InsaneJournal

RP: What did it Mean?
Characters: Lily
Time/Date: Sunday, late morning, July 11
Location: Lobby, couch
Warnings/Rating: distressed Lily is distressed
Summary: Lily finds something in her room and she doesn't know what to make of it
Status: Closed



Lily woke up slowly, a little later than usual. The party had gone fairly late (parts of it, anyway), and she and Jaime had stuck around for cleanup afterward. Easing out from beneath the covers, Lily simply sat on the edge of her bed for a moment before she rose slowly. Wandering over toward the bathroom, she took a shower and brushed her teeth before heading to the closet to get dressed. She was still favoring her robes, and she reasoned that was simply because it made her feel closer to home.

After brushing and braiding her hair, she made her way to the nightstand to pick up her wand, and her hand froze just above ... the pair of wands on the table. One was hers ... but one ... one was not.

Swallowing hard, Lily picked up the second wand slowly, turning it over in her hand. It was James' wand. Not one that looked like his, but his. There was the splinter in the middle, smoothed over. The toothmarks on the handle from when Sirius as Padfoot had taken off with it. The streak in the wood, like a band just above the handle. It was his wand ... so what the hell was it doing here? Was he here, somewhere?

Or was it a sign from the kidnappers that he, her James, was no longer in need of his wand because he was dead? Lily felt her knees go weak at that thought, but surely ... surely they wouldn't. They wouldn't kill James for no reason. Just to torment her. But why wouldn't they? What proof at all did she have that they weren't insane, sadistic bastards out to break each and every person here? She looked around, wondering if they were watching her even now, gauging her reaction to the wand.

Lily found she didn't really care if they were. She lifted the wand a little closer to her face, gazing along it before she tucked it down into the drawer of the nightstand. She needed to talk to someone. Really, just about anyone would do just then. She just needed someone to tell her that James wasn't dead, that he was fine, that maybe he was even here.

Slipping her own wand up her sleeve and tucking her room key into her pocket, Lily left her room to head downstairs. She had every intention of making breakfast - at least for herself - before she decided she simply didn't have it in her. Instead, she crossed into the rec area and settled down on a couch in front of the TV, though she made no movement to turn it on. Instead, she gazed down at the coffee table and let herself get lost in her thoughts.