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Lily Evans (just_lily) wrote in silverage,
@ 2011-07-30 12:45:00

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!log, lily evans, neville longbottom

Lunch Meetings
Who: Lily, Neville
What: Meeting, chatting, swapping stories
When: Noon, Saturday
Where: Welcome Center Cafeteria
Rating: Low, probably
Status: --

With the prospect of a steady pay check, Lily had felt comfortable splurging a little. That, and the fact that she was going to need things to wear to work that were appropriate ... well, it had seemed a shopping trip was in order. Between thrift stores and discount racks, she'd managed to compile a wardrobe that would do for the next couple of weeks, at least, until she could afford to diversify a bit.

It amused her a little to wonder ... if these fashions were out of date but still somewhat familiar to her, what must it be like for the people from further along the timeline.

After she'd put all her clothes away in her room, she'd showered and dressed in the clothes she'd arrived in since she didn't plan on leaving the building. They were a little anachronistic, but they were more comfortable, and she valued comfort over making an impression on the people she was temporarily living with.

At noon, she made her way down to the cafeteria, belatedly realizing she didn't actually know what the person she was looking for looked like. Still, if he knew who she was, he'd have an idea of what she looked like. Standing near the door, Lily cocked her head as she looked over the others present to see if she could pick out Neville from the people already there.

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just_lily
2011-08-01 05:47 am UTC (link)

So little of it made concrete sense to her, and Lily couldn't imagine a more in-depth explanation leading to anything but more questions. Difficult as it was, she wouldn't ask. Asking one would lead to others, and if her memory was intact when they got home ... she'd no doubt change everything for a happier ending.

So she nodded and smiled and took her tea when he returned. "I still can't imagine him teaching," Lily confessed quietly. "He never struck me as the sort to want to. I'd imagined he'd find a career in potions where he could just ... do his own thing in a dark room somewhere. Not ... mold the minds of future generations." She was certain there was a story behind that, but she wasn't sure if asking would lead down a bad path.

"I could see myself teaching," she reflected. "Potions or charms, likely. With the war and everything, I really hadn't considered too much what I wanted to do after."

She sighed softly before she took a sip of her tea. "So," she said. "Your parents." Because speaking about the past was safer than delving into the future. "What would you like to know?"

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