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Lily Evans (just_lily) wrote in silverage,

"Ask ... ask them. Who is them?" She exhaled softly before she glanced to the waiter as he arrived. "Same," she echoed. It seemed easier than trying to get a proper tea here, and she was afraid she'd snap at the poor bloke if he had any questions for her.

She ran her fingers through her hair before she shook her head. This was a nightmare, and James had to be going mad. If he'd noticed. She hadn't mentioned when she planned to be home, but he was also fairly good about checking in on her, and if he hadn't noticed by now, he would soon. She just hoped he didn't do anything rash.

"So what are we supposed to do?" She pressed, dark eyes shifting back to him after the waiter had departed. "I ... if we can't get home, then we're stuck here. I don't have any idea where to go, where to live, and how to pay for it all. What money I have is ..." She hesitated. "British," she settled on, which was true. She did have a few Muggle bills for when she went shopping on that side of things, but she mostly had sickles and knuts with a few galleons because James insisted.