✪ petal one [accidental video]

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[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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[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.

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[James cautiously puts an arm around Lily]

We'll get through this. I promise.

[stillpursued.livejournal.com]

[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?

[its-notbragging.livejournal.com]

[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.