lily evans (ungilded) wrote in loremrpg, @ 2011-04-11 04:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | !incomplete, dorcas meadowes, hestia jones, kira fenwick, lily evans |
Characters: Lily Evans, Kira Fenwick, Dorcas Meadowes, and Hestia Jones
Setting: Monday, October 11th, sixth floor, the secret room behind the bookshelf in classroom ten
Content: NSFW for foul language
Summary: Lily is crying and she needs her mates!
Lily had not been expecting James to break up with her over a journal entry on Monday when she opened her journal. She was expecting the usual talk of the ball, maybe James and Sirius sparring back and forth verbally against some Slytherin, showing that everything was sorted-but not this. When she read those words, his suggestion that they "cool things off", the first thing that happened to Lily was anger. She felt a swell of rage and responded accordingly, telling him precisely what she thought about his suggestion.
After her anger subsided, though, Lily was overcome with a wave of intense emotions, and she immediately began to cry. She knew she had to get out of the common room, so she grabbed her things in a hurry and ran, aimlessly, until her feet brought her to the secret room she and her mates had used for a sleepover more than once. She selected the correct book to open the bookcase and immediately closed it behind her, collapsing on the small, squashy purple sofa and not even bothering to light the fire. The room was fairly small and low-ceilinged, but there was a sofa, a pouffe, and an armchair, all purple with gold trim, as well as a small, simple fireplace. Just enough room, all told.
Lily just cried for several moments, arms wrapped tightly around herself, sobs wrenching her entire body. She felt nauseous, overcome with betrayal and hurt. Finally, after almost ten minutes of straight crying, Lily opened her journal to write an entry begging her mates to come help her, but then she was faced with a fresh wave of tears when she saw James' ward again. She forced herself to write the entry through it, then kept the journal sitting on her lap to respond to the inevitable questions as best she could. Lily was digging the nails of her right hand into her upper left arm hard enough to draw pinpricks of blood, body still shaking with silent sobs and tears streaming down her face as she sat staring through the journal rather than at it.