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✪ petal one [accidental video]

[Have a Lily Evans, seated on the edge of her bed, staring blankly at the wall. Her mouth opens and closes every so often, as if she's talking to herself, but there's no sound. Perhaps she's just whispering, or not talking at all. Regardless, she's noticeably confused, and who could blame her? She doesn't know where she is, or why she's here-- the last thing she remembers is drinking a glass of pumpkin juice at breakfast and heading off to Charms. But she doesn't remember getting to Charms, and that's what's terrifying. Was she kidnapped? Drugged? Is this just one long, vivid, hallucination-slash-dream that she can't shake herself out of?]

I wish I could wake up.

[She rubs her arm absent-mindedly before turning to pull her (surprisingly heavy) knapsack onto her lap. Outfitted with an expansion charm, it's got more than she remembered tucked inside. Lily pulls out a worn-looking scarlet jumper and tucks it to her chest. Nope, you can't know what it says... at least not yet.]

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Now I'm quite serious when I say that if Sirius and I did all this

[He gestures around him]

I'd be giddy and gladly take credit for it. I don't think it'd be some kind of magic pill though. Maybe a Port Key of some kind, a Port Key that takes you somewhere that isn't in our world. Anyway, I didn't come up with this or take you here.

Okay, fine, we'll pretend you didn't do it. [She accepts this. There's no way James and Sirius could have made an entirely different world, or bring in people that they've never met. It doesn't make sense. But she won't let him off the hook that easily.]

But where are we? I'm saying we because I'm assuming you're here too, though I don't even know where "here" is or where you are in comparison to me or... anything.

[softly] I wonder if anyone at Hogwarts misses us.

I didn't! We're in some weird alternate dimension of the multiverse! I've been gathering up all the information I can since I got here but...all I know is that this world, this is sort of a hub and it's sort of new. We've been calling it the Mansion, or the Mansion depending. And it changes, and it's not random either. There's an Author. And she controls all of this.

[at this last part he looks solemn, his face falling]

You tell me. I've been here for months.

[Lily is blatantly ignoring everything he's saying because for one, it just sounds crazy and two, because she really doesn't want any of this to be real. It's just too scary. But there's a waver in her voice and the tiniest bit of fear in her eyes when she does speak.]

I almost wish this was your fault.. just so that I'd know it'd eventually be over.

Lily.

[James looks a little crestfallen]

Where are you? I'll come join you in a second.

[She looks around the room for some kind of an answer.]

I'm.. not sure. A room? A bedroom. I think it's supposed to be mine? [Lily would really like some company, actually.]

I'll come find you.

[the video goes off but within 30 seconds there's a knock on the door. That was easier than he thought it would be.]

[Lily doesn't particularly want to get up. She's still feeling a bit on the lazy side from all her melancholy, and this new place isn't exactly cheerful enough to prompt her to be active. But she really doesn't know how to be rude, so she gets up and opens the door. The familiar face on the other side is a pleasant surprise.]

...and find me you did. Do you want to come in?

[James smiles and nods. He does most definitely want to come in. He enters slowly, carefully, as if he's afraid of being thrown out.]

My room's right next door it turns out, must be fate.

[But there's something sort of sheepish about the grin he gives her.]

[Her immediate reaction is simply to stare at him. Of course he would be right next door. That would only make it easier for him to bother her at any time of night with.. whatever it is he does in the middle of the night. As Lily's thoughts get ahead of her (as they so often do) she can't help but blush. Why is she thinking of that?!]

I.. of course you are, Potter. That would only make sense. Um. [She looks at the room, which conspicuously lacks an armchair for her to read in (she'll have to let that go for now, as she doesn't even have many books) and the only space to sit is the bed. Or the floor, but Lily's not quite that mean.] So how long have you been here for?

[James touches the bed before sitting down. His mind is going mad, he is in Lily Evans's room, he is going to sit on her bed, she has him in there as a guest! But, he's also upset that she's stuck here just like he is. No idea where he is and no real hope of going home. He sits down on the bed and gives her a smile. Then his face screws up in concentration]

Oh bloody Hell... since, I dunno.

[He pulls out his Blackberry which displays the date but not the year. September 12 flashes back at him]

Since June by this things mark, so twelve or thirteen weeks. I stopped counting after a while.

But you saw me this morning, right?

[The idea of being here for weeks, even months, makes Lily choke up a little bit. She's already beginning to miss certain things about home-- the particular smell of the four-posters, the cool texture of her bedspread, the books and fresh parchment Madam Pince used to keep for her in the library. Sure, the room is a decent replica of her room at Hogwarts, but it's just not the same.]

That long... of course I saw you, you had been joking with.. [She swallows, shaking her head. She doesn't want to cry.] With Black about something stupid, and Remus had been trying to talk you out of it. And you told me you'd save me a seat in Charms, and... and I never even made it to Charms.

[James cautiously puts an arm around Lily]

We'll get through this. I promise.

[She stiffens a bit at the touch, mainly because it's just bizarre to have James Potter wrapping an arm around her, but she doesn't move away. After a few moments, Lily relaxes and leans her head against his shoulder. She's just tired. Don't think she's doing it for any special reasons.]

Do you think we'll ever get home?

[And no he's not lying when he says this it's his usual optimism and big headedness. They will go home and he will figure out how.]

We'll get home, I promise.

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✪ petal one [accidental video]

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