Lily Evans (![]() ![]() @ 2012-01-17 19:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | lily evans |
Worry
Characters: Lily
When: Tuesday evening
Location: Dining car (10)
Warnings/Rating: none anticipated
Summary: Lily frets
Status: Narrative
She had imagined that fights were inevitable. That tempers were bound to flare, but she never for a moment imagined murder. She supposed that might be a touch naive of her though. She didn't know these people from Adam -- especially the ones that kept to themselves. While she didn't want to point any accusatory fingers, really anyone could have done it. Any number of the passengers were armed, and the kitchen was stocked with blades. Motive was escaping her, but she knew as well as anyone that motive wasn't always required. The Death Eaters killed wantonly. Granted, that was to make examples of people, but it was still senseless killing. So was there some monster on the train wearing a human face? Was it someone she saw every morning at breakfast? Was it someone she'd carried on in-depth conversation with? Or was it someone -- or something -- that had come on board with that strange new car? It was awfully coincidental timing, after all. Lily cast her gaze briefly back toward the car in question -- though she couldn't see it from here. Being kidnapped was bad enough. Having no control over where the train went was awful. But now they had to worry about being murdered? She was half-tempted to suggest everyone find a buddy they trusted, but if the murderer had been among them all along, then ... perhaps they were trusting him or her when they shouldn't be. She thought about the people she'd met, and who she trusted and didn't trust. Granted, she was a horrible example, because she did trust quickly and easily. Her lips pursed slightly at the thought of that, but she wasn't interested in suddenly assuming everyone was out to kill her, either. Shaking her head, Lily tried to chase away her thoughts as she set aside her book. Her focus wasn't on the printed words, and she couldn't keep her mind off the fact there was, perhaps, a killer on board. |