident
Status: Complete
While painting didn't make everything go away, it did serve as a distraction. Benjy, actually, was a lovely distraction, with the way he could make them laugh and forget. Forget that a mad woman was stalking her, and forget that the wizard who had killed both her and Cas was back. He wasn't supposed to be back. He wasn't supposed to be able to be back, and yet ...
They'd gotten most of the paint out of their hair, off their faces and hands, but Lily still wanted to take a shower to wash off the residue that remained. There was a violet streak across her forehead, as well as a few blue flecks on her cheeks. She did glance to the clock when she came in, but she wasn't much later than she'd promised, and definitely within the window she'd given him. Knowing he would have felt her pass through the wards, she didn't bother poking her head downstairs as she slipped off her shoes and shrugged out of her cloak.
Hanging up the latter and kicking the former closer to the door, Lily padded on bare feet toward the kitchen. She'd check and see what they had for mail, have a snack, and then head up to shower. Hopefully by the time she was done with that, Sev would be up and ready for bed.
Waving one hand to illuminate the kitchen, she crossed to the table and tilted her head as she saw the flower. A little smile tugged her lips, and she started to reach toward it. When she felt four tiny daggers piercing her ankle, she yelped and glanced down, reflexively kicking her foot. "Ow, you little shit," she snapped at the kitten.
Bending down, she peered at the two drops of blood she could see welling from the pinpricks in her skin, and she scowled. "What was that for?" she muttered. She watched Jeremy as he growled before leaping at the chair to scale his way up the back of it. He plunked himself down on the table, between her and the flower, and hissed.
Lily's expression shifted. She bit the inside of her cheek before she looked away. "Well, love, my apologies and thank you for that," she said to the kitten.
She wondered if there was any conceivable way she could get away with pretending she hadn't almost (possibly, potentially) done something epically stupid. But really, it was a flower on the table in the kitchen, and ...
... yes, all right, Severus would never use Gryffindor colors. "I won't touch it," she promised Jeremy, scooping him up once his fur had settled back down against his back.
Wandering over to the door to his lair, she knocked a couple of times before cracking the door open. "Love?" she called down the stairs. "There's something very pretty on the table and Jeremy won't let me touch it, so I can only assume it's a sort of gift I don't want to touch anyway, if you'd care to come have a look at it, when you've got a moment."
This ... was getting fucking ridiculous.