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LILY MARGARET EVANS. xvi. proud fucking muggleborn. prefect. nutella & charms & herbology enthusiast. potions & slug & dueling club. j.r.r. tolkien’s number one fan woman. · · · · ❝ People will give up on you. Don’t give up on YOU. ❞

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glvnda:

If she had had MORE energy, she would have dragged the names of these Aurors through the mud, would have fought them every step of the way. She would have pointed out their flaws, the idiocy of their theory, the wrongness of what they were doing —– but she didn’t. She was tired. Exhausted. After an hour had passed, in which she’d pointed fingers and cursed and told them that they were dickheads, she’d shut her lips and not opened them. Numbness – a feeling foreign to Glenda, who always felt so incredibly alive with emotion – had washed over her and left her glassy-eyed and done.

Her father was DEAD. Murdered. Gone. And she was sitting in a tiny office, being asked if he’d been killed because of her involvement in a drug ring. And why? Because she’d smoked some weed in the past? Because she was black? Poor? Muggleborn? An easy target? Glenda KNEW how this worked, had known how this worked from a very young age. Maybe she had blindly hoped that the wizarding world would be different than the muggle one she’d grown up in, but it was all the same. And she was tired of it. She couldn’t fight it any more, not in that moment at least — in that moment, all she wanted was to go to her sister and embrace her, to grief, like she was supposed to. But in stead she was stuck in this office, the eyes of Auror’s staring at her with accusing looks, her chest tight and tears burning in her eyes. 

She had heard Lily’s voice all through the time she’d been in that office. How long it had been, she didn’t know — it felt like both a full day and a mere few minutes — nor had she been able to place who the ringing voice belonged to. Glenda connected the dots when she was allowed to leave ( they made it seem like a nice gesture, as if they hadn’t kept her in there against her will ), eyes falling on her friend, a gasp of relief slipping past her lips. A NICE face. Someone who’d understand. Someone who’s rage might spark hers again. “Get me out of here,” she said, aware of how weak her voice sounded. Glenda felt small, as if she’d shrunk under the gazes of those Aurors, a weak being. She ached. “Please.”

If Lily had had the luxury to appear ‘weak’ then, she would’ve cried with relief the moment Glenda had hugged her. Her friend was in one piece, she was alive, she was finally free from the Aurors and Lily held her like she was holding onto a lifeboat -- fierce, strong, out of fear. Lily was angry, beyond what she could comprehend then, but Glenda being alive and relatively physically untouched was beyond relieving. Her anger & despair could wait -- they weren’t as important as Glenda’s safety. Only a few moments had passed before Glenda had asked, no, practically begged to get her out of this situation she should’ve never been in. “Of course, let’s get the fuck out of here, before these goons try to lock you up and throw away the bloody key or frame you for murder or something off the wall like that,” in a swift motion, Lily hugging Glenda turned into her arm wrapped around their shoulders, ushering them away from the situation as her free arm held up a MIDDLE FINGER being thrown in the Aurors direction.

Lily couldn’t help but pace in situations like these, where she felt POWERLESS, unable to do something more, unable to make real change. The pacing matched how fast her mind was moving, she was unable to let herself feel the hopelessness of the situation because the way Glenda looked, the energy coming off of her, was desolate. She had every right to be too, Lily knew she had to be proactive, angry, energized enough for the both of them. Glenda deserved time to heal herself, to mourn, to be sad. Lily stopped, looking at Glenda, sitting down in front of her. The room they were in was as close to safety as Lily knew they’d both be able to have for a long time -- they were lucky for the BSU sanctuary. Blessed, even. 

“Do you want to talk about anything that happened in there? Do you want to talk at all?” Of course, Lily didn’t want to bombard Glenda with question after question, even though that was all she had -- questions. It was hard to look Glenda in the eyes and not be driven by the want to do something, but she didn’t want to do anything that would’ve made the other feel worse or made her feel even more overwhelmed. “I doubt it’ll do anything but I’ll write a letter to the Ministry. We’ll do a protest over the Christmas holidays. We’re going to do SOMETHING about this, maybe even a protest at Hogwarts regarding all these fucking interrogations.”

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jamesppotter:

It felt as if a bomb had dropped in Hogwarts. Nothing physical had been destroyed, but James saw the aftermath of some kind of destruction on everyone’s faces. Or, well, most of them. There were, after all, people who were unaffected and went on with their lives as if this was a small inconvenience — HOW, he’d never understand. It enraged him, frankly. Anger was only one of the many emotions James was dealing with – he seemed to be buzzing with emotion at all times, as if he was ready to overflow and explode like that news had. He wanted to do something. And so he would. 

He approached Lily ( @fxrecracker ) when he moved into the common room, a plan already forming in his mind. “Hey Evans,” he said, halting at the table she was sat at, his usual smirk absent from his face. “Wanna … go for a stroll? I want to talk.” James knew that was vague, and he shifted a little. “We gotta do something, man.”

Lily had been staring into the fire in moment of stillness -- her mind thinking of plans, her heart overflowing with compassion, empathy, rage, readiness. She forced herself to sit down, to take a moment to herself, away from pacing, away from flitting around the castle trying to put out more fires than she was capable of doing. Sleep had been scarce, it always had been, but in this SITUATION, it hadn’t even been a thought when there was so much to do. When James approached her, she got up easily, not questioning his motives, his intentions, or him. “We do, you’re right, we’d better get out of the common room first -- I don’t even want to be in the same building as any of them.” Casting a look towards the door of the common room, she thought about the Aurors who were lurking about, the authority she had come to feel nervous around instead of safe.

It was nice to know that at least James had been taking this as seriously as he should’ve been -- for once they seemed on the same page. It was comforting, that someone else had felt the need to do SOMETHING the way she had, felt the need for change. All the usual pretenses she had about James didn’t matter in that moment, Lily knew some of her grudges against him were petty but never before had she realized how so many of them just didn’t matter. Not at a time like this. Grabbing her coat and a scarf, she looked at James for a moment before speaking, “should I get some parchment and pens? D’you like Nutella? I think I’m going to go grab my Nutella.”

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jasminerosmerta:

Jasmine had needed to get out of the Gryffindor common room, needing a bit of time to herself, something that didn’t often happen. She’d always preferred to be with people when she wasn’t in her best mood, though that wasn’t the case today. The quarter Veela was singing one of the choir songs whilst painting, feeling relatively relaxed for the first time in the past few days. However, she hadn’t heard the person approach, completely caught up in her own little world. 

“Jas!” Lily walked over to catch up with her fellow Gryffindor, having heard her voice cut through the the distant noises that made up Hogwarts’ campus. During times like these, it was nice to see someone doing something normal, like painting and singing by the lake. “It’s a been QUITE a bit since we’ve talked, hasn’t it? What are you painting? You’ve got a beautiful voice, though you probably hear that all the time being the shining star of Frog Choir. ”

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rosemaryapplebee:

“I know that right now probably ain’t the time to be askin’, but could I look over your notes? I saw they looked so pristine and I’d just love to take a peek.” Rosemary drawled out, her voice meek and timid. “If I don’t pass defense against the dark arts I’m gonna be in a world of trouble.”

Looking up from her own coursework that had been piling up, Lily gave Rosemary an absent smile, before going back to sort through her notes. “That’s nice of you to say, I do work hard to make them look PRISTINE, so I appreciate that immensely,” Lily commented, finally pulling up her notes. “Aha! Found them. You know Rose, I can always tutor you if you’d like? At least, know you’re always welcome to my notes. I don’t know what they were teaching you at your old school, but obviously it wasn’t enough.”

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aliices:

She’d always had a slight dependency on her to do lists, but right now, they seemed to be the only thing keeping her afloat. Alice lived her days by checking off things she needed to do ( practice this charm, write that essay, go to that club meeting ). It kept her moving, kept her focused on the many tasks at hand. For the first time, she felt like she’d taken on too much — but even now, she was refusing to drop anything. Not Quidditch, not any of her classes, none of her clubs. She wasn’t going to give in to that; it’d mean she was crumbling, and she was not ready to admit that something like that was close to happening. The only thing she could admit to was that her temper was growing shorter with every day that passed. She was reminded of that when she was helping Madam Pince while fulfilling a few of her Head Girl duties. “I need EVERYONE to shut up!” Eyes flashed over a group of first years, who’d been giggling at what she supposed was a dirty drawing in a Transfiguration book. “Now. This is a LIBRARY, for Merlin’s sakes. Hush.”

“For someone who’s saying to hush, you’re awfully loud,” Lily teased, very lightly, hoping that her comment wasn’t the wrong one to make. Alice was one bad decision, one person being an idiot, one ‘I’m sorry for your loss’ away from going nuclear. She knew she was. Lily hoped she knew how to proceed, after all, their last interaction before rager shenanigans had been of Lily THROWING Alice’s precious coffee into a bush. Maybe she shouldn’t have been talking to Alice at all, but it was too late to take back the words she’d spoken. Plus she cared about her friend, she admired Alice in more ways than one, she only hoped to help carry the weight she must’ve been feeling. “Anyways, let me help with what Pince gave you to do, you seem stressed -- not that you’re not usually wound up -- but you’re not usually yelling at first years. If you need to get out of this or take a break from doing it, I’m sure Pince will understand.”

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ofsybills:

everything had gone bad so fast that sybill hadn’t even had a moment to process a passing thought. her vision of the attack –though she didn’t remember the vision itself, she had been told of its contents– had no time to function as a warning before it had actually occurred. and then everything just… happened. the castle was swept over by the aurors and sybill was taken in to be questioned due to the reputation of her family and the rumors that she was a seer just as cassandra had been. it felt like hours had passed in that room with the aurors and being questioned about the same things but in different ways as though that would make her change her answers. and when she was let go, she finally got a hold of a letter from her cousin reporting the death of her youngest cousin.

people needed her to be happy, she told herself. with something as big as this, people would need her to be their shoulder to cry on or the ear to listen to their sorrows or their pains or how shocked they were by all that had happened. they would need her to be the light that she usually was. but despite how many smiles she threw at people who were looking at her while she passed by them in the hall, the smiles were unable to reach her eyes, producing something hollow and fake that even she couldn’t fathom being comforting. 

the concept of time seemed to become nonexistent from the moment she travelled from the room where she’d been questioned to her lifting her legs up and sitting on the ledge of the astronomy tower. she’d discarded her shoes somewhere after she’d reached the top of the tower, though she couldn’t remember when or how she’d done it. her perception of time always seemed to flutter away whenever she had a vision, though she’d also been told that grief and sorrow could have the same consequences.

Lily could almost always count on Sybill being in the Astronomy Tower if she wasn’t where she could normally find her. So many people had lost their loved ones, so many people had been suffering in the castle & Lily was acutely in tune with it. Luckily, while the feelings could’ve easily drowned someone weaker, Lily was forced into action. She had the unique ability to turn pain into fuel, to turn anger into a driving force of good, something she was grateful for in moments like these. There had been so many people she checked on, so many people she’d checked in with, so many people she was taking care of and honestly? It was a welcome distraction from her personal drama, it was much more SIGNIFICANT than any of it too. Sybill hadn’t been someone she’d been able to connect with in the last few days, knowing she had too as soon as possible. There was an undeniable goodness that Lily felt from her, the other girl was someone Lily had unexpectedly grown close to. 

It was a much more scary sight tonight to see Sybill so close to the edge. She’d seen Sybill out of her mind before, something no one who was happy did -- that much she knew from the occasional times her mother would clean up after a very drunk Regis Evans. Instead of chastising, she simply sat next to her, her own legs over the edge, looking out at the stars, the landscape, easily seeing how someone could lose track of time sitting there. How they could easily forget themselves, falling into the ABYSS that was the dark night sky. 

“Hey you,” Lily smiled, admiring Sybill now, the girl in front of her was as brilliant as the moon, radiant as the stars that shone above. Did she know she was? Lily hoped she did. “When shit is horrible, you really admire ... this don’t you? I feel like I’m seeing the sky for the first time. If only we had some grass.” Letting some time pass before she spoke again, Lily looked back at Sybill, more seriously this time. “If you want to talk, anything, I’m here. Seriously, I know you’re up in that mind of yours QUITE a lot but you don’t have to be right now. You’re not alone.”

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“Alright you’d better open that FUCKING door, it’s been two hours and I know there has to be some rules against holding a minor for that long when she’s not actually done jack shit!” Lily catapulted from her seat, trying to push past the Aurors’ guarding the door to this particular dungeon they had taken Glenda in for interrogation. She was two hours past livid now into explosive reaching volcanic proportions -- she was extremely close to pulling out her wand, as stupid as it sounded to do against two trained Aurors. Only managing to get a hard smack on the door, Lily was pushed back into her position in front of the door, back resting against the cobblestone wall that lined this particular hallway.

Maybe it was the fact that she knew how this song and dance went on in the muggle world, maybe it was the fact that she saw so much of herself in Glenda ( @glvnda ) -- maybe it was the fear of losing someone to this war, permanently, happening in a place she had come to find as home. Someone she cared about, someone who didn’t deserve it. In a DESPERATE attempt to find faith in the worst & most frightening of situations, Lily sent prayers to a God she barely practiced to spare Glenda’s life. Please, God, let Glenda survive this. Let her live.

Lily continued to stare at the door as if her glare alone could rip it off his hinges, knocking both of the Aurors unconscious. “You can’t keep her in there forever! I’ll make sure all of you idiots make it to Azkaban if you kill a STUDENT. You want to say Dumbledore’s a bloody villain? That’s he’s horrible and all of the other bullshit The Prophet likes to spin nowadays? This is unethical and unlawful, you’re worse than what all of you think Dumbledore might be. You are all so SO much worse just taking orders she’s a fucking child. Let. Her. Go.” Lily felt her voice starting to go hoarse from all the screaming she was doing, but she didn’t care. She would find a way to do sonorus if she had to. “The Wizarding World is just as bad in terms of law enforcement as the MUGGLES half of you inbred idiots HATE. If not worse.”

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charity-bxrbage:

Deciding to keep her head down, Charity positioned herself by the edge of the fire where she could watch the flicker of the flames and hear the fire pop. She was lost within her own thoughts, eyes wide as she stared into the heart of the fire, imagining shapes shifting through the burning heat. “Huh?” she started, hearing someone address her. “Oh, sorry… I was in my own little world then. Did you bring me a drink?”

“I did bring you a drink Sweet Charity,” Lily smiled, holding out the cup of Butterbeer to Charity, going to sit down next to her. The location she was sitting in was a beautiful one, it was never a wonder why man had been so obsessed with fire. It was one of the most calming and enchanting things to watch. “Nothing too crazy though, just something nice and bubbly. Fun. If you’d like something crazier I can definitely get you that though. Anyways, penny for your thoughts?”

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blytheparkins:

“I still don’t know how you convinced me to drink that,” Blythe giggled, capping the bottle that secretly held only water. “What’s next? Spin the bottle? Truth or dare?”

“I feel like you already played your own game of truth and dare drinking whatever was in that bottle. What’d they said it had? Moonshine? Who’s even got moonshine here at Hogwarts?” Lily finished off her own drink, “I’m never playing spin the bottle again after what happened fourth year. Truth or dare though? I can definitely get on board with that. Truth or dare, Blythe?”

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lupnrems:

       remus’ features contorted into a look of great shock and offence as lily pushed to the front of the small crowd, his hand falling to his chest for greater emphasis. “ you dare accuse me of messing with the sacred laws of beer pong? i am SHOCKED miss evans, truly. ” shaking his head, he let his hand fall, suppressing a smile to hide the truth that he was, indeed, a big fat cheater. “ oh, don’t be ridiculous — jamie doesn’t have a cheating bone in his body. he can pity me all he wants, he would never rig a game. goodness me, it’s like you don’t even know him at all! ” finally cracking a smile, he threw the ball across the table, letting his palm fall back with a quiet SLAM to ensure peter still knew what he was doing. “ you go first, crazy-kins. but know that i have learnt from the assured best — you’re going down. ”

“J'accuse, Remus, J’accuse! We both know you’re the most sneaky sneaker here, Peter would never betray me and I could’ve sworn I saw Sirius skinny dipping or something. James is the last ponce standing and MAYBE I don’t know him but I do know this -- he’d cheat for you! Who’d you have brew that Felix Felicis for then, hm?” Lily went to catch the ball, sticking her tongue as she gave Remus a face. The large smack on the table was obviously a ploy to distract her, to make sure she wasn’t focused. “If the best is anyone other than MYSELF, you haven’t learnt from the best now, have you?” Her face focused, her stance vertical to the table as she took aim -- throwing the ball, it missed. “I threw that one to give you the advantage, Lupin.”

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oliviuhparkinson:

       olivia pushed a small, almost pained looking smile on her features in response, a small nod the only sign of YOU’RE WELCOME that the gryffindor was going to get. turning on her heel preparing to leave ( she’d considered the conversation done by now ), she grimaced when lily continued, slowly turning back to face her with the smile now completely gone. lily evans was not exactly her favourite person in the world, and she thought that perhaps the feelings were reciprocated — if only the muggleborn would now shut up. “ i suppose they’re here to have fun, ” she replied, turning back to the chaos of the party and scrunching her nose at the sight of a fifth year puking their guts up in the corner. “ perhaps their idea of fun is a little different to ours — yours. ” because she did not wish to associate herself with her. looking back at lily, she pushed the pained smile again. “ yes, you’re welcome, i suppose. just don’t go accepting any offerings you might receive, now. ”

Of course, the conversation couldn’t stay pleasant with Olivia acting like she usually did. It seemed as if her inebriated self had gotten too hopeful in thinking that they could actually have a conversation, Lily’s body language starting to match Olivia’s. Her arms crossed, stance back towards the party, her eyes no longer looking at the Slytherin.

“I’ll make sure to listen to your advice since I know how much you care about my safety & wellbeing,” she quipped, moving away finally to inspect the rest of snack table. 

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gwenogjs:

“You wouldn’t want to go there,” Gwen voiced out to the person while chilling on a giant log. “A sixth year just threw up his lunch. Someone cleaned it up but the horrible stench polluted the entire area.”

Lily groaned, “why didn’t anyone just use a simple anti odor charm? I guess common sense goes away when you’re blasted.” Standing there, she debated going over, giving a look to Gwen, “do you know the exact area? I’m sure I can send a few charms its way so no one has to go through that.”

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glvnda:

“Do you think it’s TOO late to switch houses?,” wondered Glenda as she chewed on a small piece of one of the many muffins in front of her, her fingers playing with the wrapper before she tore off another bite. “I want to be a damn Hufflepuff, share my common room with the people in charge of this food, ‘cause it’s fucking amazing, man.” 

"Fucking hell, Glen, I know! Maybe at the next BSU meeting, we can discuss a protest. Change some school rules because I feel like they must be teaching the Puffs something like VOODOO to get this food this good,” Lily was usually the most picky eater, but tonight she’d been eating almost everything she could get her hands on. The food was divine. Otherworldly. “What should I eat next? You pick. Anything except for pot infused snacks. I’ve probably had a bit too much, probably inhaled one of them already for all I know.”

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thatarithmancywitch:

Septima tried not to giggle. It was obvious that Lily was being sincere- not that she wasn’t usually so… well… tipsy. “Secret, huh?” She let a smile crack onto her face, the traces of concern slowly vanishing as she got more at ease. If Lily wasn’t worried, why should she be? It wasn’t very likely that Professor Sprout and a small army of mandrakes would march on the party like Lily had said, so she might as well have fun. “Alright, alright, I’m done worrying- I swear. Point me in the direction of fun.”

Lily went to wrap an arm around Septima, smiling as she started to explain the different parts of the party, pointing & explaining the different parts in a very animated fashion. “Now over there is the most RIGGED game of beer pong you’ll ever play in your life, so I suggest some of the other drinking games, unless you fancy getting plastered while losing. Then, we’ve got ... uh... right! We’ve got food, it’s really good and I’m real picky eater. There’s also a real nice bonfire going on, there’s some s’mores but the one I keep going to is the one Hestia made up. The PHOTO BOOTH. How about we go there? We can immortalize this moment when you stopped giving a fuck and started having fun.”

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persephoneavery:

Although Persephone had indulged in her fair share of weed throughout the last few years, with her current state of mind she felt that it wasn’t exactly the best decision she could ever make. “Of course! Help yourself but don’t worry about paying me back…I mean..They are muggle ones, I’ve always preferred them.”

Immediately, Lily’s defenses went down, her tone softened and she smiled. Honestly? She was beyond relieved as she went to sit down next to Persephone. “I’ll pay you back, but, thank you. It’s good to know that you’ve always preferred muggle though -- means you’ve got TASTE. How’s the party so far for you? I hope you’re having fun. It’s been a nice night for me, mostly. “