l. evans

a rush of fondness warmed the witch as she beamed at her friend. she’d expected lily to lay down the law, assume the role of head girl she was so good at playing. this was a pleasant surprise. “ — there, see ? see how LOST i’d be without you ? ” her words were spoken in jest, but they were true. especially at times like this, times where mary doubted her place in this world she’d come to call home, she’d look at lily in all of her confidence and determination, and she’d feel better. inspired. having finished fixing the spot she’d missed, mary scooped up another fingerful of face mask and beckoned to lily. “ — alright, evans, your turn. you’ll be the most exfoliated head girl in hogwarts history by the time i’m done with you. ”

             raising a brow, lily placed a humorous and skeptical glance on the goop smeared over the other gryffindor’s fingers.    ❛  you didn’t stumble in here.   ❜   lily reminded her as she returned to the sink, avoiding the (threat) invitation as she removed the tight knot of a tie at her neck with practiced fingers. even her movements confident and at ease. plagued with clear streak of stubbornness, and a soft, potentially, regretful sigh for her laxity. she had still yet to outright refuse. despite it being the first thing to cross her mind.   ❛  i was only going to be a minute . . . .   ❜     the excuse felt flat on her ears and catching her tight-lipped expression in the mirror, lily made efforts to soften the lines of her mouth. her next words even teasing, light.   ❛  but you’re making some compelling claims. most exfoliated ?   ❜  

            the  head  boy  ran  a  tired  hand  through  his  hair  ,   glasses  crooked  against  his  nose  as  his  lips  released  a  frustrated  sigh  .   everything  was  turning  to  shit  .   and  he  didn’t  think  he  could  fix  this  one  .   mcgonagall  had  sent  him  numerous  letters  ,   had  attempted  at  least  once  a  day  to  corner  him  into  a  meeting  ,   but  he’d  been  avoiding  her  just  as  much  as  he  had  been  hunting  down  his  best  mate  .   unfortunately  remus  was  one  slippery  bugger  —  if  he  didn’t  want  to  be  found  ,   there  wasn’t  even  a  magical  map  that  could  find  him  .   this  was  one  fuckup  he  couldn’t  save  them  from  .   and  as  always  ,   that  was  the  least  of  his  problems  .   shuffling  the  numerous  papers  ,   books  and  quills  atop  his  desk  ,   he  pulled  the  prefects  roster  towards  him  ,   assuming  that  to  be  the  easiest  task  currently  at  hand  .   as  he  worked  at  etching  various  names  into  the  slots  ,   he  heard  movement  in  the  shelves  behind  him  ,   another  sigh  slipping  past  his  lips  and  his  fingers  rubbing  at  tired  eyes  .     ❛   s’just  me  ,   i  know  it’s  past  curfew  but  i’m  finishing  up  —   ❜    turning  to  see  who  it  was  ,   his  next  sigh  was  that  of  relief  as  the  figure  of  lily  evans  came  into  view  .     ❛   oh  ,   hey  evans  .   sorry  ,   i  promise  i’ll  be  outta  yer  hair  soon  .   .   .    ❜   /   @ellevcns

pretending that everything was okay was mary’s specialty. even, perhaps especially, when everything was very far from okay. the safety of the world she had grown to call home was crumbling around her, she had never been lying to her parents more, she in love with a boy who not only didn’t like her back but was apparently a werewolf now, everyone was frightened and miserable, and on top of all that, january was her least favourite month. nothing happened in january. it was freezing, and boring, and sad. especially when one had just come from two weeks in italy. the only solution mary could think of ? face masks. which was why she was now sitting cross-legged on the floor of the prefect bathroom with a mirror, diligently applying a sludgy sort of mixture to her cheeks. technically she wasn’t supposed to be here, but it had been all too easy to worm the password out of a passably cute hufflepuff prefect. “ — if you’re staying, you’re joining me, ” she informed the person who’d just opened the door behind her, her voice light and cheery. as if nothing were wrong. as if everything were okay. “ — it’s exfoliating. ” 

lily paused, her pursed lips softening at the girl’s invitation. she didn’t answer, instead stepping forward so mary might see the mildly displeased head girl. her arms crossed and gaze curious as she studied the gryffindor’s set up.    ❛  is that right ?   ❜   there was a moment of hesitation, a scolding laying stagnant in her throat. but rather than clear it, lily moved to dump her soft robe on the bathroom’s counter. shockingly ready to stall plans of what she’d imagined would be a night of all too rare peace. she’d needed it. but mary had gone and beaten her to the punch.  the corner of her lip turning up with a light rush of humor,  lily tapped her own cheek.      ❛  you missed a spot. --there. . . . you’re all sorts of lost tonight, mare.   ❜    

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 ❛   vic ?  i don’t know that i’m really her cup of tea . . . isn’t the thing with potter still going ?  ❜  

 ❛   i don’t appreciate the insinuation  . . . . mm, well i had a lovely time dancing with aya at the hog’s head. that’s even recent so . . . there.   ❜  

              ❛     tired.   i went and took nearly all of his prefect shifts so he could enjoy his last year with those friends of his. honestly, i thought it was rather brilliant way of getting him out of my hair. i can do my thing, . . .  and he does his.  ❜  

“my apologies, i didn’t realize i’d asked for your sympathy.”  as soon as it came out, he regretted having said it.  lily didn’t deserve it, she put up with peter and the boys’ shit with a lot more grace than most.  he sighed, flashing an apologetic glance up towards her.  “why to which?”  he didn’t wait for her to respond before continuing.  “i took your advice about advertising my show …  and maybe went a little overboard.  probably could’ve thought it through a little more, but that’s not really my style, is it?”  he gave a weak smile, hoping it might lighten up the mood.  “i got in a fight because someone had their own wrong opinion about muggles, or something.”  pete said this last part quickly, trying to downplay it as best as he could.