Lily Luna Potter (lil_lu) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-10-08 22:44:00 |
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Who: Lily Luna Potter (Open to Weir Residents)
When: Backdated to a day or two after Al's death
Where: Her room in the Weir
Rating: S for Sadness.
All her life Lily had heard the stories about the people lost, the people killed, the senseless deaths that had occurred far before her time. And as much as the stories had stayed with her through the years her own life was blissfully free of the loss and pain of her parents. Until now. Now though she felt like the world had been pulled out from under her and there was nothing she could see in sight that would make it right again. Al, her brother, her touchstone, the one that kept her sane and out of trouble, the one who taught her to love reading, who gave her a zest for knowledge was gone. She could handle losing James, sure it hurt like hell too, but at least she knew he had gone home. But this was so very different. This was dead. This was gone and never coming back.
Tears blurring her vision she tapped her wand to the Maraurder's Map that had been passed to her by James yet again. "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good," she mumbled out between silent sobs that racked her thin frame. And yet again the map seemed to start to reveal itself but then fizzled out just as quick. Lily could only assume that it was something to do with how this bloody city worked, the same way owls returned with their letters unsent. It was silly but she was somehow convinced that if she could just get the bloody thing to work then she would see footsteps marked Albus Potter running around the Castle like it should be. Again she tapped, again mustering the words around her body threatening hysterics and again she was denied.
She tossed the map aside though it only seemed to flutter away and did not fall with a crash that would have been so satisfying at the moment. Lily hugged her knees to her chest where she sat with her back to her bed. She hoped that maybe if she pulled herself tight enough then it would fill that hole that seemed to be eating her alive.