InsaneJournal

Who: Lily Snape and Rodolphus Lestrange
What: An encounter!
When: August 29, evening
Where: The dungeons by the Potions Labs
Why: CHAOS?


Patrol was patrol. Lily had done it for years without any real incidents - alright that wasn't true. There had always been incidents, mostly caused by the Marauders. But on the whole there had never been any dangerous incidents. No giant bugs set loose in the castle, nothing that would require a school wide emergency to be called... well... Not really. Still, patrol was patrol, and Lily knew full well when she was actually patrolling and when she was just wandering. And right now she was wandering.

It was similar to what she'd been chastising James for only two nights earlier except that in this case she had clearance to be out of her dorms at this time. But where she was... that was a different story entirely. She'd left to do her rounds, but her feet had led back to a familiar set of stairs off the Great Hall. The stairs that led down to the Potions dungeons. In the few days since their arrival, Lily had yet to make a visit. She hadn't been sure she wanted to, not at first. But now, with everything seemingly unsettled, it seemed the only place that she wanted to go.

It was so familiar. The carvings in the stone of the wall, the way the middle steps were slightly angled. They were small things. Things you didn't necessarily notice unless you'd spent years cataloging them all in your head. And still, she wasn't entirely where she was supposed to be, this area being far from the area of her appointed rounds. And she didn't care. Ever since the arrival of Rodolphus Lestrange the tension level just kept rising. No one was in a good state, despite what they said. When they'd arrived she'd been certain that this would be one of the easy worlds. But it seemed as it continued that it was going to be a challenge. Not like the scientists would ever make anything easy. She wasn't a Slytherin, but for years this had been home. This place, these labs. She wasn't certain if being here was harder or comforting... and she had to think that she wasn't the only one wondering about it. If nothing else being here, she could get her mind sorted before she headed back upstairs.

...or so she thought.