Lily Evans (emerald_fire) wrote in ridgewayresort, @ 2010-08-07 09:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, severus snape |
Dinner is Served
Who: Lily, Sev
When: Dinner time Saturday
Where: her cabin
What: Dinner!
Status: complete
She'd spent most of yesterday just thinking, like she knew she would. She alternated between numbness, depression, seething rage, pained resignation, and a few layers in between. Head and heart, logic and emotion, warred for most of the day, resulting in several near-misses with with the horses' hooves and her feet. It was her fault, entirely; she was only half-there most of the day.
Still, she had messaged him on the network to let him know what time to come over, and when she wasn't thinking about what he'd said, she was thinking about what to serve for dinner. She finally settled on spaghetti with a salad and bread. It was fairly simple and easy to make and it tasted good, so really, that covered all the bases for dinner.
While she still hadn't exactly decided what she really thought about ... everything he'd told her, she supposed that in the here and now, it didn't matter as much as it would back home. He'd at least been trying to do the right thing, to survive as well as he could. She did have to concede to the point that he probably really couldn't have just walked out of the Death Eaters once he'd gotten in as deep as he had. They very likely would have hunted him down and killed him, so he had to do what he had to do, even if she didn't like the idea of it. She also had to peek at him without her rose-colored glasses on, and see him for the man he was. To acknowledge he had flaws, had made mistakes, but in the end he'd come through ... and that was what was important, right?
She still didn't know exactly what to think about the part he'd played in bringing about her demise. He hadn't meant for her to die, and he'd tried to stop it, but at the same time, he would have been partly responsible for someone else's death that he wouldn't have tried to stop, simply because he was trying to be a good soldier. It was confusing because she didn't want to think bad things of him, though he'd done bad things. She couldn't exactly ignore them completely, but she could at the very least kind of ... acknowledge them and shuffle them to the back of her mind while they were here.
Because they were here, and trapped, and she'd decided it wasn't simply familiarity that incited the urge to be his friend. She really did want to be friends again with him.
So it was that when dinner time rolled around Lily was in the kitchen with a pot of boiling water, a pan of sauce, a large bowl of salad, bread baking in the oven, and a bottle of red wine. She had no idea where her cabinmates were, and she rather hoped she didn't get fussed at for having a guest in the kitchen, but it wasn't as though she'd seen them to ask if it was all right. She supposed it shouldn't matter, but some people were weird about their personal spaces.
Just before seven, she had everything ready to be served, some of it kept warm (or cool) with a charm as she waited for Severus to show up.