RP: Lily Who: Lily Where: St. Mungo's When: 15 November, 2025 into the next morning Summary: Nightmares and Dreamscapes
The carpet was soft under bare feet as Lily walked through the manor. Long corridors with doors to everywhere and nowhere. Voices behind every one spoke in murmurs she was afraid to try to hear. Afraid to understand.
She needed to find her room. Her husband. Her life.
A door opened into a field, yellow with wheat and fragrant. Another revealed a river, rich with the scent of wet moss.
A third, an empty nursery. A mobile hung motionless over the cot.
Lily backed away, shaking her head. Into another door. She felt for the knob and pushed it open, backing into it away from the empty baby's room, then turned.
The room was dark save a patch of moonlight on the floor. She took a step, then another, then knelt by the figure that lay there. Her fingers moved through familiar black hair, coming away bloody. She stared at them in horror, not moving until the hand closed around her wrist.
"Come home, my lovely?"
Lily felt a scream rising in her throat, blocked by the darkness, and she pulled, pulled, pulled away, trying desperately to escape the chilly grip...
She sat up in bed, covers clutched to her chest, gasping and staring wide-eyed around the room. The guards stood by the door looking at her with some concern, and she struggled to calm her breathing. Lie back against the pillows. Pull Hope's bassinet toward her, reaching to touch the warm bundle of her daughter.