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“Your TV show would be so fucking entertaining, maybe, just maybe we could get our own show. Like that old Kardashian show. Can you imagine if we acted like them? But anyways, that’s a really hard question, can I just be a huge gigantic mash up of all the songs I like? Because that’s the option I pick.”

“Right? We’d rule the wizarding world and the muggle world. They could call it Keeping Up With the Weasleys.” Lily giggled for the first time in ages. “Who do you think people would ship us with? Do you think they’d want you with Teddy orrrrr--” The redhead paused and teasingly gave her cousin a poke to the ribs, a knowing smirk on her lips. “--Lestrange? The hair charmer?” Lily in her euphoric state didn’t seem to mind Asterion as much. After pondering over her question for several seconds, as if in deep thought, she finally nodded. “I think that’s all right. But what songs, Vicky?”

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Medea raised an eyebrow at Lily’s ‘interesting’ and then shook her head in disbelief. Of course it was natural for Lily to be skeptical, especially when it came to Medea, and honestly she didn’t really much care - but she made sure to let a small look of hurt wash over her features. ❝They asked me to side with them and I made it clear I wanted nothing to do with them, they then assumed I knew more than I was letting on - but we both know I don’t. And as for my arm, well it was rather busy in here earlier - I was somewhat better off that others… such as yourself, so I made room. Said I’d come back later.❞ It wasn’t strictly a lie, but she certianly hadn’t excused herself for the sake of others. She shook her head, assuming what she thought Lily was thinking.  ❝I’m not seeking pity, not from you or anyone, and I’m done trying to be your friend Lily. It’s clear you don’t trust me, and whatever - it’s understandable considering everything. I just wanted to see if you were okay, you can close the curtain now and pretend like I’m not here - I’ll be gone as soon as my arms fixed. I’ll never say another word to you.❞

Lily hadn’t expected Medea to keep talking, but there she went, running her mouth again, and Lily couldn’t help but retaliate. “Bloody hell, does every other fucking word I say just go in one ear and out the next with you?” Lily snapped, thoroughly exasperated with the girl’s lies. How was it that so many of her friends and family were so easily fooled by her? It didn’t seem to Lily like she was trying at all. “Your story makes no fucking sense, Nott. It’s literally a two word spell; it took the nurse all of thirty seconds to heal all my broken bones, and believe me when I say that I had gotten much more broken than an arm. Putting on the cast would have taken longer--not to mention it would have given them more fucking work to have you come back in the long run than healing you right on the spot. And why the bloody hell would they think you’re in the resistance? We’re not exactly open invitation, and everyone knows we’d never trust you enough to let you join, much less tell you things.” At the moment, there was only one person in the Dumbledore’s Army with a Death Eater surname, but of course, Lily wasn’t going to divulge such sensitive information to anyone, much less Medea. As for as most of the members knew, there were no Death Eaters in the D.A. “If you’re going to latch onto my brother like he’s your fucking security blanket, Nott, I’ve got news for you: he’s not a bloody idiot either. He’ll see your true colors soon, and then no one will be around to protect you then. So go find another tactic and get better at lying because I’m not letting you fuck around with him.”

Medea rolled her eyes exasperatedly, not even after being tortured half to death could Lily find a nice bone in her body in regards to Medea. She sighed defeated, just loud enough for Lily to hear,  ❝I’m sorry,okay. I just wanted to check you were okay - you might not like me but I have nothing against you - and when I heard the whispers around the castle… forget it. I’ll leave you alone.❞ She shuffled herself back onto the bed, smirking to herself as she made herself comfortable but only for a fraction of second before the curtain swooshed open and Lily’s shock of Red hair appeared in her line of sight.  ❝I’m not here for your brother, in any case he found me earlier - he’s the one that brought be down here in the first place.❞ No point in lying about that, in fact she was sure that truth would annoy Lily more than anything else. Looking down sadly at the arm in the sling, she silently questioned whether Lily was asking if she herself had broken her arm: of course, the truth was she had, but why would Lily suspect that? ❝One of the Death Eaters holding my group.❞ She answered instead, nodding slowly.  ❝Apparently you’re not the only one that doesn’t trust me to be who I say I am.❞

No, Lily hadn’t been asking if Medea had broken her own arm, but she was growing more suspicious as the conversation continued. Her skepticism was at an all time high after the ordeal she had just been through, and some things the older girl was saying just didn’t wash to Lily. “Interesting.” she replied, shifting to lock eyes with the brunette. “I wonder why they came after you so much, out of everyone. I mean, you’re a Nott and aren’t obviously a member of resistance. How much could they have possibly thought they’d get out of you?” she asked, cocking an eyebrow. “It’s strange too how the nurse didn’t heal your arm too. She can mend broken bones in seconds, you know--she did it for me. It’s a simple enough spell. But you kept your cast on.” Almost as if you wanted people to pity you, she thought to herself, holding back a snort of derision. “You said you wanted to be my friend, Nott. If you ever want that to happen, I’d cut the bullshit.” She rolled her eyes and turned away, through with talking to the girl.

Grief is a never-ending process. We lose a part of ourselves in the loss of a loved one; but when we lose a parent, our very origin, well, that cuts into one’s heart, soul, the very root of what makes up our being.

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The Wotter clan let pretty sharpish, Medea was surprised that they had left Lily unattended at all. She should have know that Lily would have been less than welcoming, in fact - she did. She was actually expecting much worse. Medea made no move to part the curtains, allowing Lily her privacy as any good person would have: she was after all playing that part.  ❝I’m sorry.❞ She spoke, keeping her voice somewhat low so as not to disturb the rest of the hospital wing.  ❝I just – I heard you’d - well, I heard things had been bad for you and I just wanted to check you were …. okay.❞

Lily rolled her eyes at the girl, not even moving to glance in her direction or pull back the curtain. “Of course I’m all right, and even if I wasn’t, why the bloody hell would I want to talk to you about it?” she said rather caustically. She couldn’t even begin to comprehend Medea’s idiocy, especially not today. An intelligent person would have left her alone, recognizing that she wouldn’t want to be bothered by someone she disliked, but clearly she was not one. Finally moving back to pull the curtains away, she narrowed her eyes when she saw the state Medea was in, her eyes studying the girls’ injuries closely. “If you came here looking for my brother, he had to leave.” she said, having noticed Medea and James dancing earlier, although it seemed like a lifetime ago. “Did you break your arm during the attack?”

Lily was often found surrounded by family and friends, but in this instance, all the redhead wanted was to be alone. As much as she loved her family, having to constantly insist that she was fine had grown to be exhausting. She didn’t like being fussed over. She didn’t like being pitied. She didn’t like being seen by people while she was in such a weak, vulnerable state. She didn’t like any of this. It had taken hours, but she finally got her family to leave her be for a short while, asking if they could bring her some food from the kitchens. But as soon as she laid back to rest in the pillows, a voice called out for her. Nott. Oh, this day just kept getting better and better. “Go away, Nott. I’m not in the bloody mood to deal with you today.” she snapped, not in the mood for what was sure to be another exhausting conversation.

“Can’t always believe everything you hear though.”  He wasn’t even sure what he was talking about exactly.  Was he talking about his father or what Amma said about Lily having feelings for him when he was in that head of hers.  Either way he didn’t want to think about it right now.  Why did he care?  And why did he care that she knew he cared?  Maybe because he wasn’t the monster that her and her family liked to make him out to be sometimes.  After all, how many of those uncalled for ‘dead father’ comments come from his mouth since Harry died, zero.  “Contrary to what you might think, I don’t enjoy seeing people in horrible pain.”  He said with a slight roll of his eyes.

“I’m so sure.” Lily snapped, rolling her eyes right back at him. She didn’t need to say her thoughts for him to know what was on her mind; he had to know her well enough by now to know what she was thinking. Lily was absolutely positive he had been one of the masked Death Eaters at the attack. She didn’t have proof, but it was clear to her. “I’m not a fucking idiot, Malfoy. Of course you enjoy seeing me like this. You and your little friends got what you wanted after all.” Her voice was bitter and angry, although her rage wasn’t only directed at him but also at herself.

Scorpius hadn’t realized they had been adjacent from Lily.  Alright that was a total lie, of course he knew, he had put her there, but he was trying to do his best to ignore that fact.  Him and his father both had done their best at ignoring the Potter/Weasley clan as not to upset them.  It wasn’t until Lily spoke that he looked at her though, not since he had left her there and she didn’t realize it was him.  He let out a slight chuckle at her first comment, she would know, even more so, she had been surrounded by tons of people like that not long ago herself.  “Dad can be a little bit over dramatic sometimes.”  He said with a slight shrug.  “I hear you’ll be alright soon enough though, right?”  He wasn’t normally so…nice to her, but then again this was different, even if he hadn’t been in that room, it would still be different right now.

“So I hear.” Lily said, her mouth twitching slightly as she remembered the stories she had been told over the years about schoolboy Draco. Her eyebrows raised slightly at his question, watching him. He was being...nice? It was almost as if he was concerned, but of course, that wasn’t possible. They didn’t care for each other. No, at best, it was pity...and at worst, he must have found out about what happened and was now trying to screw with her head. “I’m already alright.” she insisted. “I’d be gone by now if they’d just bloody let me leave already. Why do you care?”