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Lily Evans (just_lily) wrote in silverage,

Lily shook her head slightly. "He was never my friend. He was a hanger-on and a glory-hound, popular by association, but he was no friend to me." Maybe things changed in the years after, but she'd certainly never taken to him in school. Something about him had always struck her as shifty, and she really wondered about the magnitude of argument they must have used to get her to consent to Peter holding their lives in his hands.

She took Remus' hands in her own. "Stop beating yourself up, love. I'm sure ... you did everything you reasonably could to ensure our safety. It isn't your fault that Peter told him where to find us. It isn't your fault that Peter did what he did. Besides, it won't happen anyway. Now that we know, when we go back, we'll mend it. All of it." She squeezed his hands gently, gazing at him.

Since she didn't honestly think either of them was in a place to contribute anything to the meeting, she wondered if they shouldn't just head out, but ... well, it was public space and she wasn't inclined to move just then.

"He'll be here," she said quietly to Remus. "James will come. He wouldn't miss out on an adventure like this," she insisted, though every day that went by without him being here made her hope fade a little more. She wanted him to be here, but she wasn't sure he ever would be. She thought of him being home, being dead, and she felt her stomach twist uncomfortably, and she tightened her grip on Remus' hands. "He'll be here," she insisted again.