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Lily Evans ([info]just_lily) wrote in [info]silverage,
Lily didn't think this was panicking, but she supposed to someone who hadn't seen her in an all-out temper, it might seem that way. Or maybe she didn't want to think it was, because if she was outwardly panicking, cracking wasn't far behind. She just wanted James to know she was safe, to not worry, and to not do anything ridiculous.

But even if she could manage to shoot off a patronus ... she couldn't make it cross time. She had to accept then that she couldn't do anything about home right now, so it was best to try to put it from her mind.

Easier said than done, of course, but she'd try, at least. The bulletin board sounded like something out of her world. Or like something James and Sirius would invent. Or likely had. Not here, of course, but she had no doubt they had something like it in her own time. Her own reality.

She was extremely reluctant to lean on strangers for aid, but she'd always had a wildly independent streak. Still again, reality was what it was. She was poor and homeless and until she turned that around, she had to accept help. Her lips pursed as her expression twisted slightly to one of extreme displeasure, but whatever had to be done, she'd do. What choice did she have, after all?

"Suppose I'll look into that then," she said stiffly, her tone and expression making it clear enough that wasn't going to be her preferred method of handling this. She did try to soften her expression so he wouldn't think she was upset with him. It was -- again -- hardly his fault she was somehow in this mess.


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