21 October 2012 @ 06:10 pm
゜゚*❀*゚ ゜Backdated to a week before  
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.]
01 October 2012 @ 05:21 pm
゜゚*❀*゚ ゜ Five - Adventures in Babysitting  
[Now that school's started, Mayfield has one more part time employed youth to look after the children of all the overworked parents, drones and prisoners alike.

And it's an easy way to make money once you've been in charge of hundreds of students in the past. So, if you happen to answer the door, here is one hopeful teenager arriving on time to babysit the children of the household.

Or perhaps just arriving, regardless of the existence of any children in the household.]
12 August 2012 @ 06:13 pm
゜゚*❀*゚ ゜ Four  
.: Phone :.

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.
16 July 2012 @ 09:55 pm
゜゚*❀*゚ ゜ three  
[It's a beautiful day for one Miss Lily Evans at 1485 Kramden Rd. For one thing, there is personal mail addressed to her right on the kitchen table. A beautifully wrapped package with colorful paper that looks suspiciously like a wand box. Lily's excitment evaporates the moment her drone mother starts interrogating her about the sender. Is it a boy? Why are you not telling her about her boy friend, Lily? Why not open it right here and now, Lily? Gee, Mommy wants to see, too!

So she's racing up the stairs, package in hand, instead, slamming the door shut for extra effect to tear the packaging open.]

They gave it back! It's back!

.: Outside 1485 Kramden Rd :.

[There is a big pile of stuffed animals on which Lily's testing her wand on. And then there is a smaller pile of stuffed unicorns, which she's transfiguring the original pile into.]

.: Phone - Filtered from drones :.

I know this is an odd thing to ask, but has anyone here really returned from the dead once they've passed away in Mayfield, for whatever reason?
17 June 2012 @ 09:39 pm
゜゚*❀*゚ ゜ Two  
.: In the Kitchen of 1485 Kramden :.

[Breakfast this time is not a disaster, and nothing has been caught in fire. There is no ominous smoke escaping the window and the backdoor. In fact, the small room is even fragrant with the smell of freshly baked goods and just prepared coffee. It's perhaps too much for two people to enjoy. Lily has yet to meet her darling father and the head of the household, but it doesn't mean that she can't be appreciative of him, anyway.

You might be tempted to peek through the wide open window, if inclined. There is certainly enough to share, especially if you happen to be a lucky man today.

The actual taste of the meal is another matter, of course.]

.: Outside Grey ABC, the liquor store :.

[There's been some complications with the actual act of acquiring an honest to God innocent, if alcoholic Father's Day present from the store. Lily, for one thing, is underage in this town. She's fuming outside, quietly, after being yelled at to leave the first four times.]

This wouldn't have happened if I were home.
06 June 2012 @ 08:05 pm
゜゚*❀*゚ ゜ One  
.: at 1485 Kramden Road :.

[It would have been a peaceful and uneventful Mayfield morning, given the mild chaos of the past few days, were it not for the loud clanging of pots and pans accidentally crashing onto the floor. A complete accident. Honest. The kitchen itself is not a disaster zone at this point, but it's well on its way to becoming one, courtesy of a young girl who's far too used to using magic at this point to do without it now while making breakfast.

There's anger, confusion, and a slight fear. But most of all, there's hunger.]

All of this would be a world easier if I could just get my wand back!

.: Downtown Mayfield :.

[There's a girl on a borrowed stolen just for a little bit really bike stopping every once in a while to squint at the shops for any familiar faces, or even any trace of magic. Please excuse her if she crashes into you.]