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What have I become to you?; Lily and Severus
As always, it was difficult for Severus to pull away from the potion to register that there was an intruder in his workroom. Indeed, as he had been at a critical stage of the potion he had been brewing when the visitor arrived, he most likely would not have registered her presence if he hadnāt recognised her voice.
He didnāt believe his ears for a moment; surely it must be wishful thinking, stress actually bringing his own fantasies to life. But no. No. He looked up from his cauldron, and through the haze drifting from the surface of his cauldron, caught sight of almond eyes and dark red hair.
Lily.
How cool she seemed, how untroubled. But of course she was composed. She wasnāt the one who had to be ashamed; she wasnāt the one who still had to apologise.
He had practised an appropriate reaction for this exact situation, practised and practised like a skilled actor rehearsing his lines, because he was Severus Snape and he was utterly incapable of any degree of authenticity. Even when it came to her. Even though she was one of only two people he had ever felt at ease enough around not to feel as though he had to pretend.
But of course, those days were over now.
When he spoke, his voice was almost casual. Almost. To anybody who didnāt know him well, he would have sounded perfectly at ease. He could only hope that, in the years since their falling out, she had forgotten how to catch him in a lie. āMrs Potter ā what a lovely surprise.ā
As soon as the words left his mouth, he was replaying them in his head. Had his inflection been correct? Had he, perhaps, hit her surname a bit too hard, with evident bitterness? Had he ā
He cut himself off, forcing himself back into the present. It had been fine; and anyway, even if it hadnāt, there was no changing what he had said now.
It was pointless to deny that she had disturbed him; his cauldron, visibly full of a still-bubbling concoction, was right there in the middle of the room. If only heād had the sense to lock his door, he could have avoided this awkwardness.
Still, he waved her concern away. āI was in the process of finishing up this Sleeping Draught, but no matter. Itāll keep.ā
It wouldnāt, but he hoped that she didnāt remember enough about the potionās properties to realise that. It didnāt matter; it was a simple potion with readily available ingredients, and he would remake it as soon as she left.
āCome in. Iām afraid thereās nowhere to sit, but please, make yourself comfortable as you can.ā
You don't have to call me that, she almost replied with after barely hiding a cock of her eyebrow, but stopped herself because it was a response that would drag everything the both clearly wanted to avoid right to the surface. She wasn't even sure whether she didn't want him to call her Mrs Potter to save him the pain or because it reminded her of the bitter wayĀ he said James' name.
It's both. I'm allowed to care about both,Ā Lily reminded herself, although lately it had been a matter of managing to care about anything all, never mind who.
Besides, on a much pettier level, it made her sound old. She didn't think anyone else called her that apart from in official letters.
"If you're sure..." She shrugged, peering into the cauldron to examine his meticulous work. Some faint sliver of information about the Sleeping Draught crossed her mind, but she ignored it.Ā Severus either knew what he was doing better than she did (very likely), or he was being overly polite about her arriving unannounced. It wasn't worth making a fuss if the latter was true.Ā
Leaning against a bench, delicately ensuring that she didn't knock over any vials or jars, Lily got straight to the point. Surely there wasn't any other way to proceed. She was normally open and warm in conversation, but smalltalk would be awkward for both of them in this case.Ā
"The healing stores are running low on Essences of Dittany and Murtlap. I...well, I assumed that they'd gotten them from you originally, since there aren't any potioneers nearly as good around here." Come to think of it, she didn't even know for sure if Severus was supplying healing potions - that was a conclusion she'd jumped to all by herself. To be perfectly honest she hadn't a sliver of a clue what he even did with his time. He could be making hallucinogenic draughts to sell to the lessĀ scrupulousĀ survivors, for all she knew, although she didn't know if he wouldĀ find that a worthy use of his talents. "If not, there's no need to make more yourself. I mean, there's no need to either way, really, if you're busy. I only have murtlap though, or I'd do it myself."
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ooc: i was thinking the exact same thing when i saw people making them! i thought they were making all the gifs themselves, haha. i found all of the ones i usedĀ hereĀ and in the 'moodboard' tag, and i think i also saw someone mention that you can restrict google image searches to 160x160. the middle sophie turner gif i just found on a sophie turner fan blog. Ā
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What have I become to you?; Lily and Severus
Only a three more flasks of Essence of Dittany,Ā Lily had noted, scanning the shelves of the Healing products storeroom,Ā and only one left of Murtlap Essence.Ā That would last them two more days at the most, and perhaps less than one if they happened to have an influx of survivors within the next few hours. They'd have to fetch more urgently - it was much more difficult to heal wounds and soothe pain without them. Potions could do wonders where Muggle medicine failed, Lily had noticed over the years, and it had become even more apparent during the war and after the infection.
There was, of course, one obvious person to go to for potions. One brilliant person, who could probably brew the potions blindfolded with his hands tied behind his back. After all this time she still wouldn't begrudge him the fact that he was the most most talented potioneer she knew. ButĀ Lily desperately wanted to avoid such an interaction - uncomfortable meetings like this always put her in a horrible mood for the rest of the day, ever since the war had begun. She had even mentally planned to spend all night brewing the potions herself with her own cauldron and some Murtlap tentacles she still had left over from school. It was incredibly childish, to go to all that effort just to save herself one awkward conversation. Childish, but she would have done it anyway. It wasn't her maturity that stopped her - it was the realisation that she didn't actually have any dittany to make the first potion with. Why did that bloody plant have to be so fucking rare?
It was due to that unfortunate lack of ingrediants that she was now knocking on the door to the room she knew he brewed in, gritting her teeth in an attempt to summon up some scrap of courage. She hadn't seen that the door was only ajar and not closed, and it began to swing open before she heard an answer. Heart now beating embarassingly quickly inside her ribs, she gave it another push to finish opening it and let herself in.
"Sorry, Severus" Lily began with quietly, pleasantly suprised that her voice actually sounded rather confident. Perhaps this wouldn't be too bad after all. She didn't even find herself feeling anger anymore when she saw him, only a sense of confused sadness with a touch of disappointment. "I didn't realise it was open. I hope I haven't disturbed you."Ā

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Another Day, Another Tragedy; Lily and Marly
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The little smile that appeared on Lilyās lips was enough, so much so that she almost hefted the redhead up into her arms and spun her around while shouting, āha, I knew it was still in there Lilsā. She resisted, an act that was becoming more prudent these days no matter how much she hated it. Marlene had never been one to back down or to exercise restraint, but this was a new time and a new war and they all had to be careful.Ā
Hearing Lily talk about James was slightly somber. She had been friends with James almost since birth and it was hard to be between the married couple, friends with both but unable to truly help either one of them. Marlene knew that Lily needed her most and so all she could do was continue to try and put on her own smile, perhaps a bit more convincing than Lilyās own.Ā
"Sāa good thing you are sticking around here, we need all the help we can get with supply runs. Merlin knows half of the people that go picking shit up are dunderheads." Marlene smirked, picking out randomĀ edible bits of food here and there and tossing them into Lilyās basket.Ā
āāCourse I am, love. Iām alive aināt I? Iāve got an hefty amount of whiskey at my beck and call and the best damn friends by my side. Plus I havenāt shoved my wand or knife down any NecrophiliacsĀ yet, so that has to count for something.ā Necrophiliacs being the term Marlene often used for Death Eaters as of lately.Ā
Thank Merlin Marlene hadn't commented on Lily's very badly hidden discomfort at discussing James. She didn't want to talk about that. Lily watched the selection of food Marlene was throwing into her basket, occasionally having to move the basket around to catch it to avoid it missing and falling to the floor. There was a packet of chocolate biscuits (probably stale), a can of red beans, and even a bag of fresh apples (where the hell had someone foundĀ that?). She hadn't seen a piece of fresh fruit in weeks.
One of the apples was quickly in Lily's hand, after the girl guiltily remembered that she hadn't even had breakfast.
"I'm proud of you, Marls." Lily said with the closest thing to a smirk she'd come to for a while, between bites of her apple. She hadn't a clue how Marlene had managed to keep her temper so well - even Lily in her sombre and meloncholy state was very close to hexing the more mouthy Death Eaters so hard they would end up in Australia. It was impressive to see her that more trigger-happy friend hadn't ended up killing anyone. "Though to be fair you must be devoting most of your energy towards getting that whiskey. I still haven't worked out where you keep finding it."Ā
I really enjoyed the reveal that we got later in the series to find that Petunia really longed to be a part of Lilyās world. Always nice to give some character development to those that we otherwise wouldnāt give a second thought to. (x)
This Paradise Has Disappeared; James and Lily
James frowned, crinkling his nose and screwing his eyes shut for a while before opening them again and staring at the ceiling. There was a crack in it. It had been there for a while and he knew he should get it fixed, but whenever he made moves to, there were always more pressing matters. He ran his eyes along the length of the crack; it stretched from nearly one corner of the room to another. It was a wonder, he thought, that nothing had crumbled yet. He sighed. James wasnāt one to abandon jokes midway, but he was sure that this would not be the way to lure Lily out of wherever she was hiding behind her current facade. Even if it was a pretty funny joke.
When he thought about it, this current tactic of distracting himself in an attempt to distract Lily reeked of cowardice. James felt an immediate twinge of shame within his ribcage. He might have graduated from Hogwarts years ago, but bravery couldnāt just be abandoned and forgotten whenever he felt it was easy. James sighed again.
Propping himself up on his elbows, he watched idly as Lily brushed her hair and willed himself to speak. āI was going to ask you how the man in the moon cut his hair, but obviously you donāt care.ā He cringed. Maybe that came out a bit wrong. āI meant,ā he tried again, after a pause. āI meant you seem more preoccupied about other things. And not just as if something terrible happened in Hogsmeade with the people were you helping.ā It was pretty impressive, he thought, that he could be so eloquent during all the moments in which it was completely unnecessary but never in the moments in which it was. From their previous attempts at conversation, James had gathered that either something ruinous and awful happened every day to Lily enough to shock her into silence, or something was deeply wrong somewhere between her and himself.
"I just want to know why, I sāpose. Itās kind of hard living with someone who acts like a Walkerā no, fuck." The instant the words left his mouth, James wanted to stuff them back in. Why did he say things like that? Was it because of some primal instinct to self-inflict as much emotional hardship as possible to compensate for a lack of childhood trauma?
"I didnāt meanā" James cut himself off to stop himself from something even worse, and settled on just sitting on his hands and looking forlorn at the floor.
She didn't say a thing nor turn around to face James while he spoke. But she was listening intently, the hand that had been brushing her hair freezing mid stroke. Lily was darkly curious as to what he had to say. After knowing him for so long she knew that he was not always as easy with his words as he was so often around others, and so it did not surprise her that he seemed at a loss to pinpoint exactly what he meant. He was obviously finding it difficult to broach the subject with her. She should have felt some sympathy towards him for this, but it didn't come.Ā
It was not until James compared her to one of the infected that Lily showed any kind of reaction to questions. She winced, recoiling from such a plain analogy. In all her confusion and avoidance, it was like a bucket of ice water to the face to be confronted with such a blunt way of describing her behaviour. He had been as hasty to take it back as he had to say it, but that didn't make him any less correct. A thought occured to her that maybe the inferi didn't only spread their curse with bites. Maybe the panic and horror they spread was alone enough to turn someone into one of their slaves. Maybe that was what was happening to her.
The grimy mirror in front of her showed James with his head bowed, staring regretfully at the floor instead of at her. Lily bit her lip to stop herself from speaking before she thought and slowly placed the hairbrush back onto the dresser, noticing for the first time that her hand was trembling slightly. She withdrew it quickly and held it with her other one, trying to make them still by wringing them together on her lap. Finally, she turned to him - not completely, just so that she was side on and he was in the corner of her view. It was pathetic that she couldn't look at him fully. She paused there for a moment, the silence after his monologue becoming more than awkward, before she replied.Ā
"No, you're...you're right." Her tone wasn't warm, but not cold either. It didn't have any emotion at all in it. "I don't care. I don't care about much at all anymore, to be perfectly honest. It's nothing, everything feels like nothing and I..." She suddenly felt as if she wasn't making any sense at all, and she rose, walked a few feet and then stopped in her tracks. She didn't even know where she had been going. Turning front on to James now she stood staring vacantly at him, thoughts racing through her head but vanishing into smoke before they could reach her tongue.Ā
Another Day, Another Tragedy; Lily and Marly
It had become second nature to her to feed off of the emotions of others and to twist the negativity into something more positive, especially when those emotions were wrapped so tightly around a friend that she could almost visibly see the battle in their eyes. Lily was just one of the few that she had taken to paying close attention to over the past few months and was glad that she had run into the the redhead here.Ā
Lily was definitely in need of a classic Marlene pick me up.Ā
"Never fear my darling Lily of the Flowers, Marlene McBadass is here to save the day." She made a wide swooping gesture with her arm out to the side, guiding Lily along with her other hand firmly at the small of the womansā back now. "Sweet it is, now tell dear Mack what youāve been up to. Itās been a whole day or so since Iāve seen you last."Ā
If there was anything that could warm Lily's heart up a bit, it was Marly's fearlessly cheerful attitude. Only a little though - Lily was smiling thankfully at friend now but behind that she couldn't help thinking about dead people and the future that was slipping away from them.Ā
"Oh, just sticking around here mostly. Fixing wards, helping out with healing. The usual. I think James has been out a few times - you know,Ā outĀ out - " Lily didn't like calling it 'zombie-hunting', it was all too flippant, "but I, er...haven't gone with him for a while."Ā
The words had tripped over her tongue slightly, as Lily found herself feeling strangely awkward whenever she spoke about James these days. Giving Marlene a force bigger smile to hide her odd tone, she asked, "How about you, Marls? You seem happy as usual."
This Paradise Has Disappeared; James and Lily
With his arms hanging uselessly at his sides, James watched Lily as her eyes glazed over, seemingly in an entirely different place. As much as he had wanted to ignore this behaviour, he realised that she had been acting like this, remote and detached, for a long time now. He couldnāt even recall when she had started.
James lived in a place of fundamental misunderstanding; it was made of truths he let himself believe and lies he told himself to fill the gaps between his truths. When he learned how to fly, he would make himself believe that he wasnāt actually flying 50 metres above the grass pitch, that if he just stretched his toes a bit more he could touch the dirt. How else could he become a Quidditch captain afraid of heights? In hindsight, James realised that most of the war had involved him in a self-deception of some sort. The Secret Keeper, the Inferi. And now Lily.
It had been all right when he was still in the business of convincing himself that he and Lily were still okay. Now James could feel his illusions crumbling under his feet, painfully aware of every motion that Lily made and every time he blinked he was afraid sheād turn into a completely different person. He wanted to scream. He wanted to punch something really fucking hard and stomp his feet and yell at the top of his lungs until Lily told him what he was doing wrong and why nothing was the same, why he felt like heād walked into his house after someone had shifted all the furniture very slightly to the right and why he kept bumping into everything.
But he didnāt. He just, very quietly, sat on the bed with his hands in his lap and looked at her back turned away from him and said, āSorry about your day. Do you want to hear a joke I heard last week?ā James figured that if he wanted to revert to his incredibly childish behaviour, it would be all right if he leaned on his old crutch for solving any social situation: tell a joke. It was one of the few things he didnāt care about fucking up, at least. Without waiting for Lily to answer, he let himself fall backwards onto their bed, spreading his arms, and started, āSo you know how the muggles have that thing with the man in the moon? They see a face or something, right?ā
"Mmm." Lily replied, giving James the bare minimum response needed to let him know that she'd heard him. In the mirror above the dresser, which badly needed a clean the next time Lily could even be bothered doing chores, she watched him fall back on the bed with his usual ease. Had he even noticed her completely blank out on him? She didn't know whether her omnipresent sadness was obvious to anyone but her. Perhaps she assumed that other people knew how she was feeling just because it was so plain to her. It was with her all the time, so she couldn't help but take notice of it. But maybe no one else could see it. To be perfectly honest, Marlene and Dorcas probably only knew about it because she'd burst into tears in front of them on more than one occasion. She hadn't done that when James was around for a long time. It was more complicated with him than it was with her friends.
Still, some dark corner of her heart, tucked away but there nonetheless, was angry at James for not trying to coax her out of herself. There was something about being so close to someone as Lily was (or had been) to James that made you think that they could tell you everything about yourself that you didn't know. People had such a high opinion of their loved ones' insight. Like how children thought that their mothers knew the answer to every question in the universe. Lily half thought that if only she and James could talk about whatever was happening to her that he'd tell her exactly how to fix it.Ā What if he can't do that, though,Ā she thought. What if he just thinks I'm mad, or weak, or stupid.Ā The were married, for Merlin's sake, and she was still terrified that James wouldn't like her if he saw her as she really was - if he saw the shadowy parts of her that she didn't show to anyone.Ā
Waiting for him to tell her his joke, Lily picked up her hairbrush and ran it through her long, messy locks. You would have thought that she wouldn't bother with grooming so much when she was so tired and empty, but in fact it was the opposite. After all, little things like that were useful for putting off being unoccupied and having to actually talk to people.

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Another Day, Another Tragedy; Lily and Marly
She would never admit it out loud, but seeing Lily so broken was almost worse than anything that she had faced thus far during both wars. There was something in her eyes that had died that no matter how hard Marlene tried had yet to light up again and that was a tragedy in itself. That did not mean she was going to stop trying, fuck that. One laugh was better than none in her books.Ā
"You had me at anchovies!" Marlene leaned against the shelves, letting her fingers drag across the backs of some of the cans and boxes that lined them. "Though I think you need a bit more than that. If weāre going cook something, better go all the fucking way, eh?" She pushed off of the shelves and threaded her arm through Lilyās, pulling her along gently without stopping to allow the girl to question her motives. "Sweet or savory?"Ā
Lily let herself be guided through the shelves. After all these years of knowing her, it still suprised Lily how effortlessly Marlene could make the most mundane tasks seem to be an adventure. Especially when Lily felt like the exact same task was a struggle - like now, for instance. The prospect of having to think up dinner by herself had been overwhelming. That was embarassing. She'd survived this far in a war but it was something as simple as preparing food that made her feel exhausted these days. Ā
"Um...sweet, I guess." She replied to Marlene, tossing the can of smelly, salty fish back onto the nearest shelf. "You might be excited about the anchovies, but I certainly wasn't."Ā
This Paradise Has Disappeared; James and Lily
James had spent the past two hours sitting in the bath, trying in a futile attempt to scrub the smell of the infected off his skin. The water was cold and grimy, but himself even more so. Even heĀ didnāt dare using a heating charm on the bathwater, despite having just occupied his day on one of his absurd mass Inferi chases.
It consisted of himself, Apparating (dangerous, as heād been told every day) to somewhere north of Devonshire and individually removing body parts from every infected one he could find, recording the length of time it took for each one to stop moving. And he recorded the times, so he could say it was all done in the name of research. He sighed. It was probably time to get out; Lily would probably be home soon and greeting her in slightly bloody bathwater with bits of dead stuff at the bottom likely would not make her feel any better.
He clambered, unsteady, out of the tub and dried himself off with a towel. With only one (1) total collision between his head and the medicine cabinet, he managed to dress himself in fresh trousers and a shirt before heading upstairs to their bed. James didnāt know why he bothered; he was just going to sit on the bed until Lily came home, and maybe they would stare at each other and carry on stilted conversation. Life no longer walked along its suggested path, preferring rather to stall and sputter and refuse to carry on as normal.
James had been almost asleep, head propped up awkwardly on the headboard, when he heard Lily enter. He rose to greet her, limbs unfolding like a newspaper opening its pages. āLily.ā James beamed. Ā Choosing to write-off Lilyās lukewarm hello as exhaustion ā and who wasnāt tired these days? ā he wrapped his arms firmly around her in an earnest hug, resting his chin on her shoulder and shutting his eyes tight, two people drowning together. āI un-limbed some Inferi, donāt worry about it.ā He let go of Lily and took a step back. She looked lost, worn, but none of these were things James knew how to fix by himself. So just he reached out with a hand even as he let it fall back to his side, unsure and inept. He didnāt know what he waited for. āYou?ā
As James' arms enveloped her Lily ran her fingers down his back, not entirely sure whether she was comforting him or just reassuring herself that he was still real. For a second she let it just be him and her in the world, imagining that there was nothing else in existence apart from everything inside that room with them. Nothing bad, nothing that was trying to kill them, nothing to stop them from just climbing into the bed and lying there together forever. But then his words dragged her back to reality and she cringed.Ā An image of James chopping limbs off rotting dead bodies flitted through Lily's mind, blood and scraps of flesh splattered on his face. When they let each other go she stared at him blankly for a moment, distracted in her own head.
"Oh, um." She started, realising that he'd asked her something. "Yeah, I was just helping with some new people in Hogsmeade. It was..." She searched for a better word, but couldn't find one and settled with the understated. "...bad."
She shrugged, moving away from him to the dresser without even noticing that he'd still been reaching out a hand to her.Ā Don't worry about it.Ā How did he do it? It seemed to Lily that James could still go out on missions without batting an eyelid, while she was falling deeper and deeper into a hole of fear and anger. She couldn't not worry if she tried, and she was ashamed to admit that there wasn't much that she tried very hard at anymore.Ā
Pulling out her tied up hair with laggy fingers, Lily felt a thousand beginnings of sentences pushing at her tongue, but none of them were about anything she wanted to talk about. It was clear that nothing that happened in either of their days was likely to make cheerful conversation matter, so why even bother? It wasn't that she didn't want to talk to James - she would have given anything to be able to laugh freely with him like they had what felt like a lifetime ago - but lately it felt like nothing they had to say was hopeful or happy at all.Ā
This Paradise Has Disappeared; James and Lily
The cottage at Godric's Hollow was more often cold than not now. Using warming charms was too risky if you didn't want even more inferi trying to bash through the wards than already were, and Lily only very occasionally bothered to get a fire started by hand. Instead, she stayed in bed as much as possible. And that was exactly where she was aiming go directly to when she apparated into living room of the cottage just before dinner time. There was some of last night's leftover food if James wanted anything - Lily wasn't hungry at all. She was just tired, like her whole body had turned to lead and would fall through to the other side of the earth if she didn't lie down and sleep soon.
She'd spent the day in Hogsmeade helping with a bunch of wounded newcomers who'd arrived that morning. A young boy had an inch deep gash on his leg that had taken what felt like an age to stop bleeding, even though they'd been using magic to heal it. It was cursed, probably, although it hadn't looked like a bite from a walker. The entire time she'd been working on him Lily had attempted to give the eight-year-old comforting smiles and soothing words, but by the time an hour had passed she'd just been silent, thinking 'I just want to go home'.Ā It was selfish of her, and she'd hated feeling like that.Ā She told herself it was just a bad day, but the truth was that every day was a bad day lately.Ā
Climbing the wooden stairs quickly, the cosy covers of the bed foremost in her mind, Lily was startled to find James already in their room. Of course it was his room too and it wasn't as if he was never home at this time, but somehow she never really thought about him very much anymore if she could help it, and so she felt a little surreal being in the same place as him. Like he was someone from another life, almost, and either she or him didn't belong there.
"Hey." She greeted him with, giving him a small smile that she knew wasn't at all convincing. "Er, how was your day?"
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Another Day, Another Tragedy; Lily and Marly
"Cāmon Lils, Celestina is a goddess. The mere fact that you would dare to degrade her voice as if she sounded like some fucking rat in a trap is beyond me. I do not know where you get that idea from." Marlene had been waltzing down the aisles when she heard Lilyās voice from the other row and made her way quickly over the redhead. She leaned against the shelves and waggled her brows at Lily while popping a cold chip into her mouth.Ā
"As for the news, well fuck the news. Weāre well enough away from Ireland that we need not bother with that shit right now. So what do we have here, planning on making your best friend a delicious dinner? You know I canāt cook for shit and if I have to eat whatever Doe is cooking one more time I may die."Ā
The sight of Marlene appearing from behing a shelf was enough to coax a small smile out of Lily. She was one of the few people Lily felt a little more like herself around.Ā
"Oh, hello Marls. Well, as good a dinner as..." she glanced at the packets and cans of food in front of her. It was a pitiful selection, and Lily's brief smile turned back into a frown. "As Anchovies and cauliflower soup will make. Y'know, if that's anything like what Doe's getting I wouldn't blame her for making a mess of it. This time, anyway."
surprise, surprise; 15th august, 1977
potterjame:
Lily:
Itās a shame that the cover story for your neighbours involves a girlsā school, now you canāt tell them all about your favourite Hogwarts boy (me). But oh! I forgot to ask. How has your summer been? I assume youāve just been lounging around every day staring at the curtains because your life is dreadfully uneventful without me in it.
Flatterer, Iām blushing. Lily Evans does not think I am the scum of the earth. Here, we can make a deal. Iām very good at Quidditch, so Iāll handle that section of the student body. You can deal with the rest. Like you said, I can lead my team to the cup, Iāll just do that for the whole school.
Fuck.
The whole school! Iām in charge of theĀ whole school.Ā Hold on, let me have a moment.
This is some nefarious plot to reform me or something, right, Dumbledore canāt be serious. Arenāt Head Boys and Head Girls supposed to set an example for other prefects? I know Iām brilliant and everything, but I doubt Dumbledoreās vision for the student body is to have four hundred James Potters running around being smug. How do you do it?Ā Being a prefect, I mean. The pressure must kill you.
P.S. Iām choosing to ignore whatever you said Quidditch and big red balls and snitches, I donāt want to have heart palpitations.
James,
My summer has been completely and blissfully James Potter free, thank you very much. Although to be perfectly honest even you would have been better than having to sit through no less than fourteen family dinners with my sister's fiance. How was yours? I do hope that your house is still in one piece after all the stress of having you living in it again.
Well, it always helps to have a good partner when you're a prefect. Remus was a brilliant help. I was really nervous when I first began and it was a huge relief to have someone I worked well with. And...
Hang on. Potter, areĀ youĀ nervous? About being Head Boy, that is. I didn't think that there was anything that you didn't believe you would be instantly brilliant at, but I think we may have just found it. Has God's gift to mankind finally met his match? You do sound very unsure about all the responsiblity it entails.Ā