✪ petal one [accidental video]

[stillpursued.livejournal.com]

[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.]

Comments

[stillpursued.livejournal.com]

I am slowly reaching that conclusion.

[brothercumface.livejournal.com]

You're stuck here. Welcome to hell.

[stillpursued.livejournal.com]

It is my intention to at least make something of my stay here. Even if it is... less than desired. [Permanently positive. Huh.]

[brothercumface.livejournal.com]

Make something of your stay? [she snorts. loudly.] That's not very likely, carrot top.

[stillpursued.livejournal.com]

My name is Lily, not carrot top, and I do not plan on sitting around and hating my fate. That accomplishes nothing.

[brothercumface.livejournal.com]

...Right. Whatever you say, ginger. You're stuck here and no amount of peppy, happy go lucky, shit running through your head is going to get you out of here any quicker.

[stillpursued.livejournal.com]

Maybe not. But at least I'll be entertained while I'm here.

[brothercumface.livejournal.com]

Tch. If you want to call it entertained. Sure.