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Lily Evans ([info]just_lily) wrote in [info]silverage,
Lily flushed slightly, her lips pursing at the chastisement, gentle though it was. She very badly wanted to tell him that her life was in danger nearly every day and she'd never before let that dictate what she did and where she went. She took reasonable precautions, of course, but she didn't hide. She also figured telling him that she could handle herself just fine would come off as cocksure arrogance -- which, it may well be. She didn't know the threats here. The ones in her world, yes, she knew those well, but she didn't know everything about this place.

So she had to concede that he at least had a point with that. It was a reluctant concession, but one she made all the same. "Depends on the part of England, but we've our own breed of crime where I live. But I see your point, and I agree to your terms. I'll be more careful about asking strange men who seem perfectly nice to escort me in broad daylight." There was the tiniest edge to her words, but only because she didn't like being told to be careful. She had enough of that at home, and she knew James and Sirius and Remus meant well enough, but she was tired of it.

"When are you free?" she pressed, eager to slide away from the topic of her disregard for her own safety.


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