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Lily Evans (just_lily) wrote in silverage,
@ 2011-08-26 19:50:00

Entry tags:

!log, lily evans, locke cole

Quiet
Who: Lily, Locke
What: seeking quiet
When: Evening
Where: a small bookstore/cafe
Rating: Low
Status: Complete

Maybe she was just going crazy, but she thought there was some sort of underlying tension in the flat. It wasn't anything she could pinpoint which is why she thought she was probably imagining it. Maybe it was her, projecting. She was still dealing with issues from last weekend that she hadn't really spoken to anyone about.

She was probably overthinking it, at any rate.

Either way, she wasn't interested in hanging around the house. The library wasn't open after work though, which shot down that plan. Still, she'd searched around and managed to find a smallish, quiet cafe with a little stage. People were reciting poetry or telling stories, and some were browsing the small selection of books. Lily had purchased one and settled at a quiet table with a hot chocolate and a muffin.

She intended to spend most of her evening here, or places like it, and she didn't think the odds were good of encountering anyone she knew. Still, she kept glancing up to the door now and again just in case someone who looked interesting came in.

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just_lily
2011-08-30 02:53 am UTC (link)

"Isn't the point of the board for people to read the messages?" she prompted. "I read everything I see on it," she added. There was one down in the lobby of their apartment complex, and she checked it before and after work. "I wouldn't put up anything there if I minded people reading it." Which wasn't strictly true. There'd been a couple of rows she should have pulled down, and the announcement of her death shouldn't have stayed up there, but ... well. There it was. They were probably well buried by now.

She smiled sadly when he asked why she asked. "One of my mates comes from a point a few years after mine." She paused. "I'm dead in his time. My husband and I were both murdered on Halloween night in 1981. I'm really interested in that not happening to me. I don't want to orphan my son. I want to live to have more children, to live my life. I don't want to go like that. If I have to go early, fine, but not like that. Not betrayed. Not killed in my own home."

Lily glanced toward the stage, letting herself focus on it for a long moment before she thought she'd regained her composure. "Your place sounds lovely though," she said quietly as she slowly turned her gaze back to Locke.

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lockecole
2011-08-30 03:10 am UTC (link)

Locke was stunned to silence when he heard that this person he was talking to was, technically, apparently dead, but that she just came from a time where she was still alive. This was bizarre.

"I, I'm sorry," was the first thing he said, the first thing that popped in his head to say because really, he didn't know what else he could say! This person he was talking to had just died!

He cleared his throat as he reigned all his thoughts together. Lily was dead...apparently...but she was also still alive. "Well, you can't let that happen, that's for sure!" at this, he strongly agreed with her convictions. "You know what's gonna happen now, so you can stop it! After all, no son should be raised without a parent!" Now he was just rambling. He was raised without his and he turned out pretty fine, he thought.

"Err...if you don't mind my asking..." he whispered to Lily: "How'd it happen?"

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just_lily
2011-08-30 03:23 am UTC (link)

She exhaled softly. Emerald eyes swept around the area, and she toyed lightly with her mug before she shook her head. "It's complicated," she began. She imagined there'd be a couple of pauses for clarification, but it wasn't like she had anything against telling the story to someone else displaced from their own world.

"From what my friend told me ..." She frowned, because she'd have to go farther back than that. Maybe not all the way to her blood status because that wasn't relevant, but the war. "Well, all right, sliding back before that. The place where I'm from is at war. There's a sect of dark wizards, mostly purebloods, but anyone who believes in the filth Voldemort is spouting is supporting him.

"There's another group opposing him. Mostly underground, because flouting that we're against him is dangerous. He's out to take over the world, kill off all the non-magical sorts, the people of lesser blood, and we're doing our level best to stop him." She paused to take a sip of her drink, though the hot chocolate wasn't hot any more.

"Apparently at some point someone comes up with a prophecy, and Voldemort decides the prophecy is about ... is about my son." Lily lapsed into silence for a moment, gazing down at the table. "So we go into hiding, and ..." She blinked, but wasn't surprised to see a tear landing on the table. "We put our lives into the hands of a man who betrays us. He sells us out. Voldemort finds us, and kills us. Somehow ... somehow my son survives," she whispered.

"So when we go back," she said after she'd cleared her throat and wiped the tears off her cheeks. "We're going to change it. To stop the prophecy, if we can, or ... or not put our trust in Peter, or ... or do whatever we have to." She'd delay Harry's birth if she could, if it would work that way. Anything, everything to make it not end that way.

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lockecole
2011-08-30 03:44 am UTC (link)

Locke was surprised to hear that her story was almost similar to his! Of an evil wizard trying to takeover the world for his own gain and an underground faction fighting to stop him from ruining all that was good. He slid over the wooden tissue holder when she began to cry, she had it hard. How many more similar stories are out there, he wondered?

"So you're a magi!" he said. "Or...well, someone with magic. Honestly, I don't know these people you told me about but I can see that you've only got the best intentions in your heart." And here, he smirked. "Nothing bad happens to people like us." Which wasn't entirely correct. A friend of his lost his family because of their rebellion, he lost someone important along the way, too, and so did many of his other friends -- but they turned out all right, didn't they? That should give her some comfort.

"Well, anyway, you're a mag--jical person," he should stop calling everyone magi, "you could just Warp out of your house when you get there! Or summon someone or," it occurred to him that they may not have Espers in their realm, "o, or just stay informed and fight and win!" There were many ways to elude death. "I'd totally come and help you if I can."

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just_lily
2011-08-30 03:49 am UTC (link)

"Witch," she corrected absently as she dried her cheeks with the tissue. "The boys are wizards. I'm not sure how common the terminology is across other ... realities. But yes, I have magic, and the people I live with have magic. My sister and my parents didn't though. So not ... everyone in our world is born with it. Most aren't."

Lily nodded. "I don't know ... the details. I don't know which of us goes first. I don't know what ... why we wouldn't have apparated out. It ... something must have happened that we couldn't." Or they'd gotten careless and didn't have their wands. Or were disarmed. It was impossible to say, though Lily had imagined a thousand scenarios. If things ever got that far, if they couldn't change anything before then, could she still save them?

"I appreciate the offer," she assured him softly before she exhaled. Look at her, bringing down the evening. She was sure he was sorry he'd met her. Driving off his friend, telling sad tales. What next?

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lockecole
2011-08-30 04:23 am UTC (link)

Locke, though, wasn't brought down. After everything he'd gone through, all the defeats and victories, deaths and ruins, he learned that hope and faith were the two things people should never be without. And as she was still alive and she could prepare now...it shouldn't be so bad, should it?

"Hey, Lily," Locke said so she could hear him, "Look alive, okay? Just because you're dead doesn't mean you're dead. Get me?" he winked at her.

"This probably doesn't matter to you," he said as he took up his cup to sip from, "And I don't know how exactly it could happen...but once upon a time, I lost the woman I loved," he began his tale. "Her name was Rachel, and she died when the Empire attacked my town, Kohlingen. I didn't think I'd be able to revive her but I knew I had to. So years later, I come upon this...relic," he shaped his hands as if he was holding an egg that was larger than a real one, "It's just about this size, and it came from the Phoenix. It was cracked all over, but I managed to use it to revive Rachel even just for a few moments." He ended his tale with a bit of a shrug. "So just imagine what would have happened if the ma-- the relic wasn't cracked all over? Rachel would've lived longer! So see, death isn't a certainty. There's got to be a way around it. More than one way, I'm sure."

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just_lily
2011-08-30 04:51 am UTC (link)

Lily smiled at the attempt, but she knew in her world, Death only went one way and there was no coming back from it. Not even for a little while. Well, apparently Voldemort had, but that had to do with splitting up his soul. No normal person came back.

"Well, I'm sure we'll work out a way to change it. A few of my friends are from that time, and they'll do what they can to help." Though she wondered if Sirius would go back to the same situation, or the changed one if they did manage to change it.

"I don't quite think phoenix eggs work that way for our world," she mused before she frowned. Were there even phoenix eggs? They must come from somewhere before they entered in their burn-and-rise cycle, but she hadn't ever studied that. "I know their songs are soothing and their tears can heal, but I don't know ... about their eggs."

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lockecole
2011-08-30 05:32 am UTC (link)

Actually, Locke didn't know anything about Phoenix eggs either but she didn't need to know about that. Besides, who was he to say that the eggs didn't exist? For a treasure hunter, everything exists.

"I'm sure your friends would," Locke said to agree with her as he slouched a little where he sat, getting comfortable. "So don't lose hope! Don't resign yourself to what someone said when you can do something about it. From what I know, the future will always change from what we know. You'll see." He smiled at her.

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just_lily
2011-08-30 01:32 pm UTC (link)

Lily nodded slightly, offering him a little smile before she tilted her head to regard the clock. She figured she should think about heading home soon before people worried. If people were even in to worry; for all she knew, they were all out. Even so, she was getting a little sleepy.

"I'm sure everything will work out," Lily replied, though she was sure of no such thing. There was every chance they wouldn't remember any of this when they went back, wasn't there? It wasn't anything she liked to think about, but that didn't make it impossible.

"I should probably head out," she said as she stretched before she started to gather up her trash. "It was lovely to meet you though, and you should say hi on the boards some time," she offered, emerald eyes sparkling.

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lockecole
2011-08-30 02:17 pm UTC (link)

"I'll do that when I remember to," Locke said as he waved to her from his seat. The night was still young, and he was in no pressing need to return to his inn. Besides, the pair up the stage seem to be doing a good job captivating the audience so he could try that, too. "Take care, Lily. And don't lose hope!" He made sure she heard this before she left as he followed her with his gaze. "Hope's the one thing you should never lose sight of, trust me."

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	just_lily 2011-08-30 02:27 pm UTC (link)
	"I'll try," she promised, which was the best she could do. "Have a good night," she replied to him before she tucked her book under one arm and headed out the door. It had been a relatively pleasant evening, and she did feel a little better about ... a few things, at least, and she guessed that was the most she could hope for just now. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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