Lily Potter (
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mayfield_rpg2012-08-12 06:13 pm
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I give up. Does anyone have a good or any recipe for treacle tart? I miss it something fierce, but it's not in any of the cook books I found in this town.
Or any help in actually cooking, for that matter.
.: Action at 1485 Kramden Rd :.
Nothing is on fire in the kitchen this time, but the place is a mess, with every bowl and container out on the counter. Lily's taken advantage of her drone mum being at a ladies club to claim the kitchen to herself, and it's not going well.
Magic's been of minimal help so far, and her attempt to bake cookies haven't gone too badly, evident by the appealing smell wafting through the window and outside. It's really everything else.
.: Action outside 1449 Mitchell Rd :.
With a fistful of smooth pebbles in hand, Lily is doing the time honored tradition of flinging one at a time at James's and Sirius's bedroom window. It's also fairly late at night, so she's trying to be quiet about it with varying levels of success.
I give up. Does anyone have a good or any recipe for treacle tart? I miss it something fierce, but it's not in any of the cook books I found in this town.
Or any help in actually cooking, for that matter.
.: Action at 1485 Kramden Rd :.
Nothing is on fire in the kitchen this time, but the place is a mess, with every bowl and container out on the counter. Lily's taken advantage of her drone mum being at a ladies club to claim the kitchen to herself, and it's not going well.
Magic's been of minimal help so far, and her attempt to bake cookies haven't gone too badly, evident by the appealing smell wafting through the window and outside. It's really everything else.
.: Action outside 1449 Mitchell Rd :.
With a fistful of smooth pebbles in hand, Lily is doing the time honored tradition of flinging one at a time at James's and Sirius's bedroom window. It's also fairly late at night, so she's trying to be quiet about it with varying levels of success.
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[He wanted his best mate back, he wanted them all to be together again. Pete wasn't here and they could easily indoctrinate Lily into the Marauders back home too. In fact Sirius had already figured they'd be doing that when James and Lily got married.]
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You're right, there. [She lets out a breath, linking her hands behind her back.] Potter kissed me.
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Did he now? You like it?
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It was... Wet.
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[Hey, everyone says they love Padfoot kisses and Padfoot loves Moony's wet kisses.]
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[He grumbles, remembering his and Remus's second kiss. The boy had just vomited over the floor and then swooped in on Sirius's lips before the other could stop him. Vomit kisses were not something Sirius would recommend to others.]
Are you planning on a repeat kissing performance then?
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[A playful brow raise at that.]
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Though I will warn you that I'm in a bit of a dry spell at the moment.
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No. We don't even actually talk much. What gave you the idea I was snogging him?
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He doesn't really need me here. Remus has always been a bit of a complete package. Just never notices it himself.
[He pulled out his cigarette case and a lighter, lighting up before continuing.]
Now, about you and James. How exactly did this kiss occur?
[Of course he'd heard it all from James, but the other boy was prone to flights of fantasy when it came to Lily. Besides, it was a good topic to sway her from the current one.]
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Well, they do say the malt shop is code for sex these days.
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[He tisked her gently.]
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[The boy was dead serious in that.]
We don't keep any secrets from one another.
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[He didn't understand how people got sore about stuff like that. James and he were best mates. Of course they'd share stories.]
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