Lily Evans (just_lily) wrote in silverage, @ 2011-07-22 06:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, lee scoresby, lily evans |
This Wasn't Right
Who: Lily, Lee
What: Arriving
When: Friday morning
Where: outside somewhere
Rating: Low, likely
Status: Complete
Caution was the watchword she lived her life by in these times. It wasn't unheard of for Death Eaters to engage wayward witches and wizards who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, so she'd taken to carefully apparating from point A to point B when she needed to get somewhere that wasn't in the Floo network. It was also fairly well impossible to tell at a glance who was a Death Eater and who wasn't, though some were more suspect than others. It was the ones that weren't obvious that one had to look out for. She thought there was a fair irony in that sentiment, and Lily abhorred the 'trust no one' mentality she had to live by. She was a generally trusting sort, and being wary of strangers didn't suit her. It was keeping her alive though, so she couldn't argue the logic of it, much as she may want to. That said, Lily was more than a little surprise when she had every intention of apparating into her flat only to find herself ... well, somewhere that very definitely was not her flat. What was more surprising was the fact that several Muggles had seen it happen, and apparently thought little of it. It took her a moment -- and she blamed the sudden disorientation for it -- to realize that they looked a bit ... out of date. Clutching her wand by her side, Lily turned a slow circle as she tried to add up the pieces into something resembling a complete picture. No picture she could make made sense though. How often did apparation accidents like this happen? She knew splinching could happen, but to wind up somewhere completely off from where you intended? This place didn't look like anywhere she was familiar with, and the clothes were definitely out of date, by at least a decade. She gave some thought to attempting to apparate back, but she was scared what might happen if she tried alone, so obviously the answer was to summon James' aid. Retreating to a secluded spot, she tried to dredge up some happy thoughts -- more difficult given her extreme confusion and the panic she wasn't allowing to surface -- to create her patronus. She wasn't great at the message ones yet, but she reasoned that her doe saying help would be enough to at least catch James' attention. And then what, though? He wouldn't know where to go, and she didn't know where she was to tell him where to go. Scraping that plan with a noise of frustration, Lily stalked to see if she could find some sort of location identification. There were street signs with names that meant nothing to her, and she was starting to think that she wasn't anywhere in England anymore, which was disturbing on any number of levels. Out of ideas and with not enough solid information to make a decent plan, Lily scowled. Well, if she started walking, she was bound to end up somewhere, right? Maybe she could find some sort of city authority or town hall or something that could give her a clue. Barring that, maybe she'd find a kindly stranger who could take one look at her and realize she was lost and upset and help her out. Either way, it was better than standing around ... and so her adventure began. |