Lily Evans (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} just_lily) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} silverage, |
"I ... well, I'm not much for gossip. It never goes anywhere good, and you know the woman that's catting about someone else to you is talking about you to them, and I'd rather not engage. There ... were enough gossip-spawned issues in school and I'd just as soon not carry that into the adult working world." Granted, most of the sniping and snarking was because of her blood status, and most of it came from Slytherins, but there was gossip and rumors and plenty of both. "I have ... little reason to be talking about anything near either of them," she added. Especially Draper, but she didn't feel it prudent to unleash that here. To Sirius and Remus, and maybe someday Severus, yes, but in the office where they both worked? It just seemed a bit like shooting herself in the foot.
It occurred to her then she still hadn't invented a story. There'd been Sirius' arrival, the story of her death, then trying to hunt up a flat, and she'd gotten a bit caught up in it all. "Traveling," she said awkwardly, realizing too late that didn't really fit with the whole getting a job thing. The corners of her eyes tightened slightly as she winced a little. "I was traveling," she clarified. "Then decided I liked the city so much that I'd stay for a bit, but of course that meant finding a job, and ... here I am," she finished lamely.
Yes, all right, this was going brilliantly, wasn't it? It would be so much easier if she could just say she was a witch from 1978 and have that receive nothing but nods, smiles, and 'oh all right then's. She doubted people would so readily accept that though, and Lily offered a half shrug and a half smile, hoping her eyes didn't look too panicked but afraid they did.