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Lily Evans ([info]emerald_eyes) wrote in [info]indarkness_logs,
@ 2010-07-08 21:26:00

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Entry tags:!complete, 2032 07, gregory house, lily evans

RP: Moonwatcher
Characters: Lily, House
Time/Date: Nighttime, July 8
Location: Hotel front steps
Warnings/Rating: None
Summary: Emo Lily is emo
Status: Closed



Ever since the note and potion ingredients had shown up in her room - and she'd realized what they were - Lily had been watching the moon. However, she quickly discovered that there was absolutely no pattern to the moon - it didn't move in any sort of cycle. One night it was a thin crescent ... and the next, it was nearly full.

There was evidence enough that she wasn't actually what the potion implied she was. Remus' bite had scarred - she knew, because she'd seen it a couple of times. Hers was healing normally. Completely normally.

She felt nothing at all when the moon - the fake moon? - had been nearly full, which implied to her she wasn't actually going to turn into something four-legged and furry. But then why ...? Why would they do this?

Pushing up the sleeve of her robe, Lily gazed at the healed over bite mark. No, it wasn't very likely at all that it had been a wolf's bite. A dog's bite, to make her think she'd be a wolf.

Exhaling a sigh, Lily let her sleeve slip back down as she tipped her head back to regard the half-moon that sat motionless in the sky - or whatever passed for a sky here.


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[info]house_call
2010-07-09 05:03 am UTC (link)
He couldn't stand it here.

This entire place was completely backwards and for the first time, Gregory House felt like he was absolutely, completely out of control over the happenings of his own life. There was no one to manipulate because he didn't care for anyone here. There was no way to control HIMSELF because he couldn't get his hands on drugs. Everything was slipping from his fingers and he was hopelessly at the will of whatever monsters dragged him here in the first place. He had two options. He could either complain, and fight an unseen enemy in complete vain, or he could sit back and accept what was happening to him.

Then again, House was never one for acceptance...

He had considered spending the night in his bedroom, staring at the ceiling and thinking of ways to get home; in the back of his mind, he knew that he wasn't going to get out of here. There was so many people here already, if there was a way to escape, someone would have done it. But he couldn't accept that... He was more intelligent than everyone else. Maybe he could see something they couldn't. At least, that's what he liked to believe.

He gave up on trying to brainstorm, so instead he made his way down to the lobby of the hotel, his eyes moving to the large doors of the entrance. Perhaps fresh air would clear his head... His cane made a soft, clacking sound as it tapped its way across the floor, walking over to the doors and he reached out with one hand to push one open. It was much heavier than it looked and he had to lean into it a bit more, but he stepped out of the hotel that he was already sick of seeing, started to head down the steps.

His footing stopped when he saw a girl sitting there, alone.

Greg didn't like meeting new people. In fact, he tried to avoid it. Being social wasn't one of his strong points. But the look on her face almost made him feel like she was as confused about this place as he was. The problem was, even if he DID want to speak to her, what would he say? He was also terrible at smalltalk. He was about to completely disregard the idea of talking to her, until he saw the young woman tugging up her sleeve.

He saw the mark of what looked like an animal bite on her arm, before her sleeve slipped back down to hide it, and he frowned, before he started to walk down the stairs a bit more, stopping on a step that would put him in her range of sight.

"What bit you?" He asked her with mild interest, nodding towards her arm before his eyes move up to her face, trying to judge her reaction towards him on first appearance.

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[info]emerald_eyes
2010-07-09 05:17 am UTC (link)
Lily glanced up when she heard the door thump closed, and her lips twitched into a slight, soft smile as she regarded the stranger. He wasn't anyone she knew, and ... really, not even anyone she'd seen before. She didn't think.

He was one of the few older people around though, and that alone was enough to pique her interest. His lack of greeting brought to mind Severus, and her eyes darkened slightly before she pushed those thoughts away. There were things here best not thought about and dwelt upon - and he was one of them.

"I'm not sure," she said. "It happened while I was asleep a ... week or so ago," she admitted. Maybe more than a week; it was hard to keep track of time. "I think it was just a dog though," she offered as she hiked up her sleeve again. Maybe he could tell from looking at it, and he'd seemed interested, so ... why not let him look?

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[info]house_call
2010-07-09 05:36 am UTC (link)
Her greeting demeanor seemed to lower his walls a bit and Greg walked over to her at his own pace. He was always a bit more tolerable when people let him explore the things that he wanted to explore, and her arm caught his interest. There weren't enough sick people around her and he was already going out of his mind with boredom...

He eyed the damaged skin, sitting down next to her with a grunt before he placed his cane down, stretching his leg down the steps and turning towards her. He gingerly took her arm in his hands, looking closely at the mark before he frowned a bit. "This mark is pretty pronounced for having happened an entire week ago." He muttered it more to himself than to her, and he sat up straight before he continued, "Well it definitely looks like a dog bite... a big dog, but still a dog."

His eyes moved up to her face with a confusion that she could probably see; how the hell did something so THAT to her arm while she was asleep and she wasn't even sure if it was a dog or not? Then again, Greg was quickly learning that things happened in this place that couldn't exactly be explained. So he didn't question it. "Have you been cleaning it regularly?" He let her sleeve fall back down her arm. "If its still that clear it's possible that its growing over some sort of infection."

Yes. Greg could do this. Medical knowledge was his thing, it was the only category he could talk about in public without feeling terribly awkward or urged to make some snarky, sarcastic remark. "I wouldn't be surprised though, I don't know how many medical supplies are around this place."

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[info]emerald_eyes
2010-07-09 06:00 am UTC (link)
Lily surrendered her arm easily enough. She was still too trusting, especially here - for all she knew, he was one of the kidnappers just playing as a guest. But she also knew she couldn't stand second guessing everyone and assuming the worst. It wasn't in her nature, and she could only be what she was - and that was an individual who trusted until given cause not to.

Her brows lifted slightly at his proclamation, and she nodded slightly. "Well, I didn't see. I ... was led to believe it might have been a wolf, but ..." She shrugged slightly. "I was drugged and just woke up with a bleeding bite on my arm." A faint smile twitched her lips.

"I've been washing it out, yes, but there isn't much here beyond basic first aid kits. I've ..." she hesitated, then decided she didn't need to break out the 'I do magic' card right now. So she shrugged. "Done what I could to take care of it." She flexed her arm slightly before she drew it back and let her sleeve slide back down to cover it.

"I haven't seen you around before," she ventured. "Have you recently arrived or have you been hiding in your room?" She paused before extending her right hand. "I'm Lily," she offered.

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[info]house_call
2010-07-09 06:15 am UTC (link)
"Ah. Right. ...They have a habit of doing that here, don't they." He muttered it bitterly when Lily mentioned being drugged and he looked out at the landscape in front of them. It was far from pretty. And even further from Princeton. His eyes moved up to the moon, giving an annoyed sigh. He swore that it was only a crescent the night before, and now it looked like it was three quarters of the way full. The more he noticed about this place, the more he hated it.

He listened to her, though, and he nodded when she said that she had taken care of it. Who was he to question? The girl was young but at that age she was more than capable of warding off a simple infection. He sighed at her question, however, and he leaned back on the chairs, stretching out his leg a bit more in effort to ease the pain.

"Little bit of both." He admitted, glancing at the red haired girl and pausing when he saw her hand. He moved his own, reaching over and shaking it. "Greg House." He returned his hand to his side to lean on, unable to balance himself for long without it. He wasn't usually eager to give his name back home, and there was no guarantee that this girl wasn't from somewhere in the hospital, but that hardly seemed to matter right now. A lot of things hardly seemed to matter, really. He just wanted to get the hell out of here.

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[info]emerald_eyes
2010-07-09 06:22 am UTC (link)
"It's nice to meet you," she said softly. His age implied she should resort to 'Mr House' for address, but here ... did such niceties and formalities really matter? Maybe she'd just settle on House, without the Mr in front of it. Like the boys did back home.

She dropped her eyes and willed the tension out of her shoulders before she nodded to him. "Hiding in rooms is a popular new arrival activity," Lily admitted. "But they ... do things to the rooms. Music over the loudspeakers, and right now some people are complaining of smells. Not me, fortunately, but ... there've been enough posts on the network about it."

Her eyes shifted back up to the sky before she glanced over to him. "So where are you from? And when? There's ... a diversity of years here. I'm from 1979 myself, and Susan's from the mid-forties. Jaime's from 2004, and I think Tyler said he's from 2007." She decided she was probably oversharing and he likely wouldn't care, because what were the odds of him having met any of them?

Well, perhaps Tyler ... he did spend a lot of time downstairs.

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[info]house_call
2010-07-09 06:34 am UTC (link)
Greg nodded when she started to talk about the happenings in the rooms. The boy in the lobby was telling him about the exact same thing, and House was starting to get concerned. What was HE going to experience soon? They certainly weren't going to just let him be, that would be too ideal. He didn't have the patience for these little games.

Her question caught him off guard, however, and so did her next comment about being from 1979. The concept of taking people from different TIMES was COMPLETELY new to him, and it offered the fact that these people were capable of a lot more than he thought they were. The concept of time travel wasn't even a THEORY yet, it was still considered as science fiction because of how little they knew...

"...2010." He answered her, staring at her softly, before he looked back at the moon. There were people from all different times... this was getting more and more twisted the longer he stayed here. "It's July back home, I uh... don't know what it is here. Then again, I don't know anything about this damn place." He sighed. "How long have you been here for?" It seemed like the question to ask people. Really, his curiosity was, 'How long do they keep people here before letting us go home or getting rid of us?'

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[info]emerald_eyes
2010-07-09 06:44 am UTC (link)
She nodded slightly. Some of the newer people, she thought she'd seen, were from then as well. "I don't know, exactly. They're not exactly big on sharing the dates with us, though apparently someone's worked out that it's 2032. I'm not sure if that's accurate or not though." She shrugged.

"It sort of stops mattering," Lily admitted. "I've been here ..." She looked thoughtful. "A month, I think. Give or take a few days. I was ... alone at first, for four days before anyone else showed up. They seem to come in ... small groups. I'm not sure if it's something about how we're collected, or ... if they just hold us and release us in groups. No one knows, really," she murmured.

"I'm not sure anyone really knows for sure, anything about the place. There's speculation enough. They had an obsession with numbers early on. Last Friday there was a lottery of sorts. Numbers announced on the network. Tyler had a ticket that won, but I never did ask what he won," she realized. Maybe she'd go ask him about it later.

"Not that money would be any good here. It's ..." she gestured vaguely toward the store. "There's food over there, and clothing in the mall. They restock most nights, I guess because we don't really seem to run out of things. There's food in the kitchen and so far as I know, no one's ever actually seen the people that ... have kidnapped us."

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[info]house_call
2010-07-09 07:14 am UTC (link)
He listened closely when she started to explain how everything worked and he frowned, looking down the street at the mall and the store, then back at the hotel when she mentioned the kitchen. He was certainly hungry, but he hadn't even noticed because of everything that was going on here.

The sad part was that this was the longest conversation he had with anyone in months. No snark, no sarcasm, just talk. It was almost pathetic that it took all of this to get Greg to just listen to what someone had to say, because his life could very well depend on it. He didn't care about that right now, though, either. His personality flaws were the least of his concerns. Besides, he knew his attitude was hiding under the thin surface of shock. Once that went away he was probably going to get chased out of this place by a mob of pitchforks and torches.

"Yeah well... I doubt that they offer us designer clothing over there, but I'm sure it does the job." He turns his head to glance at her (Lily, right?) and he asks, "How set are you on spending the rest of the night here and contemplating life while staring at the broken moon? I would really appreciate it if you could show me the kitchen..."

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[info]emerald_eyes
2010-07-09 07:18 am UTC (link)
Lily laughed softly. "Well, perhaps they do but ... they were designer back in the fifties," she teased a little. She glanced down to her robe and decided not to draw attention to it. So she was more comfortable in her wizarding robes just now, what of it? They were comfortable and warm enough for the cool night air.

"Or they're futuristic styles," she mused as she stood up slowly. She stretched, arching her back as she held her arms out to her sides before letting them fall, her hands brushing her hips and smoothing out the fabric of her robes.

"I assume by 'show you the kitchen' you really mean make something for you?" she inquired, a teasing smile on her lips, red brows elevated in amusement. She didn't mind, really; it was something to do and she wasn't completely sure he was set to cook, as unstable as he'd seemed. He did have a cane, after all.

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[info]house_call
2010-07-09 07:31 am UTC (link)
For the first time that night House let out a bit of a chuckle at her words, looking up at her with a bit of a smile. "Well you're just shy of the eighties, right? So I suppose I could tell you that all I wear is metal robotic extensions and you wouldn't really be able to think anything of it. But simple clothing is good too. It gets the job done.

"And you don't have to make me anything, but since you OFFERED..." He gave her another small smile before he gave a groan and forces himself up on the stairs, using his cane to prop himself to his feet. His leg had been throbbing harder than before now, but he was sure it had a lot to do with the stress... he was hoping it would go away. Although, really, it never went away.

"Just remember to go slow for me. If you haven't noticed, I'm broken." He lifted his cane lazily. "So don't go too fast. Speed is our kryptonite, you know..."

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[info]emerald_eyes
2010-07-09 02:03 pm UTC (link)
"Well, I would be somewhat skeptical, but you're right. I'd have no way of knowing that fashion doesn't go all metal in thirty years." She smiled softly, and while she wanted to help him up when he seemed to have trouble, she had an idea that he was the sort that didn't accept help readily or easily.

Once he was up though, she opened the door to let them in. "Suppose it's a bit nosy of me to ask what happened?" Lily said. It made her wish she was a healer, but she could make a simple pain relief potion from the ingredients that had been left in her room ... maybe she would, later. If nothing else, it was something for her to do even if he had no desire for it.

Keeping her pace slow, but even, Lily led him to the kitchen and gestured for him to have a seat. "Any sorts of guidelines? Things I should avoid or anything like that?" Even as she asked, she began rifling through the cabinets and fridge to see what was available today.

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[info]house_call
2010-07-10 06:52 am UTC (link)
"Yes, exactly. So I'm sort of like a fortune teller. Cool." He nodded at that, looking completely serious as he walks through the door that she held open for him. He stayed silent for a long moment after she asked what had happened, his eyes moving around the main lobby in thought before he shrugged. It seemed pointless to keep an aura of mystery around him here. His own mysteries weren't nearly as impressive as the ones that were offered in a place like this.

"I was stubborn and people were stupid." He said it in an idle voice, trying to see if he could guess his way through the massive building. He soon stopped walking to let Lily take the lead, glancing at her before he continued. "Long story short, something happened, the muscle in my leg went dead, and they could have done a procedure to fix it, or amputate the leg all together. I said to do the procedure." His eyes moved up to the ceiling. "My partner at the time, and doctor, decided to try a middle ground. Which, obviously..." He lifted his cane in a lazy swing, "didn't work out as well as they had hoped."

A silence fell over him after he summed the story into a nutshell, frowning a bit as he thought about it. It was far too long ago for him to really get angry, but there was always that level of annoyance there. If they just did as he said...

He willingly sat down in one of the chairs that Lily gestured to him and he watched as she girl started to rummage through the cabinets. She seemed eager, and it just reminded Greg that people here must be so lonely. He could handle that. In fact, he preferred it. But when it came to someone who was open enough to talk to an older stranger on the steps of a twisted monster hotel and then offer to make him food... it must have been much more difficult.

"No, no allergies or anything, so whatever you find I guess." He nodded to her before he leaned back, watching awkwardly. "...So did you leave a lot of friends behind?"

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[info]emerald_eyes
2010-07-10 03:47 pm UTC (link)
She nodded sympathetically to his story, though she didn't ... exactly understand it. Not completely in context, though she understood well enough about gangrene and assumed it might have been something like that, only without the infection part.

It was enough to know he'd been fixed wrong.

She wondered absently if an ennervation spell would help him at all, and she wondered if he'd let her try it at some point. But Lily was a clever girl; if anyone could tweak the spell so it woke up a dead muscle, it'd be her. If nothing else, she'd try the potion simply in case he wanted it.

Dropping her eyes at his question, her hand hesitated as it reached toward something buried in the depths of the cabinet. "Ah ... well. Yes, I did. My fiance and I were ... were doing some charity work with a group of friends from school, and we were all very close."

Charity work. Vigilante group. Whichever. "Part of me hopes some of them will show up here. Most of me fears that very thing. There's no reason for any of them to be stuck here. No reason at all."

Trying to shake off the worst of it, Lily set about making some ham and cheese omelets.

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Oops, sorry! D: Can that be deleted please? I can't do it >.>
[info]house_call
2010-07-11 05:24 am UTC (link)
Greg watched closely as she paused at his question, and he began to measure her reaction in his mind. She paused, in speech and movement. She had to hesitate? Or perhaps she was remembering. Or, more likely, she was thinking of a way to change or dumb down her story. It's not like he wasn't guilty of the same thing however, but that was mostly because he didn't want to think about Lisa Cuddy right now. She was his doctor at the time, and now, he finally had good memories, and he was here... and SHE was-

He didn't want to think about it.

With a hard swallow he looked back at Lily, watching her throwing things together and he shrugged. "There's no reason for us to be stuck here either, but we're here anyway. Would be a lot easier to have people we know." He leaned back. "Hell is only Hell when you have no one to share it with."

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:) got it
[info]emerald_eyes
2010-07-11 05:31 am UTC (link)
"Well, no. There is no reason for us to be here, but I feel horribly selfish wishing for all my friends to join me in this place." She wanted them here; she thought she might well kill to have James here ... but at the same time, she'd be devastated if they were pulled out of their own life as well.

A wry smile tugged her lips before she shook her head slightly. "It could be worse though. I mean, they could have us strapped down to tables or paralyzed or ... be torturing us with more than just repetitive children's songs."

Not that she exactly wanted to be giving them any ideas, and she glanced around as if she could somehow magically see the recorders and the like. Shaking off that reaction, Lily rolled her shoulders as she continued to cook. "What about you?" she asked after a moment. "Did you leave a lot behind?"

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Thank you :)
[info]house_call
2010-07-11 06:31 am UTC (link)
Greg had to fight himself from scoffing at that. Did he leave anything behind? For the first time, yes, he did, but that was just his luck. He wasn't nearly as understanding as Lily seemed to be. How terrible would it be for them to be here with him? They didn't have to work, and they would all be together, really. So what would the problem be?

"I guess so." He shrugged before he leaned forward onto the table that he was sitting at. "A friend, and someone a bit closer. Believe it or not, I'm not REALLY a people person." He smirked a little, before he glanced over at the pan she was using, and he breathed in deeply. He could cook, but it was so much easier to have other people do it for him...

"It's complicated. I worked with an emotionless perfectionist, a feminine creature with a pretty face... and a woman named Remy, also. My boss was totally into me, but I don't know."

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[info]emerald_eyes
2010-07-11 04:27 pm UTC (link)
Lily grinned slightly. "Suppose it's fortunate for you then that I am a people person," she teased him gently. "One who likes to cook for strange men," she added with a soft laugh as she worked. "I think everyone here has ... something, someone left behind. Some have closer bonds than others," she continued. "Tyler, for example, was very close to a few of his friends, whereas Jaime didn't have any particular attachments." Which she supposed was why Jaime was having an easier time of settling in completely here.

She chuckled softly at his comment about his boss, and she glanced across the divider to him. She wondered if that was the case, or if he was deluding himself, or simply making something up ... and she supposed it didn't really matter.

Flipping the omelet onto a plate, she turned off the burner and carried it out to him - along with a knife, fork, and condiments. "Did you want something to drink? They actually have a decent variety. Milk and soda and juice and I think some beer in the back."

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[info]house_call
2010-07-12 07:54 pm UTC (link)
House gave a shrug of indifference. To be honest, he didn't know whether he missed home or not. Granted, he and Lisa just really started to become an item... but he didn't have much faith in it. How long was it going to last, anyway? She was always changing her mind, and, put bluntly, it only took so long for Greg to start acting like a complete asshole again.

Lily seemed a bit different. A younger girl with a broader social life, and Greg couldn't help but notice that, if they were put in normal settings (minus the concept of being several decades apart) they probably wouldn't have looked twice at each other. To him, Lily would have been an outgoing, smiling optimist, who obviously tried to make the best out of a bad situation. He would have called her annoying... and she would have probably called him... well. Something much more vivid than 'annoying'.

He watched her bring the food over to him on a plate and it was then that he felt a bit awkward of the kind young woman serving him, his blue eyes moving up a bit at her face to say a proper 'thank you' before he shook his head. "No, I'm fine for now, I'll probably grab a beer later if I want to." He gave her a small, rare smile, before he cut into his food and took a bite. He gave a little nod in approval before he leaned back in his seat again, stretching out his leg. It always had a habit of acting up in stressful situations. And non-stressful situations. And all situations.

Greg never knew how possible it was to hate a limb.

He took another bite and glanced at the woman for a moment. It wasn't the first time he noticed the odd, cloak-like cover she was wearing,and noticed the accent that she sported. She was from Britain, obviously,and had a strange taste in clothing. Her confidence about spending time around an older man who, understandably, looked a little dirty with his unshaven face and wrinkled clothing, as if he just came off the streets, made him wonder what was so special about her that made her so confident and safe around complete strangers.

It was hard, though. With a situation such as this, did it really matter who was who back where they all came from? He was only going on what he knew in an unfamiliar world. "So what did you do back home?" He asked her, striking up their conversation out of pure curiosity. "You said that you and your Fiance were part of a charity group... for what? Did you carry a job along with it on the side?"

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[info]emerald_eyes
2010-07-12 10:15 pm UTC (link)
Lily was pleased that he seemed to appreciate the food, and she'd started to turn to head back to the kitchen to start clean-up when he dropped his question. She supposed she should have been prepared for a follow-up question, but she'd also considered that topic past and safe to forget about.

She was a horrible liar, and she hoped he didn't press too much as she shifted slightly widened emerald eyes toward him. "Ah," she said, which was of course simply one of those noises used to buy time.

"Well, ah ...orphans," she declared. "We ... worked with orphans. Teaching them and fund-raising for them and the like," she said before she swallowed hard. Yup, no tell-tale signs of a lie there. None what so ever. Except, of course, for the dozen or so ways her body, her expression, her eyes betrayed her.

"I ... James had family money, so we really didn't need to work. So we had a lot of free time to ... to spend with the children."

With her back slightly stiff, Lily retreated to the kitchen to start scrubbing the pan, though she was certainly still visible and in easy range of conversation.

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[info]house_call
2010-07-12 11:25 pm UTC (link)
Greg was slightly taken aback by her answer. There was nothing strange about her words, of course, but how horribly she LIED about it was almost astounding. Honestly, it shocked him that lying was THAT hard to do for some people. It was quite easy for him.

"Orphans." He stated bluntly, repeating her and staring at the back of her head as she started to clean dishes. He couldn't help but lean back and look a bit amused. What was so very important to lie about that she couldn't tell a man from thirty years into the future? "You teach... and fund-raise... orphans." He stretched lazily before he tilted his head and he asked simply,

"So it's one of those things that you don't like to talk about. Which means it's illegal or shameful..." Hey eyed her a bit. She was pretty, but she didn't strike him as someone who was a prostitute or an exotic dancer... so possibly something illegal. He believed her about her fiance having money, so selling drugs was a possibility but not a guarantee.

"I don't think many people are going to judge you here. Or uncover you for something illegal... who are we telling?"

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[info]emerald_eyes
2010-07-12 11:37 pm UTC (link)
"It's not ..." she started to protest. Honestly, in the strictest sense of things, what they were doing was a little illegal. Aurors tracked down dark wizards ... not young witches and wizards right out of school.

"Well, it isn't ... illegal," Lily hedged. "But honestly, if I told you I was part of a vigilante group that hunted down dark wizards, how on Earth would you take that?"

She knew how she looked. She wasn't that big, but she was fierce and quick with a hex when her back was to a wall. To look at her though, who would believe that? "So it's easier to ... I didn't expect any follow up questions," she admitted as a faint flush crept into her cheeks.

"Old habits die hard," she murmured. "We don't talk about the Order. We don't ... talk about what we are to people who aren't like us. But I suppose you're right. Who are you going to tell, here?" Lily shrugged and supposed she hadn't been doing a great job of hiding it anyway. At least, not to people she knew. It was just ... the new people she didn't go about blurting that she was a witch.

When she was in her robes, she assumed they assumed she was just from a different cultural background or made up some other excuse to explain her attire, and she didn't go flashing her wand about most of the time - at the pool was the one exception, because really ... where was she going to hide it in a bikini?

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[info]house_call
2010-07-13 12:09 am UTC (link)
Greg listened carefully to her tone and watched her face closely. Her words threw him off, and the fact that she said it all straight faced threw him off even more. He stared at the girl for a long, long moment, and his immediate thought was that she was horribly dilusional. Possibly some sort of schizophrenia, quite possibly a form where she thought that she lived in a world of dark wizard vigilante groups. Or was it... ANTI-dark wizard vigilante groups? That one sounded right...

The problem with that was that a schizophrenic wouldn't have lied about it in the first place. The concept of her hiding, what she believed to be, her true story, showed that she was in grasp with the concept of reality; what was real and what wasn't. He glanced back at her strange outfit and he looked back at her face... almost disappointed. She seemed so normal, too... boring, yes, but this place was a bit different. Instead of trying to find crazy people in a comfortable surrounding, he found himself eager to be around normal people in a crazy world.

"So you run around and beat up evil wizards." He cocked an eyebrow. "I suppose you, what, use magic, right? To hunt them down. Because... they're wizards."

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[info]emerald_eyes
2010-07-13 12:31 am UTC (link)
Lily laughed softly. "I wouldn't say I go around and beat them up, no. James prefers I not be ... out on the front lines. Mostly because he's afraid I'd show him up," she said, a smile softening her features. "At least, that's what he says ... I'm sure it's more because he doesn't want me to get hurt." But they both knew if he said that ... it wouldn't go over well at all.

"I'm more ... background work. I hadn't decided what I wanted to do yet. Not really. So I've been working on potions ... so whether I wanted to go for my potions mastery or apprentice at St Mungo's to be a healer ... well, either way it's a valuable skill. And yes, we do use magic," she said as she rinsed off the pan.

"How else should we go about picking off wizards who can kill you with a well-timed flick of their wand?" Who ... had killed people she knew, with spells she wouldn't utter save in the most dire of circumstances.

Drying off the pan, she put it away and moved back to the table, plunking herself down across from him. She wondered a little if he'd want a demonstration now.

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[info]house_call
2010-07-14 06:11 am UTC (link)
He watched as her face seemed to soften at the mention of the man she called her fiance and Greg felt something strike him painfully in the chest. She must have missed him. Terribly, really. He missed Lisa already and he wasn't even sure if the woman really cared for him in that way, having someone like that, THAT young... the poor girl.

However, House wasn't one to take pity on people so he quickly pushed the wave of emotion away, replacing it with overwhelming logic. St. Mungo's? A healer, not a doctor? And yes. They do use magic.

"Oh. We'll if thats the case then I've always wanted to see a unicorn. The idea of riding one always makes me feel so pretty, you see." Despite his effort, he was keeping his sarcasm at a minimum. He still wasn't sure if this girl was crazy, but she was the only one talking to him at this point. And crazy company was better than no company at all.

He watched her sit at the table across from him and he stared at her... before his eyes widened. "Oh, no, are you going to pull a rabbit out of my ear now?"

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[info]emerald_eyes
2010-07-14 02:08 pm UTC (link)
"Just a unicorn? Why not a dragon?" she teased him playfully ... and then wondered if anyone had ridden a unicorn. Someone, probably, somewhere had. "I'm not sure we actually ride unicorns. If they can even be tamed, for all that. We just use their tail hairs in wands, and potions and the like," she said.

She, of course, was being serious - even if he hadn't been.

Chuckling softly, Lily shook her head. "I could try, if you wanted me to, but ... that seems like a bit of a parlor trick, doesn't it?" That, and she wasn't exactly the best at transfiguration, which she'd need to get a rabbit around here.

She did slip her wand out though, holding it between her hands and gazing at it. "I could do something else if you'd like an actual demonstration though."

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