She stood knee deep in the lake, breaking off pieces of bread and tossing far enough for where she can see yet far for the squid to feel comfortable in coming close to surface. She was so close to being able to actually pet the creature, she was practically buzzing with excitement. That was until a splash was heard behind her and the dark creature sunk into the darkness of the lake. “You imbecile.” She yelled, tossing the unused bread into the water and whipping her head to look at the culprit. “I have spent the entire school year getting close to him and yet you ruined months of progress.” @petrificusstarter·
❛ Excuse me — ❜ Lily stood up from her position against the tree nearest the lake, crossing her arms over her chest as she moved closer to the shore. ❛ — That is no way to speak to a first year. He was just trying to enjoy the water, the same as you. It’s not his fault it took you so long to make a connection with a squid. ❜ Tossing the young Ravenclaw boy a smile, Lily watched as he nodded her way before scurrying out of the water, away from Farrah, before turning her scowl back to the Slytherin.
。·:✧:· BREATH QUICKENING WITH each soar around the hoops he made, James tried to nail this technique he’d been practicing for the game. He’d read about it in some old books, a technique that not many players used anymore. If he could figure this out, they might have a chance at not only winning, but definitely having a pretty cool game. But he was exhausted and still hadn’t managed to come out of the double-loop-spiral the book described. Flying down, he headed inside, going right to the Great Hall for food before the game. If he was going to make it through, he’d need a good meal. Filling his plate with a pile of food and a large cup of coffee, he started shoving bacon into his mouth. “What’re you looking at me like that for? I’ve got to load up before the game, so I have energy!”
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Lily shrugged, returning her eyes to her own plate. She hadn’t meant to stare, it was just that he was being quite... aggressive with his food. ❛ I’m glad to see it, ❜ She replied, pouring herself a second mug full of tea. ❛ We really need you to win this match. But I would be careful, if I were you — too much and you might start to feel sluggish. ❜ Lily didn’t usually offer such calm, free-handed advice to the likes of James Potter. But the thing was, she had always been quite invested in Quidditch, and she would be lying if she said James wasn’t an incredible asset to the team. Personal grudges aside, she would help him if she could.
“it’s alright – i think everyone is on edge” he shrugged, sitting himself down – it was no joke, ever since the supposed meeting, it had all hit close to home.
“do you want to talk about it?” he wasn’t oblivious to what other commitments may entail too and yet he knew what it was like to keep those secrets close to his heart, “ah the match – i’ve got to say, it might just be a close one–”
lily’s quill tickled the bottom of her chin as frank took a seat opposite her. did she want to talk about it? frankly, she wasn’t so sure. lily never had been very good at talking about the tough stuff --- she was far better suited as the listener --- but she did feel as though she was bursting, and this was only frank. ❛ suppose i’m nervous about that meeting... ❜ she began, placing her quill down on the table so that she could tie her fingers together out of nervous habit. ❛ it doesn’t exactly inspire feelings of safety, does it? and i just... i feel like we should be doing more, y’know? ❜
lily scoffed, a teasing smirk taking hold her of her features. ❛ close? no way. gryffindor’s gonna knock this one out of the park, for sure. ❜
“you’re begrudging compliance is much appreciated.” he smirked, setting his bag down where she’d made room and pulling out his work and a quill. “right, but i have a free period so i’ve got some time to do some last minute polishing.” he looked at her, wondering why she cared really. “but thanks for your concern.”
lily’s eyes rolled beneath the curl of hair that was shielding her face from her new study buddy. ❛ yeah, you’re welcome, ❜ she muttered. finally looking up at his last statement, she sighed yet again. ❛ don’t go taking it as too much of a compliment, i simply couldn’t bear to sit back and watch someone skip class to polish an assignment for that very class which they skipped. it seemed ridiculous. ❜ keeping her eyes on the slytherin, lily pursed her lips together and thought for a moment before continuing. ❛ why are you out here with an unpolished essay anyway? couldn’t you do this in your dorm, or with your friends? i’m sure i saw frank pass through her just a moment ago --- ❜
she paused and looked at lily, a bit confused. “i posted it half an hour ago, someone had a last minute request to switch but i’m sure it’s in your dorm by now. —” she pulled a piece of parchment from her bag “here’s another copy just in case, let me know if there are any issues.”
❛ oh. ❜ lily reached for the parchment madeline had offered her, gingerly taking it in her fingers so as not to appear as though she were snatching it. ❛ sorry. ❜ lily hovered over the head girl for a moment, eyes scanning the ink on the parchment before they returned to the slytherin. ❛ i have been meaning to ask, though --- do you think it’s so safe that prefects should be patrolling after dark these days? i mean, what with the rumours that have been going around, can we be so sure that the halls are even safe? ❜ lily approached the subject with caution --- really she wanted to say that it wasn’t safe because some students couldn’t be trusted, and who was to say what they were doing after dark in the empty halls? ( perhaps even the head girl herself... )
“i was hoping for you know, just a simple hello – maybe have a quick chat with my favourite redhead”
“how have you been lily?”
lily’s shoulders relaxed as she offered frank an apologetic smile. ❛ sorry frankie, i didn’t realise it was you. ❜ pushing aside the mess of books and parchment on the table, the gryffindor gestured at the space she had made, offering him a seat.
❛ i’m okay, albeit a little on edge. staying on top of my studies, and prefect duties and uh... other commitments, and there’s the quidditch match tomorrow, i mean, it’s enough to get any girl a little stressed, isn’t it? ❜
“is this room privately booked for studying or —?” he had no intention of bothering anyone else but he needed to check over his work quickly before class, he hadn’t had a chance to double check it as he’d fallen asleep and been too busy since. “i only need a few minutes anyway.”
a gentle sigh escaped lily’s lips as she looked up at rabastan, trying as best she could not to appear as frustrated as she felt. ❛ i suppose not, ❜ she admitted through pursed lips, pushing some of her books aside to make room for him at the end of the table. ❛ have your few minutes. although i should tell you, classes started exactly one minute ago, so if you’re polishing up for something due now, you’re terribly last minute and unfortunately late. ❜
❛ is there something i can help you with? ❜ lily didn’t bother moving from her position bent over her potions essay when she heard someone coming up behind her --- she was determined to get it finished before her next class in an hour, and they were only going to distract her.
“listen, i’d love to help but i am trying to study. so what seems to be the issue?”
❛ it’s about the after-hours patrol roster, ❜ lily began, skipping over the part where she apologised for interrupting. ❛ i noticed next week’s hasn’t been completed yet, so i was wondering if there was an update. ❜
❛ her mother told her she could grow up to be anything she wanted be, so she grew up to become the strongest of the strong, the strangest of the strange, the wildest of the wild, the wolf leading wolves. ❜
( ciswoman | she/her | madelaine petsch ) — isn’t that LILY EVANS? yeah that is them, sitting there at the GRYFFINDOR table with those other SIXTH years. when sybill looks into that crystal ball of hers, she sees he sweet smell of rain after a storm, heart shaped cookies burning in an oven, promising forever only to be met with the end of the world, initials carved into trees that you wish would burn, smudged eyeliner, stacks and stacks of unread books. anyway i’ve heard they’re pretty DYNAMIC, HEADSTRONG, and DOMINEERING. apparently they’re A MEMBER FOR THE LIGHT and MUGGLEBORN but i’m sure that’s not related.
character inspiration: jane villanueva (jane the virgin), claire randall (outlander), amy santiago (brooklyn nine-nine), erin (derry girls), donna pinciotti (that ‘70s show), shirley crain (the haunting of hill house)
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BIOGRAPHY
the evans family, circa 1960 — practically perfect in every way. xavier evans was rising in the ranks of his job as a bank teller; petunia evans had recently learned how to walk and spent most of her time prancing around the small cokeworth estate; and annabelle evans had just given birth to the most beautiful baby girl, lily. nothing here could possibly go wrong.
and for the longest time, nothing did. little lily grew up in a household full of smiles, forming a particularly strong bond with her older sister and learning to love only in the largest of doses. for five years, the evans family were so picture-perfect you might have even thought it fake, but no amount of love could ever be pretend with this small bunch - they simply knew that happiness was around every corner and chased it with all the childlike optimism the world had to offer.
it was once lily turned five that things took a turn for the worse. the little toddler’s happiness and excitement could no longer be contained in such a small body and so instead decided to lash out on the house. beds floating, cats hurtling across the room, the bushes out the front blooming with red in the middle of winter. the simple and mundane had suddenly become anything but - lily jane evans was a witch.
but of course, that wouldn’t be explained for at least another three years. from the ages of five to eight, xavier and annabelle liked to believe that it was miracles that followed their beautiful baby girl. petunia, however, was not so forgiving. she feared for what her freak of a sister was capable of, but for the most part, she kept her fears to herself. her sister was still her sister, after all, and she would still try her best to love her as before.
it was in the summer of 1968 that lily first met severus snape. an odd little boy from the bad side of town, as petunia liked to call him. lily simply preferred to call him her best friend. lily and severus got on like a house on fire for the simple fact that severus seemed to be the only one who truly understood her. it was severus that first explained to lily what she truly was, and lily wholeheartedly believed him. petunia, of course, was furious for how the greasy little boy drove a wedge between her and her sister and was even more horrified to learn of what he was telling her - no one could do magic. not really. lily and severus were simple freaks.
the first time petunia called lily a freak, lily cried herself to sleep. what could possibly drive her sister, one of her closest friends, to say such a thing? she wasn’t lying. she really could do magic, and it was beautiful. and yet petunia refused to believe it, and for that, lily was devastated. all she wanted was to share her gifts with her sister and instead her gifts were exactly what drove them apart.
lily always lived to regret how she handled this gradual separation. her fervent heart turned quickly from love to anger, furious that petunia refused to share this gift with her, but of course she should’ve realised that it was still enough to love without magic getting in the way. she feels as though she shoved her magic in her sisters face in retaliation for how petunia acted and that is why petunia hates her, and if she could go back in time and pretend magic was nothing all for the sake of the sister, perhaps she would.
when minerva mcgonagall knocked on the evans’ door to explain to the family that magic really was real, lily couldn’t really say she was surprised. after all, sev had told her this day would come. she was over and done with the surprise and confusion and was now able to be wholly and completely ecstatic for her start at school.
what she didn’t expect, however, was to be torn away from her best friend on the first day. severus had explained the house system to her before, and she’d always wished to be in the house of the ferocious lions, she just hadn’t realised how polarising it would be to be a lion and to love a snake. for a while, she was seen once again as a freak, this time to her peers, and this time for many reasons: one, for fraternizing with the enemy, and two, for being a muggleborn.
just as when she had been called a freak the first time, lily cried when she was first called a mudblood. where had she gone wrong? severus had described hogwarts as somewhere magical, somewhere inviting, a home away from home, and yet here she was just as equally criticized, ostracized, and bullied as back at cokeworth. severus ended up being her only friend for months as she tried to find a way to fit in, and a part of her almost resented him for that.
but of course, lily jane evans is not just going to sit back and accept a terrible fate. lily jane evans is a fighter, first and foremost. lily jane evans fought tooth and nail to be accepted within hogwarts, to be loved and, most of all, to be respected. and it didn’t take long for this to come true. lily was bright and cheery and had all the boisterous enthusiasm of her housemates, and for that reason, she finally found friends outside of severus.
slowly, these friends became her best. they surpassed that of her sister, that of severus, and became her main priority. severus was not forgotten, of course, though perhaps he liked to act like he was. lily tried to keep their friendship alight for the first few years, but it was far too clear in this context that lily evans and severus snape were from two different worlds - they didn’t fit. they drifted and drifted until fifth year came - and everything came crashing down.
hearing severus call her that was not just heartbreaking, it was blood boiling. lily thought that she could trust this boy, this friend who had been there for her since she was eight, but that clearly wasn’t the case. he was done with her, and she was more than done with him.
now in her sixth year, some like to say that lily’s loud-mouth activism for muggleborns and half-bloods is a way to get back at severus - but that’s not ever even crossed her mind. when lily punches a slytherin for calling her a mudblood, or screams at a purist for spitting on a younger student, it is not severus she is thinking of. it is all those months she spent by herself, feeling ostracised by the community she was supposed to belong to, only to realise she was just as strong, if not stronger than anyone else. lily is proudly on the side of the resistance because she knows what it’s like to be hated for your blood - and she won’t stop until every purist scum is wiped off the face of the earth.
MISCELLANEOUS
lily has a very black and white way of looking at the world. to her, there is good and there is bad, and you choose which one you are. a good example of this is what happened with severus - for the whole time she’d known him, lily had thought severus to be a good person, no matter his house or his limited supply of friends. he might’ve been odd but he was good, but the moment he called her a mudblood, something in her switched, and severus was bad. she went from trying to talk to him every day to never talking to him again, from viewing him as her best friend even in the toughest of situations to her worst enemy. lily feels everything very strongly (love, hate, anger etc.) and this only feeds this somewhat toxic way of thinking. basically - don’t cross lily. she will write you off in a second.
the only exception to this rule is petunia dursley - push and push and push enough and lily understands that petunia is not wholly good, but she cannot bring herself to say her sister is wholly bad either. lily wasn’t invited to her sisters wedding, she hasn’t even so much as met vernon yet because petunia refuses to see her, and yet still lily would drop everything if it meant she could spend the day with her sister. it’s very complicated. yikes!
another note: lily starts to move away from this type of thinking when she gets closer to james and realises that maybe her impressions of people are wrong but… we have to wait and see that one out, don’t we!
after the incident in which severus called her a mudblood, lily has become a lot less trusting of people’s intentions. there is a tension bubbling in this exciting and mystical world she is now a part of and some people are always going to be on the wrong side - and she might not even know it. and so she is cautious, she chooses her friends carefully, she doesn’t get close. that’s just how it is.
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