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Lily Evans (just_lily) wrote in silverage,

She had to agree enough people she'd met at least seemed to know what it was when she mentioned it, so she nodded slightly. "Maybe I'll have to track down some of the articles and see what they say," she murmured thoughtfully.

"I'm not sure what I've accepted and what I haven't," she confessed. "I still keep hoping to wake up back in my own bed, in my own flat. It hasn't happened yet, but that doesn't mean it won't, right?" She smirked slightly in response to what she thought about an answer to that question. She didn't think it would happen that way. Not really.

She did listen to Susan talk about her home, though some of it didn't entirely make sense to her. Like lesser gods, and death. So she decided to leave that be, unless it came up again in a place she'd feel comfortable prying.

"Both. I'm from London, fourteen years into the future," she replied, and it felt so nice to be able to just say that to someone. "I didn't ... we'd just finished school, and I was working with ... something like a vigilante group. We were at war with some ... some dark wizards," she said. Susan had already mentioned magic, so clearly she was familiar with the idea of it and Lily was comfortable with the risk of mentioning it. Granted, that was a highly simplified version of the truth, but there it was.

"I was just...I was engaged, and we were meant to get married in February. It was December in my world when I came into this world's July." She laughed quietly. "I was supposed to turn nineteen in January, and now I don't know what age I should count myself." She glanced up to her. "What do you think of teaching? I had toyed with the idea ... things to do after the war. Teaching was something I was considering."