Lily Evans (emerald_eyes) wrote in full_circle, @ 2009-09-16 00:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2024 09, complete, faustus snape, hogsmeade, lily evans |
RP: More Bad News
Who: Lily, Faustus
Where: his place, Hogsmeade
When: Evening, September 16, 2024
Rating/Warnings: None? Swearing maybe?
Summary: Lily goes to relay her conversation with Sev to Faustus
Status: Complete
Lily apparated to Hogsmeade, looking around curiously. It had changed a fair bit since her time, but the basic structure was the same. The line of shops, the clusters of houses. There seemed to be more houses, more shops, but she supposed that stood to reason; time had been rolling along, hadn't it?
She had a feeling Harry had known she was lying when she was so vague about where she was going, but he hadn't said anything and she hadn't volunteered any information.
Strolling along the street, she smiled as she looked around. She was doing her level best to push aside all the horror stories she'd heard today. Or rather, the ones she'd let herself hear. Harry had told her about the prophecy, about the way they were sent into hiding. About Peter's betrayal and why Peter had wound up eventually living with Severus. It had made her sick, just sick to think that Peter could have betrayed them like that.
It made her sicker still that Sirius had taken the fall for it, and wound up in prison.
But then, just a few hours ago, Sirius had come back - and come back younger than he'd died. She'd been there when Harry had gotten the notice to go to the hospital, but she was going to wait a bit for Sirius to adjust. For everyone else to acclimate him to this new world. Besides, she had plans - but she thought she'd stop in after she left Faustus' place. Still, it made her feel marginally better that she was no longer the only freak who hadn't come back at the moment of her death.
Following the directions he'd given her, she made her way along the pathway until she found the appropriate house, complete with sad plants. Knocking softly on the door, she waited for a response.
As promised, she was armed with drinks: a bottle of firewhiskey was tucked into the pocket of her robes.