RP: Reflections Characters: Lily Time/Date: Late night, September 13 Location: her room Warnings/Rating: None Summary: Lily thinks about all the possible goodbyes she should have said Status: Complete
She and Jaime had made three copies of the registry that morning. One for each of their rooms. Lily was fairly certain she'd be the one posting tomorrow morning who had gone missing. If, of course, people did go missing. She wondered if anyone truly believed that mistakes had been made. That people were going home.
There was no doubt in her mind that she'd wake up right here tomorrow. She'd been here since the beginning ... so she couldn't possibly be a mistake. Jaime and Tyler had been here a while, so it didn't seem likely they were going to be taken away, either. But others ... others might be.
Her son. Her granddaughter. James, Sirius. Severus. Balthazar. There were so many other people here that she'd come to call friend, and any one of them -- or all of them -- might be taken. Or have someone they cared about taken from them.
Picking up the copy of the registry, Lily flipped through it slowly. She noticed, too, names aside from Bellatrix's had gone missing. That, she couldn't quite fathom. Were they ... mistakes sent home early instead of having to stay until tonight? Lily supposed they'd never know. Who could understand the motivations of their captors?
She ran her fingertip along Balthazar's name in the registry. Would he still be in the one in the lobby tomorrow? Would James? Would Severus? Part of her hoped James was sent home, but since they'd all decided 'sent home' was equivalent to 'get killed' ... maybe she shouldn't wish that. She did honestly wish he would be returned, and she felt awful for it. But the James here ... he wasn't her James. He wasn't the James she loved. He was the James that was too immature. The James who hadn't grown up. The James she hadn't told she was ... sort of seeing someone here. She couldn't really go any further with that until she'd had a talk with James, and ... she didn't want to. She didn't want to tell him that he'd "won" her and she couldn't ... wouldn't be with him now.
Setting the papers aside, Lily rose and slipped out of her shirt and skirt. She knew that she was being observed, but she'd long since stopped caring. They'd seen everything anyway, and she wasn't going to hide in the bathroom every time she changed. For all she knew, they had cameras in there, too.
Dressing in a short blue nighty, she crossed to the dresser to retrieve her hairbrush from on top of it. Brushing out her hair, she tried not to think about tomorrow. About who'd be missing. About the possibility she might be here completely alone again. That wasn't likely, of course, but it didn't mean it wasn't a possibility.
Once her hair was smoothed out, Lily set the brush aside and crossed to her bed. Clicking out the light, she climbed under the covers, resting her head on the pillow. She never smelled the chemical she was being drugged with. She didn't feel the prick of the needle they used to push her deeper under. She didn't feel it when she was lifted from the bed and carried through a door she never knew existed ...