Lily Evans (emerald_eyes) wrote in expresslogs, @ 2012-03-22 21:58:00 |
|
|||
Lily wasn't inclined to get out of bed. She'd known she wouldn't be inclined to get out of bed, thus the point of messaging Mitchell and Annie the night before. She wasn't up to people. She wasn't even up to her friends. Things had been difficult between her and James, granted, and she thought the blame was on them both, that they were handling things badly, but never would she have wanted him to be sent back. Not to that. Not to where he was going, to what was going to happen. Maybe he could change it. Maybe even if he couldn't remember exactly, he'd have enough of an impression to change his mind, at least change their secret-keeper. But if not ... As disinclined as she was to get out of bed, biology still happened, and she needed to pee. Pushing back the covers, she paused when she realized the room was light. Not light as in the lights were on (though they were), but light as in natural light coming in through the window. She swung her legs out of bed and, with her eyes on the window, started to walk in the direction of the bathroom. Since she hadn't been looking down, she cracked her toes on the chest that was sitting right in the walk way. She hissed and swallowed a curse before she lifted her bare foot to rub at her toes which were surely bruised (though thankfully apparently not broken). Only then did she devote any attention at all to the trunk. She didn't recognize it, which meant it wasn't likely hers. Since Sirius was her roommate, it wasn't like someone had arrived in the middle of the night with it. So what then? Lily crouched down, opening the latches on the trunk and lifting the lid. Her lips pursed slightly and a harsh, barking laugh left her mouth. "If this is your way of making up for it," she muttered to the train before she shook her head. Two days ago, even yesterday morning, she would have been elated to find this. Now, what joy she did feel was swamped by the more powerful sense of loss and sorrow at the way her family had been torn away. She realized too she should tell Severus, but she wasn't up for talking to anyone just then. Not even him. Stepping over the trunk, she continued on to her original destination as she waged a mental argument with herself over whether or not that really was the train's way of 'making up' for taking James and Harry, or if it was just sick and coincidental timing. She settled on timing, though she thought that was giving the train too much credit, which was ridiculous in and of itself. Then there was the matter of the change of scenery, and moreover, the fact they were stopped. She should ... do something. Make lists, or try to organize people, but she just ... didn't care. The ones who'd done it before knew the drill, and the new ones would figure it out. Leaving the bathroom, Lily made her way back to bed, flopping face-down onto it before she closed her eyes. She'd ... do those things. In a minute. Just ... not yet. |