Lilith (potter_girl) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2010-01-28 10:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2025 01, character: rose granger, dead character: lily luna lestrange |
Lily Luna, Rose
Who: Lily Luna Potter, Rose Weasley
Where: Great Hall
When: As the other students are going home.
Rating/Warnings: N/A
Summary: Lily thinks about letters, and gifts, and Connor.
Lily sat at the end of the table, listening to the muted mumble of students leaving the hall. Heading home. She heard a few words more frequently than others. Bridget. Her. Bellatrix Lestrange.
And she couldn't ignore whispers as students passed her by. Everyone knew that they'd been friends, she and Bridget. Everyone knew that Lily had been standing right next to her, when the curse had hit her. They were avoiding her eyes, treating her like glass.
It suited her fine.
She wasn't sure why she felt the way she did, set apart from her friends. But she did. She didn't want to talk about it. Didn't even feel particularly sad about it, and she wondered vaguely at that, but then her thoughts drifted to other things.
Lily pulled a rumpled letter from her pocket, smoothing it as best she could onto the tabletop.
Dearest Lily,
I have a gift for you. I hope you're having a wonderful day.
Miss you,
Connor
She read the words, then examined the smudge underneath. Her hand curled around the memory of something she'd held. A gift. But what had she done with it? She sat, staring at the words, fingers curled loosely around something she'd held. Something small. Something very small...
A flower. She frowned, trying to imagine the gift in her hand, and the cold hard memory became softer. Smaller. A stem. A flower. He'd sent her a flower... She breathed in deeply, then smiled. A rose. It had been pink. What had she done with it?
She couldn't remember. Did it matter? He'd sent it. And he missed her. Lily sat with the letter, one finger toying with the stones on her bracelet. He'd fixed it well, it seemed. It hadn't slipped loose...
She turned to the letter again, thinking that there was more to read, and there was the faintest smudge, toward the bottom of the page. Had there been words there? Maybe... She tilted the parchment, then folded it, and sighed. It was rub from the words above, obviously. Connor hadn't dried the ink before folding the paper, that was all... Lily folded the letter again, carefully smoothing more of the rumples with her fingers, remembering the scent of the flower he'd sent her.