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Lily Evans (just_lily) wrote in silverage,

"Well, you'd mentioned," Lily replied, a hint of an impish smile curving her lips. She did shift forward slightly to regard the sketch. "It's better than what I can do," she admitted. She doodled, shapes usually. Hearts, flowers, initials. James had gotten her doodling snitches, though she wasn't inclined to admit that to anyone. They likely had very different ideas of what a snitch was.

She nodded slightly, and she was only vaguely familiar with the name. She'd had little cause to pay attention to presidents over here, let alone ones from when she was four. She was glad for the clarification though; she wasn't sure she would have caught on otherwise. She would have guessed politics from the campaign bit, but that was likely as far as she would have guessed.

"Lily," she confirmed to his question. What did she do? She did magic, she fought a war and tried to live a normal life while people around her were dying every day. She shook her head and shrugged her shoulders. "This and that. I ... well, I am ... was ... am ... engaged and we're set to have a wedding in a few ... months." She lost momentum somewhere in the middle of that explanation, and a slightly pained expression contorted her features. Was she still engaged if her fiance was thousands of miles and fourteen years away? She supposed she was, and if he showed up here then they could carry on, business as usual, but what if he didn't? What if they were forever separated? Was she to remain engaged to a phantom?

Her brow furrowed, and for a moment she forgot she was speaking with someone as she completely lost herself in her thoughts before she shook out of them. "Looking for work, mostly," she continued as if she hadn't just created an awkward pause. "Then a place to live. Just settling in. The usual things."