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Lily Evans (just_lily) wrote in silverage,

Lily nodded again as Susan spoke. She'd tried a few things herself to try to get home, but nothing had worked. Attempting to apparate out had hurt, so she hadn't tried it since -- not even to move within the apparently acceptable confines. She thought she might try it again some day, but there was no real need to; the Muggles had a decent public transport system here. "I hope they discover one, and soon."

She nodded. "One ... Voldemort. He was attempting to purify the blood. Killing off magical people born of non-magical parents. People like me," Lily clarified. "He had a host of followers, masked every time they attacked so you never knew who they were. Could be your neighbor, for all that. We had suspicions, of course, and I'm sure a few people even had proof of identities. The Ministry ... meant well, I'm sure, but they didn't engage. Not really. They tried to send out fliers and whatnot, ways to defend yourself, but there are some thing that can't be defended against. Unforgivable curses," she said. "There's no way to stop those, and the Death Eaters -- that's what he called his followers, or they called themselves, I don't know -- they were fans of those sorts of spells.

"So, yes. There were some witches and wizards that opposed the Ministry's lack of action, and I was invited in. Me, and James, and Sirius, and some of our other friends." She bit down on her lower lip, and she thought she'd give just about anything to see any of them again. Especially James, but she'd accept any of the others, and gladly.

She shook her head to Susan's question. "No. I don't think so, anyway. The one person who is here from my home said he wasn't. Surprised he even took the time to do that," she added with a wry smile. "He's not ... he's not someone who'd consider me a friend." She glanced up to the woman. "I'm sorry to hear your friend isn't here. You'd think if they're going to suck us into some strange world, they'd at least do us the courtesy of bringing a friend along for us."

Her brows elevated at the description of teaching, a little smile lifting one half of her mouth. "Why should it make you unsuitable?"