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Lily Evans (emerald_eyes) wrote in expresslogs,

He hadn't been here long enough, Lily reflected, to see what hope there was, and why there was so damn little of it. The newcomers all brought it in with them -- they could find a way out, a way back, a way to stop the train, to turn it around. She knew better. If there was a way, they'd have found it already because everyone who'd come and gone, for the most part, had tried.

She listened, all the same, as he stammered awkwardly through everything. Reaching out, she took his free hand lightly in her own, squeezing it gently to try to tell him it was all right. She wasn't sure there really were words to convey the things she'd wanted to, but that would have to do. "I'm sure we'll come across something else to try," Lily assured him with a soft smile.

Watching as he walked off, she wondered if things really would be all right. If he would be. She was sure, in time, he'd be fine. He was James Potter, after all. With a fond, if somewhat sad, smile, Lily turned toward the kitchen to see if there was anything in there that needed tending before she retreated to her own room.