Lily Evans (![]() ![]() @ 2012-09-02 21:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, lily evans |
Bummed
Characters: Lily, open
When: Sunday, after dinner
Location: Front kitchen
Warnings/Rating: none anticipated
Summary: Lily is a little sad
Status: open, ongoing
She was surprised she hadn't known sooner. Shouldn't she have? She didn't run into him every day, and apparently people were vanishing in the middle of the day now, rather than the middle of the night. Had he been at dinner last night? She couldn't recall, but ... he wasn't always. Sometimes he got caught up in his books and ate later. Still, it was depressing to think about the life he was going back to. Without her and James, with Sirius in prison, with Peter presumed dead ... and Remus, being a werewolf, would have a hard time of it anyway. Here ... here, he'd at least had a chance at something. He could have stayed off with them if they'd ever found a decent stop. After she'd finished cleaning up the dinner dishes, Lily set about cleaning up the kitchen itself. It was one of the rituals that helped her stay sane on the train. There was a pattern here, a rhythm, a security. There would always be dinner dishes, and there would always be a kitchen to clean. Once she'd finished wiping down the counters, Lily made herself a cup of tea. They'd dragged a little table in there, and she settled into that chair. If she'd been feeling more social, she would have headed out to the dining car. As it was though ... Jaime had given her something to think about. She was pretty set on staying in China if it was a reasonable reality, and of course she'd asked Lily to come with her. Which meant broaching the subject to Sev, and then ... if they did decide to stay ... announcing it to the train. Maybe it was time though. If the reality was good (and Lily wasn't honestly of the mind it would be, all things considered), nine months on the train was a damn long time. The pattern on the train was established, and ... if other people stayed on, they could sort things out. They could find new cooks, another greeter. People would fill in the gaps; it was the nature of the beast. She just thought it was a shame Remus hadn't made it to the next reality with them. Sipping at her tea, Lily gazed toward the kitchen door. She wasn't watching for anyone, or waiting for anything, but it was simply where her gaze landed while she thought. She let her thoughts drift, considering the pros and cons of staying off in a world not her own. They'd talked about it often enough, before. It was always an idea, a vague 'someday' to speculate about. But Jaime, she thought, was past the point of hypothesizing and theorizing. The train was a perpetual threat to Jaime's relationship, and Lily could completely understand the girl's desire to be shed of it. Lily herself wasn't so sure she was quite ready to leave. Which made her wonder if she was suffering a little from some sort of train-based Stockholm syndrome. Exhaling softly, she had another sip of her tea as she continued to consider her situation, and her options. |