RP: Lily Luna Who: Lily Luna Potter Where: Lestrange Manor When: 15 February, late afternoon Rating/Warnings: N/A Summary: Lily tries to get her head around her failures
Lily walked laps in the garden after her session in the hall. She'd tried and tried, but the Cruciatus continued to evade her. Still, she wasn't giving up. She'd been doing better with defending herself against Bellatrix's hexes, even when they were ones she didn't know. And her own hexes were getting stronger. More sure. Her aim was better.
Next time she wouldn't miss. She wouldn't leave her target alive. She realised she didn't even know if he was still alive. Her father. She'd hit him, and hard, and he'd dropped to the floor, but he could be dead by now. Should be dead. Her hex was good.
She paused at a rustle in the bushes, then walked on, more determined than ever to do it. To hear the screams of the stupid little gnome. To earn Bellatrix's smile.
Lily paused again, sitting on a bench tucked into the hedges, and looked up at the house. She could see Fane, pulling weeds while he watched her. He always tried to be not-obvious when he followed her, leaving her to her own devices for the most part, but was always there. Always watching.
She sighed, tilting her head and studying the windows. There were so many. All the same, but different when the sunlight hit them. Different coloured hangings, perhaps? One in particular caught her eye, and she shielded her eyes to see it. Was that a face? Was someone looking out?
No, that was ridiculous. Bellatrix had said there weren't many who lived here. There couldn't be anyone in that room. Although... she didn't know everyone who stayed here, and really, didn't care to. Why should she?
Another rustle. Lily drew her wand, then Summoned the gnome that was stirring in the bushes. She let him dangle in the air as she studied him. His face was contorted in a grimace, tongue sticking out at her, and he made a rude gesture with one stubby little hand. Lily felt a wave of irritation, and pushed it aside. No feeling.
You weren't supposed to feel. Or to care. Or to want anything but the screams of the stupid little thing. Lily aimed her wand, staring at it, realising that she didn't care. And that she did want to hear it.
"Crucio..." She focused and a warm tingle ran down her arm, and she could have sworn she saw the thing grimace in pain, although it looked more like she'd given it a headache, than proper agony. She tried again, then twice more, before letting it drop to the ground. It wobbled off, rubbing its lumpy head, and she sighed.