#stonecoldlily

Lily turned the information about Narcissa Black over in her mind. How on earth could this happen somewhere like Elkridge? She knew it wasn’t like Hogwarts, with the ever-present spectre of Albus Dumbledore acting like a shield upon all its inhabitants, but surely the Death Eaters wouldn’t want to harm one of their own...

Full Name: Lily Joanna Evans

Nickname(s): Lils, Oi, Evans!

FC: Luca Hollestelle

DOB: January 30, 1959

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight

Year: Second

Major: Wizarding Law

Desired Career: Auror

Patronus: Doe

Club(s)?: Duelling Club, Potions & Other Dark Arts, Draco Dormiens

Quidditch?: Avid fan of a certain Chaser

Side: Order of the Phoenix

A Muggleborn with a prodigious skill for Potions, Lily Evans is a fiery former Gryffindor entering her second year at Elkridge. She’s studying a Wizarding Law degree in order to become an Auror, and hopes to put her considerable talents for Potions to good use in fighting Dark wizards.

When she's not perfecting her Veritaserum recipe, Lily can be found hanging out with her friends from Hogwarts, plus her not-officially-my-boyfriend, James Potter. They were Head Boy and Head Girl at Hogwarts, and the Elkridge gossips are desperate to know when this power couple will make things official...

Lily's a member of Draco Dormiens, that group of students committed to fighting Lord Voldemort with everything they've got. She's also a member of the Elkridge Duelling Club; make sure you're prepared when she sends a hex your way.

Lily is a kind, fiercely principled witch with something to prove. As a Muggleborn, she's faced her fair share of prejudice in the Wizarding world, but there's nothing that Lily likes more that showing bigots exactly how wrong they are. With her talents at Potions and her love of duelling, she's certainly quite the opponent on the battlefield. Lily is stubborn to a fault, though, and doesn't realise quite how much trouble that might get her into...

Pulling off her sunglasses, Lily Evans stepped from the warm September evening and into the banquet. She looked around, a small smile on her face at the familiarity of it all--the chatter of students catching up after summer break, the Dean welcoming them all, the slightly nervous looks on first years’ faces. Whatever had been prepared for supper that night smelt amazing, she thought, and her stomach grumbled in anticipation.

Across the busy room, Lily spotted the person she was looking for, and smiled. She headed over.

“Hey, Re,” she said, ruffling his hair and slipping into the seat beside him. “Miss me?”