RP: Lilith Who: Lilith Where: Lestrange Manor When: 22 March, 2025 Rating/Warnings: N/A Summary: Lilith sits and she thinks.
She sat in the armchair by the window, breakfast finished and tea set aside, surrounded by fabric and drawings and flowers and pictures of cake. Bellatrix had told the elves to do what was needed to provide for an opulent, grandiose wedding, and they were delighted to share all the plans with Lilith. All she was really charged with choosing was her dress, and she'd nearly done that already. She'd found a drawing, and added something from another, and fastened the fabrics she liked to the sketch.
Prissy had taken it to wherever she took it, returning and babbling excitedly that it would be done by Monday. A week? Less, really, to make a dress like that? Of course, she had no idea who was making it, or where it would come from. Much like everything here. There was obviously money.
She sighed, pushing a pile of velvet and silk off her lap, curling up into the chair and reaching to pull a bit of parchment off the table. Albus's owl. She'd got an owl. One owl.
In the whole time she'd been here, nobody had tried to reach her. Not her mother, or her grandmother, or a cousin. It was obvious, from the parchment in her hand, that owls could find her. And even if they knew what she'd done, attacking her father, would they know why? Didn't they care?
Obviously not. Not if she'd been here two months and the first letter she received was in response to an outreach of her own. That, and Jamie's watch-call, for the same reason. She sighed, staring out over the grounds, following the lines of green and deeper green as the grass became shadow at the treeline.
This must be the place for her, then. Here where she was learning. Valued for her power. Chosen for her loyalty. Loyalty her family could have had...
The details of her coming here were still fuzzy in her head, but she pushed it aside. The spell clouding the truth in favour of easing her mind. Lilith let it be eased, tuning out the world and settling back into her chair, staring out across the grounds with one hand lying across her belly.