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[bespell]

Phone. [Locked to Neville, early in the morning]

Longbottom? I think I need to talk to you. There is something I have to know.


Action. [Outside 1449 Mitchell Rd, Lily is casting lumos against the second floor bedroom window over and over again, until it's too obnoxious for the person inside to ignore it]



Action. [At 1485 Kramden Rd, Lily had successfully removed the drone parents for the afternoon, keeping them firmly outside the house with a shield charm as she rummages noisily in their bedroom and the livingroom.]


Action. [Outside Mayfield Elementary, Lily passes the time by kicking random pebbles into the wall, waiting for the eventual stream of school children to exit.]

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Phone

[infourbooks]

Yeah?

[Why does he have a feeling this is going to be awkward? There are about sixteen ways he can see this being awkward]

[bespell]

[She wants to see Neville's face--not that she believes he would lie to her--but it might be an easier confrontation that way.]

Harry is in your year at Hogwarts, isn't he?


[She adds after a moment of hesitation.] My son?

[infourbooks]

Uh... well...

[Yeah, this is one of those sixteen options]

He is. Uh, both.

[bespell]

[She takes a deep breath. It's not anything she can ask the little kid himself, anyway.]

If you've known him for five years now, then he must have mentioned how his parents had died.

I really can't ask him that. Not the age he is now, anyway.

[infourbooks]

I guess... there's no more avoiding it, is there?

[And that would be one of the other ways this could turn awkward]

He doesn't even know the real story yet... It was a Dark Wizard... real nasty one. Him and the Death Eaters killed a lot of good wizards...

[Or worse]

[bespell]

[There is a long, extended silence on the other end, followed by a soft thump as Lily settles heavily on a kitchen stool. That makes more sense, and it's something Petunia would be at pain to hide from anyone, let alone her nephew.]

And Potter and I were some of them. [she finished the sentence, weakly.]

[infourbooks]

Yeah.

[He sounds rather sad, thinking about everyone that died... and everyone that... didn't]

You were the last.

Elementary Action

[scarredglasses]

[Lily's lucky Harry chose this day to go to school. It wasn't that he didn't like it, more he liked the idea of not going and the exhilaration of not being told off when he came home.

But today he was there and coming out, he spotted Lily and ran over to her.] Hey!

[bespell]

Hey yourself. [Lily's bike is leaning against the wall, so she rights it as Harry approaches. Parents normally picked up their children from their school, didn't they? She hardly had a car to pick Harry up in, and she's not planning on being motherly, but it just... Happened.] Had a good day at school?

[scarredglasses]

Yeah. Not bad. I keep bumping into people in the corridor and this one kid banged his head of the lockers. Never had lockers at my school back home. They're weird!

[bespell]

There are no lockers at Hogwarts, either. Funny thing, having to store your personal belongings where anyone could get at them.

[There's little of the unease she's come to associate with Harry, and it washes her with relief for a moment.] Want to walk home with me? We could get ice cream on the way back.

[scarredglasses]

Sure! [Harry didn't mind Lily. He didn't really treat her like his mum though, more just a friend. He'd never really had a friend or a mum so he wasn't sure if there was a difference. Either way, it was nice.] What kind of ice cream?

[bespell]

Whatever you like. I'm sure they have all sort at the Shop. [He does have James's affinity for sweets, she notices, and her smile turns sad.]

[action - 1485 Kramden]

[werewolfoflondon]

[Remus emerges from his bedroom a few hours later than usual. He's made a habit of that lately. Goodness knows where he's getting out to so late at night, but he's been keeping odd hours, and waking nigh unto noon on non-school days. Or, as it turns out, days that he simply skips class, because while he's an exemplary student, a good deal of this schooling seems superfluous to him. Some of it, Remus knows for a fact, is just a bold-faced lie.

He stumbles down to the family room, still in his pajamas, rubbing his eyes blearily.]

Lils. [His words come out through a yawn.] What in Merlin's name are you on about down here?

[bespell]

Doing what I should have done the first morning here; giving this bloody place a thorough search. [She flings one of the sofa cushions behind her, reaching down to check for anything that may have slipped in between.] We need to get out of here.

[werewolfoflondon]

And... you're going to find some way in the couch, are you? Or perhaps the drapes?

[Remus rights the cushions of an already-upturned chair, and takes a seat, chin in hand as he watches Lily tear the furniture apart.]

Perhaps it would be easier to find something if you knew where to look. Or even what you're looking for. But I somehow doubt our drone mum and dad are at the center of this entire conspiracy.

[bespell]

They could have been sloppy and forgetful. They're drones, after all. [It takes her a moment to notice Remus tidying up behind her, and he gets a scowl for her his troubles.]

Forget this stupid place. Did you know there's a war going on back home?

[werewolfoflondon]

I'm aware.

[Remus is awkwardly silent for a few moments, staring up at the ceiling. He never really has been aces at handling these things, and it seems he's floundering for a moment, unsure of what to say or do.]

Say what you will about the place, it hasn't been all bad.

[bespell]

[Lily kneels before an armchair, peeking underneath.] Right, except for the brainwashing thing.

They don't need us here, but back home... It's crucial that I return.

Potter is already back there.

[sothis_rising]

[Between the pounding of not!James and the ever increasing light coming from the outside Sirius can't sleep. It's pissing him off and he's already been damned irritable since James had been taken. Finally after a few minutes he throws open the window and glares into the light.]

What the hell do you want?

[bespell]

Good. You're awake. [Lily ignores the hostile tone, grabbing the steps of the ladder she's transfigured onto the wall months ago to climb up, eyes red rimmed, if otherwise determined.]

[sothis_rising]

You're lucky I haven't been able to sleep with that prick pounding on the inside of the closet. Shoulda' padded the fuckig thing.

[As she moves closer he notices her eyes and his brow raises, voice softening a touch as he helps her inside and sends a silencing charm at the closet.]

Something new explode in our bloody faces?

[bespell]

Oh, him. [It's taken Lily a short while to accept that whatever copy they were left with of Potter was just that, a copy, and the real person was blissfully back. It made dealing with the drone's presence more bearable.]

You've talked to that boy who comes around every once in a while? Harry? [She asks tentatively, settling on the lower bunk of the bed] James's son?

[sothis_rising]

[He nodded, taking a seat beside her, face a line of a frown.]

Good kid.

[He'd kept quiet that he'd known of Harry's parentage. It wasn't funny to male one's best friend uncomfortable around a kid who'd never known how amazing his parents were.]

[bespell]

Did Harry tell you he was orphaned? [The words come barreling out before Lily can take them back. It's hardly a kind way to let someone know his best friend's going to be dead in a few years, but Lily's worried this stabbing bit of info until she couldn't bear it on her own anymore.]