Faustus Stirling (![]() ![]() @ 2010-05-21 08:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2023 10, faustus stirling, lily evans |
Characters: Faustus & Lily
Time/Date: 20 October 2023, evening
Location: Hogwarts
Warnings/Rating: FL for Faustus' Language
Summary: Faustus has a dilemma and he doesn't know the solution.
Status: Incomplete
Faustus paced back and forth in the workroom that Lily used, his robes flowing out around him and swirling at every turn. He’d come down here straight after dinner because he’d wanted somewhere quiet to think... and quite possibly because his subconscious was at play. After all, it would only be a quiet place to think if Lily wasn’t here and it was... possible that he wanted Lily to be here.
He ran a hand through his hair as he paced. It wasn’t the first time he’d done that and his thick black hair was sticking up in every which way to the point where he was beginning to look slightly demented. Which was apt because he was starting to feel that way.
Tom Riddle was back and now he was really caught in a quandary. He knew that he had a slight resemblance to his father. Not enough to make people go ‘Hey, you’re Severus Snape’s son’ but certainly enough to make certain people do a double take and frown... as Lily had amply proven the last time they’d spoken. It had happened a couple of times before as well. Kingsley Shacklebolt had done it to him. He’d gotten it from both Draco and Astoria Malfoy. He was fairly certain he might well get the same reaction from Bellatrix Lestrange.
And if people looked into his background and found out who his mother was and when he was born, did the maths, counted backwards nine months, well, there were people who might well be able to put two and two together and come up with an answer pretty damn close to four.
Maybe.
And that was the problem. He wasn’t sure if he had a problem. But with Tom Riddle back, it was natural to assume that the Death Eaters were going to find a way to get to him or vice versa. If he did have a problem then it was only a matter of time before they found out. Maybe. And if they found out, he could be used. There were ways. He was a Slytherin, he knew that.
He sighed and ran his hand through his hair again as he continued to pace. Which had all led to him being here, pacing and wondering whether he was hoping that Lily would come or wishing that she wouldn’t. Because he wasn’t sure what he should say or even if he should say anything at all. Maybe he was just making a mountain out of a molehill. It wasn’t like his mother had ever acknowledged publicly who his father was. But that didn’t mean much. People could do the maths. Other Death Eaters had been at that party. They could have been seen leaving. The Death Eaters were mostly Slytherins.
"Oh, for fuck’s sake," he muttered. "I think I’m going mad."