Lily Evans

At school James made a fool of himself, and when he finally thought they had a chance, Lily moved on from the magical world. It wasn't until the Battle that he saw Lily again and things were complicated enough with Peter to actually try and think of what it meant for her to be back in the ranks.

He nodded at her question, "Every time I get to see a new team play I get excited, you learn a lot from watching other countries. But I still have this feeling that the cup would be more enjoyable for locals if their team made it to the finals, as not everyone is on the sport spirit."

"Is it weird that I'm here? In Sirius's tent?" There were so many other things she wanted to say, to apologise for, but for now this would have to do. "I know it's a big deal for you, and your career and... stuff. I really don't want to ruin it or make it strange for you." It was awkward, even her delivery was jilted and strained, but he'd always appreciated her frankness in the past. Or he used to. Maybe things had changed.

Teagan was getting to a point where she wanted to smack the smug look off Lily’s face. She wasn’t going to but the feeling was strong. Lily kept looking at her like she had a battle going on in her head. What was there to think about? All Teagan did was invite her into her tent! She didn’t do anything. “Why do you keep staring? I’m sure I can find a photo and sign it for you if you’d rather,” said the growing irritated model.

“And yes, I pal around with whoever I like, thank you.” She wanted to be less combative but she was annoyed. “Look. Whatever your problem with me is — and I think I know —" Teagan wasn’t stupid, “you’re really fucking wrong.” She couldn’t help the aggression. Being judged because of her last name was the last thing she wanted and wasn’t going to take it. She already had for too long. And still had to on occasion. No. Not there.

"So you'll pal around with mudbloods but stand watching, doing nothing, when your pureblood friends murder us?!" Her voice was shrill, attracting more attention than she intended. It wasn't only Teagen she was angry at, after all Lily had done the exact same thing in running away. She'd chosen to step back and let the war continue to rage on while doing nothing about it.

Suddenly tears were springing up in her eyes, which she tried to hide, realising just unstable she must appear. "Let's just move on." She tried to level her voice, returning it to a normal volume in an attempt not to draw anymore attention to them.

"Something herbal... no milk... hot." She spoke almost in a daze, mind wandering off elsewhere until Mary asked her, like she knew she would, about the event. She didn't need to be told to be honest.

"It's nice... but... doesn't it feel a little like we're all lambs waiting for slaughter, cooped up like this? All our tents together, having a good time - don't you think it's the perfect place for-" she didn't want to say it out loud "-well, for something bad to happen?" She paused, before rambling on answering her own question. "I'm just being paranoid, right?"

Crowds hadn’t always set Lily on edge. She couldn’t pin point exactly when she’d started absentmindedly scanning the perimeters for signs of trouble, but it had become a more frequent occurrence lately. She didn’t even realise she was doing it, rolling her wand between her fingers in her pocket, until a voice startled her and she whipped around. Her wand now drawn, Lily was ready for a fight if necessary.

She didn’t look the least bit threatening though. Her steely gaze looked out from under a huge parrot head that she’d fastened to a hat as part of her costume. Dressed as human sized version of a blue and yellow macaw that was so often used as the symbol of Brazil, there was no mistaking which team she was supporting.

It took a second to realise just how ridiculous she must look, but when she she did her face softened into a self deprecating smile, her wand hastily shoved back into her feather covered pocket.

“Sorry, I thought you were a jaguar… or a bigger bird… or, well, something else that eats parrots.”

evan raised an eyebrow at the wand pointed at him, lips turning upwards into an amused smile. his gaze would then follow the other’s extended hand, all the way to their ridiculous costume. not much of a threatening sight, though the rosier did take note of the determined, unwavering look on the redhead’s face. oh, right. something something evans; potential order member, yet no solid proof as of now. a muggleborn, however, so still a high possibility. part of his job was to keep track of most people, of their connections, of his surroundings. it was a monotone, dull job but at least evan could rarely be caught off guard. another thing that amused him about the situation ( besides the giant bird costume ) was how correct her instinct was. she should absolutely be that careful around the rosier. “ it’s alright. one can never be too careful. the macaw is prey to many animals, after all. “

Nothing quite as eventful and big as the quidditch world cup when it came to the wixen world in all their intricacies. It had proven to be the perfect opportunity to have a stall set up and take some time away from the shop in Hogsmeade. They could make do with a few days without her while she was busy supplying the crowd of quidditch supporters with flower crowns and wreaths and the occasional hot or cold beverage. After all things could get hectic but there was always a need to support the teams. With some dedication the witch had managed to bring out the best in each design, making sure no one would go without being able to cheer for their team.

"I don't think a flower crown would fit over my costume later, but I won't say no to a cup of tea." She leant against the side of the stall, not wanting to stop Mary's crowns getting viewed from the main path, but close enough to chat. "They look incredible," she gestured at the array of flowers. "How long did they take?"

Teagan could feel Lily's eyes on her. She was being judged and could feel it. She knew what it felt like and wasn't a fan. She was a pureblood. Just like the muggleborns were being judged, so were the purebloods. They weren't all alike. Teagan most certainly was not regardless of her family.

She clenched her jaw and stared Lily in the eye, almost as a how dare you, you should know what this feels like. Teagan hated that she had to act like she supported the Death Eaters during meetings. Not to mention, she did have to try to be careful who she was around. If it was someone from the cause she had to stiffen up and make it as short a conversation as possible. But that wasn't her fault. Anyone who had an inkling of who Teagan was would know that. That obviously wasn't Lily.

"Then you clearly don't know my friends."

"Oh, you pal around with many muggleborns?" It came out so haughty it almost didn't sound like Lily. Every defence she'd spent the last few years building was up. She needed to protect herself - that was the mantra she repeated. And yet here she was picking a fight with a woman she suspected wanted her dead. Smart.

Where: Campsite Who: Open

Sirius wasn’t bothered that he was not invited to the Burke lodge accommodations, what fun was that anyway? He had left that life behind. And with the way wizard tents were they were more than comfortable, not like the muggle ones he had heard about. He thought of his brother being stuck in the stuffy lodge surrounded by all the boring purebloods, all their rules and appearances and wished they could have gone camping together. It was nice sitting out among the stars, the laughter all around, people able to forget about the doom and gloom for a little while. He set up his tent with a flourish. It was large and spacious inside, able to fit both his friends and any others who might end up crashing if needed. He set up outside with some chairs, a fire, and of course alcohol to spare as he sat down to enjoy the atmosphere watching the people go by. 

He was always up for making new friends, or just sharing an evening with strangers looking to have a good time. He wouldn’t say no to any fun that came his way. He doubted most of the purebloods would pass by this way, but any of them that did were probably a more open-minded sort if they were to slum it with the rest of the crowd. He took a sip of his firewhiskey, surveying the crowd for any familiar faces or ones that sparked his interest. If he saw any of his cousins would they stop? His brother if out this way would probably have to rebuff him in such a public place which made him sad but he tried to shake it off. At least he got to see him sometimes rather than not at all. “Fancy a drink?” he asked beckoning to someone who had paused in their journey. “I’ve got plenty to go around, now all I need is some company as I’m not sure where my friends have wandered off to.”

It was a surprise when she realised she was back at the spot Sirius had started setting up his tent. Now complete, she admired it on her approach.

"You might have my favourite tent. Except for the one with the flower garden, up that way." She gestured vaguely in its direction as she flopped down into a seat by him.

"Actually, yeah a drink would be great." She had paused, unsure for a moment before deciding she needed to live a little. One drink wouldn't hurt. "So, what are your friends doing? Off looking for leprechauns?"

"Oh yeah." Lily didn't actually care who was playing most of the time. She never had a regular team she supported. She just the underdog and cheered for them, something that had been particularly difficult this year. Once she'd decided she supported a team though it suddenly meant everything. "But isn't it nice to see two teams we never usually get to see play?"

After the dry, expected conversation at the Burke Lodge, Teagan waited for her moment to break loose from her family. They wouldn’t need her much anyway. Besides, she had a plan. “Mother, I will look at my room now if that’s quite alright.” She was given the go ahead. With purse in hand, she walked, looking behind her, and left the house, apparating to the campground. — anywhere was better than being around stuffy purebloods the entire time. She would have to pop in here and there but her trip wouldn’t be ruined by that lot.

Teagan reached into her bag and pulled out a tent that my have been a small house but she wanted to make sure the door was a flap and not a door — a little more welcoming that way. Although Teagan could be sweet she was a princess, pureblood and sacred 28 after all so her view of welcoming wasn’t always well thought through.

Teagan poked her head out out the flap and waved as people walked by. She stepped outside welcoming anyone inside. "Welcome! Join me inside!”

Her brain insisted that Teagan could not be trusted, that she was one of those purebloods who would want Lily dead if given the chance. She tried to listen to her brain these days, but with the innocent smile of the other girl she faltered, pausing in front of the tent.

"I'm not sure I'd be welcome with your friends."

LILY EVANS

Birthday: 30 January 1960.

Blood Status: Muggleborn.

Gender & Pronouns: Cis-female, she/her.

Occupation: Research Assistant.

Sided with: Order of the Phoenix.

Faceclaim: Kennedy McMann.