lily luna potter (fancily) wrote in platform_zero, @ 2016-08-26 23:47:00 |
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The beach had been Lily's idea -- proposed accidentally, via an idle thought she had hardly realised was floating about in her head. Being trapped inside Hermione's body over the past few days had sharpened some of her senses, she thought, made her aware of just how much she thought, and how easily she could slip in and out of daydreams, stirred back only by her aunt's gentle mental nudging. She had been thinking without really thinking, remembering the beaches along the coast of Devon that the Weasleys and Potters visited whenever the weather was nice, imagining sand crunching beneath her toes and the taste of half melted ninety nines, when Hermione had offered her control, allowing Lily to take them both there. The island's beaches weren't exactly Devon: they were bright and paradisaical, not rain spattered and wind-swept, but Lily relished the sensations all the same.
That was the worst part about losing your body -- the feeling of paralysis. All in all, she was probably incredibly lucky to be stuck with Hermione, who had so far been attentive to her niece's agitated state and allowed her to take control and speak via the journals, but that didn't make up for everything that she was missing. Using somebody else's body felt downright wrong, and she longed for the familiarity of her own, even the parts she usually hated like the strand of hair that would never stay tucked behind her right ear -- even her height, although she doubted she would be appreciative of it for long once things were put right. Even when she did have control in this body her movements still felt clumsy and slow, like trying to walk underwater. As generous as Hermione was, Lily couldn't shake the feeling of being stuck and, as a result, her thoughts had become more restless than ever.
Cheers. For letting me write in the journals and stuff. And walk and… everything. Must be weird letting somebody else use your body.
Despite attempting to sound positive and thankful, Lily couldn't stop the wave of awkwardness that seeped through her head, colouring her thoughts. These past few days had just felt like one wave of awkward after another -- mostly coming from Lily, her being easily the most immature of the pair, although with all their various emotions banging about, she couldn't tell whether or not her aunt was supplying some of it too.
Things might have been a little easier had Lily not been attempting to stop so many various thoughts from swelling to the surface. Had she been stuck with any of her cousins, she would have been much more relaxed about the whole thing, might even have considered it amusing depending on which one she was with. But sharing with an aunt, an uncle, her parents -- any sort of older, responsible figure within her family? That was a different ball game. Waking up in her aunt's body had immediately filled her with a sense of dread, causing her to worry that all the things she had neglected to tell Harry, all the worries she had brought with her here from her own time -- the goddamn article, the story about her and that girl, just how badly she had crashed out of Hogwarts -- would be steadily revealed. Her trepidation had sat in her stomach for the past few days, twisting nervously, although she had managed to carefully disguise it as unease over the whole body sharing situation and, for the most part, had succeeded in just not thinking about all the things she didn't want Hermione to know. Nonetheless, she wasn't superhuman; flashes had slipped through. Were slipping through, as Lily sat their shared body down on the sand and let her mind wonder, exposing them both to brief glimpses of her memories: a set of grades stamped on fresh parchment, the sensation of lips, soft and full, against her own, the flash of a camera in her face and Skeeter's voice, high and simpering.
Oh -- I. Shit. Sorry, ignore that I'm just, uh, day dreaming again, Lily thought quickly, her mental message hasty and unconvincing, attempting to patch over anything Hermione might have seen. Apparently even purposefully trying not to think about it had led her to do precisely that.
Suffice to say, this whole ordeal was giving her a killer headache.