Lily Evans [ HP ] (ex_spring_fl387) wrote in muddled_magic, @ 2009-01-01 01:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | 09 1976, @hogwarts, fabian prewett, lily evans |
September 2, 1976 - Reflecting
Who: Lily, Fabian
Where: The lake
When: Lunch time
Rating: PG
Status: Closed, completed
Summary: While reflecting by the lake, Lily is approached by Fabian who is - supposedly - there to catch lunch for Gideon after losing a bet. He and Lily chat a bit before he decides to try to bring Lily in to Gideon in place of a fish in the hopes that she'll buy his freedom. All in good fun, of course.
She didn't think she was the self-tormenting sort. She'd never been before, so why was it that, when she should have been settling into the Great Hall with her housemates for lunch, she found herself back out by the lake?
She knew why, of course. She'd had the entire summer to forget, and yet ... here she was all the same - trying to dredge up the memories. To find out where everything went wrong. Why everything went wrong.
Though she wouldn't admit it aloud or on paper - and barely to herself - she'd missed him over the summer. She'd argued with herself time and again that she was overreacting, but that felt like a lie to her.
No, she was reacting just right. The Dark Lord and his death eaters killed her sorts. Made a game of it. Those without wizarding parents were nothing but a plague to be eliminated.
And if Sev thought of her like that, even for a second, then she was doing the right thing.
Slipping off her shoes, socks, and robes so they wouldn't get wet, Lily moved in just her uniform to the water. It was warm from a summer in the sun, and a little smile pulled at her lips. A gust of wind fluttered the pleated skirt against her thighs, and she closed her eyes as the same wind pulled her hair across her face. She laughed quietly at the way it tickled, and she held out her arms to let it wash over her. Turning to face the wind, reasoning the gust would fade soon, she let it blow her hair back.
The smile remained on her lips even as the wind faded and died, and she let her arms fall to her sides. She could reclaim this place, she thought. Chase away the bad memories, replace them with happier ones. Ones that didn't involve the loss of a friendship, the slipping of a friend into darkness.
Lily remained as she was for a moment, gazing toward the pair of trees where it had happened. She closed her eyes and let the memory play over her mind again. James, being cruel, his friends cheering him on. Severus, dangling in the air. That awful word aimed at her. Her heart trembling and cracking. Her own retort, born of anger, of hurt, of betrayal.
She wished it hadn't happened ... but it had. Lily sighed quietly, starting slowly out of the lake. She'd have to dry off a bit before she put her socks back on, so she stretched out on the grass, her arms splayed above her head.