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Lily Evans (just_lily) wrote in silverage,

"No," Lily repeated, but she hadn't come up with her brilliant (or even passable) lie yet. "He's ... he's ..." she made a gesture with one hand as she tried to drum up something passable that wasn't 'he's dead' -- which was not passable at all, nor anything she wanted to even consider. "In England," she managed. "Working." That bit was a lie, and her eyes flicked down as she bit at her lower lip. James didn't work, because he didn't have to. He had his inheritance, though she supposed what he did for the Order could be considered work, of a sort.

"Of course," she replied with a nod. "I ... well, it isn't the most brilliant thing, to be wandering about alone at night. Even if I knew the place well." She didn't even go out alone at night at home, though that was when the Death Eaters like to be most active.

She wondered if she should leave him to his work and get on with her own, but she was enjoying the conversation and she supposed if he was tired of it, he'd indicate as much. "Do you go there often? To the park? Is there anything especially interesting I should keep an eye out for?"