RP: Tired of the Games Characters: Lily, Harry Time/Date: after this, August 25 Location: Kitchen Warnings/Rating: Tired, annoyed Lily? Summary: Lily isn't sure who the conversation was meant to attack, but is displeased all the same Status: Complete
First Jaime, and now her. This had the distinct feeling of someone jabbing at the workings of their leadership trio. She imagined Tyler was next ... unless they simply didn't see him as enough of a threat to do things like this to him. From what Lily knew of his home life and school life, aside from a few fights with his friends ... he probably didn't have much ammunition for them to grasp anyway. That annoyed her as well, and she would like for there to be a period in which she was not annoyed sometime in the near future.
Still, hearing James' voice had done unsettling things to her. He was younger ... it was from their time in school before she'd seen that he'd grown up enough to be considered worth her attention. It bothered her still though ... she'd known he was like that, she still didn't approve, yet she'd believed herself in love with him enough to marry him?
She did love him. Of course she did. She had a son with him. She ... really wished she had some insight to their marriage though. Had it been a good one? Or had it been full of fights like that? She did still fight with him. Not every day, but often enough. Had she forgotten how immature and arrogant he'd been, somewhere along her sixth year? He hadn't truly grown out of it, had he?
Frowning, Lily decided she was over-thinking this. It probably wasn't what they'd meant to convey with that little blast from the past, anyway. She imagined it was set to dig at Severus, but why? If it was meant to dig at her ... well, it had done that, certainly, but ...
Lily sighed and shook her head and set about starting dinner for people who were interested in joining her. Most of the time there was a decent sized crowd, but she imagined Jaime wouldn't be down here tonight. That saddened her. No one should have their lives broadcast like that. No one. Private moments ...
... Lily wondered how many other private moments of their lives would be blasted across the network. It was not a pleasant thought. This place had definitely taken a plunge to the darker side of things, and she didn't like it.
Sighing, she pulled the big pot out from the bottom cabinet and half-filled it with water. They could have spaghetti tonight. It was easy to make, and ... she was fairly certain there was some frozen bread she could bake, too. And a salad. She could handle that. Maybe soon, she'd have to recruit some kitchen help though ... there were an awful lot of people here now.