a mess of beautiful contradictions make her whole, she wears fire for skin but a storm lives in her soul. lily evans journalist. twenty. seeker of truth. mudblood & proud.
Daisy couldnât pin point what had brought her into the Leaky Cauldron but at the sight of Lily she wandered over to say hello, almost smirking at the mess that lay in front of her. âWhatâre you doinâ Lil?â They question, handing the paper back. âWorking away?â
âDaise!â Lilyâs face cleared up at the sight of Daisy. âIâve got a deadline in ...â She checked her watch. âAbout two hours, and Iâm getting bloody nowhere.â She closed her laptop, gestured at a chair across of her. âCome, sit. Dâya want coffee? Tea?â
If he was entirely honest, being a bartender wasnât his dream job. Really, who woke up one morning, thinking âI want to be a bartender when I grow up!â Keegan certainly didnât, but it was the only job he could think of doing for now. Anything else, heâd just feel like heâd be doing it for his parents, and he was getting tired of that. In any case, it was his job now, and he was trying his best at it. Just like now, sticking a kinda fake smile before looking at the person that just sat at the counter. âSo, what can I get ya tonight?â
Bleeding hell, it was getting cold. Lily liked summer and spring, not this horrid weather that was supposed to be fall. Sure, the orange leaves matched nicely with her hair, and she liked Halloween and the holidays enough, but still, if this cold weather was the prize ... she wasnât sure she wanted to pay it. And so, she was in desperate need of a butterbeer, something to heat up her body and wake her up again. Sheâd sunken down at the bar, let out a big sigh, and turned venomous when she was faced with Keegan Mulciber. âA different bartender, maybe? Is Rosmerta around? Or literally anyone else?â
Sheâd occupied most of her table at the Leaky Cauldron with her belongings without even having noticed it until it was done. There were pens all over, as well as coloured markers and loose notes and Lily blushed, for a second, embarrassed at her disorganisation. Soon enough, she started shoving her belongings on a pile, only to push of a sheet of paper off the table. âHey --- think you could get that for me?,â she asked a passerby, nodding at the paper at their feet. âYouâll have my everlasting gratitude.â
sirius black was known for his hair- or, at least, he was known for being known for his hair. back in the days of yore ( read: hogwarts ) he was recognizable by his jet black locks that just barely grazed his shoulders and smelled of too-strong-earthy-toned shampoo. as of yesterday those those signature tresses had been formally banished down the drain of the rusty sink in the bathroom of his low-rent flat. he hadnât had short hair since heâd first moved out of black manor and walburga would forcibly, and violently, chop his hair off to make into a presentable pureblooded dirtbag, or something. but the winds- or a bottle of rum and half a pack of cigarettes- called for a change. so, with a stubborn pair of scissors and charged with nicotine and alcohol, and an unmatchable particularly sirius-like level of confidence and lack of self-control, he turned himself into the close-cropped-boy he had never been before. drunk sirius didnât dwell on his looks too much, drunk sirius was well versed in preoccupying himself. but sober sirius? sober sirius dwelled, dwelled, and then had a cigarette or ten and dwelled some more. he looked like a twat, didnât he ? a right fuckingâŠscrub. he runs his hands through his new do, mussing it this way and that, staring at his reflection with such an intensity youâd think the glass of the window he was using as mirror might just shatter on the spot. âleast iâve still got my rogueish good looks,â he mumbles, partially to himself- âright?â he turns to the person nearest, as if theyâd squeeze his cheeks and call him the most handsome boy on the block. ânot to mention my charm and exquisite wandwork,â all visible reflections of self-doubt vanish, as he winks at his mirror image.
âPlease let me fix that.â Lily stared at Sirius with wide eyes and a hint of amusement curling her lips. She wouldnât laugh, she wouldnât bloody laugh. She wasnât sure what had happened to Siriusâ luscious locks, was saddened to see them gone, understood the pride he wore for his hair. She did the same, after all ( and how could she not, with her red-as-fire hair? ). âJust ... make it a bit more ... neat. Or normal. Or acceptable. Oh god, you didnât cut it with kitchen scissors, did you?âÂ
She laughed, then, unable to help herself. âYouâre as handsome as ever, Sirius, donât worry. Itâs just gonna get some getting used to.â Lily patted his shoulder, linked her arm with his and leaned against him a little. âNothing will ever destroy your good looks. Iâll stop praising you, now, âcause Iâll make James jealous, but trust me --- youâre still a fitty.âÂ
It was late when Gideon finally took a seat infront of the bar. He had a fresh bruise on his forehead, the product of a surprise raid but it was something he was used to by this point. His nerves were still zinging with adrenaline when he ordered a drink for himself, lighting up a cigarette as he felt eyes on him and his eyes immediately snapped to them. âNeed something?â
Working in a crowded area always worked better for Lily, somehow. She enjoyed taking her laptop and notebook to bars and cafes and type, there, rather than at home or at the office, and what she enjoyed even more, was staying there once she was done and drinking a few more beers with whoever was around. That day, it seemed that Gideon Prewett belonged to that group of people, and she grinned when she saw him appear in the pub. âA greeting, a hug, maybe? Something close to human interaction?,â she asked, grinning slightly, before nodding at his bruise. âDoes the other guy look worse?â
âIâm pregnant, not on the verge of death!â Alice started, eyebrows raised at the other. Of course, she did take her pregnancy very seriously, but if she was still allowed to work, then what bad could a little, tiny adventure could be? âCome on, youâre not going to let me go alone? I mean, if youâre really that scared for me.â
âOne day, all these reckless souls are gonna kill me. Just watch, Alice. Itâll be the end of me.â Lily shook her head, but was unable to hide a hint of a smile. âIâll come with you, of course, but not âcause I think you wonât be able to do it by yourself. I just miss you, and I need an excuse to catch up with you. Now, whatâre we doing?â
     âYeah, thereâs no way Iâm going to share this,â Emmeline wrinkled her nose playfully at her new companion and took a rather large bite of her chocolate cake before she pushed the plate between them both. âGo on, before I change my mind again.â
  âOh, hell yes,â said Lily, snatching a fork from the empty table next to them and digging it in the cake. She let out a soft moan as she put the bite in her mouth, closing her eyes. âThatâs bloody heavenly. I might have to get a piece of my own, actually.â
Robert frequented the pub regularly over the last few months. Through word of mouth, he heard that this was the place to be amongst his own kind, and when he crossed the shabby, little door and sat in the teetering, almost broken stool, he ordered a drink and glanced around. He was always vigilant, though he suspected only a complete idiot would ever coerce on private matters here. It was too crowded, and there were too many ears.
The agent took a sip from his drink and went to stand to wander somewhere else in the pub when he felt his chair bump into the person behind him. He turned around, smiling apologetically. âHey, sorry about that. So many people are here tonight. Iâve never seen it this busy on a Tuesday before.â
She didnât mind crowds. In all honesty, Lily lived for places with loads of people, especially pubs. The fact that everyone gathered there, to have fun, to get shitfaced, to listen to some proper music --- it was just good, in her mind. Sure, an elbow might get shoved in your ribs every now and then, and it was bleeding hot, but it was worth it.
It was a good evening, that night. She was out with some colleagues, celebrating the oncoming weekend and another workday done ( though journalism never slept, if you asked her and her workmates ). When someone bumped into her chair, she barely registered it until she heard an apology. Turning around in her chair, she grinned, shaking her head. âDonât worry âbout it, it happens. Iâm still in one piece, and all. It is mad busy here tonight, but the vibeâs good, eh?â
Regulus grabbed his ice-cream (a Fortescue concoction created to warm the personâs insides to fight the bitterness of the November air) and meandered back into the alley, stopping only a few paces to lean against the cool brick of the neighboring building. His mother had believed it would be beneficial for the young Black to be seen, but no one even batted an eye in his direction. Not that he cared. He didnât want to be in this bloody place to begin with.
With one quick glance at his mother, who was entering a shop alongside Kreacher, he darted from his position, and when he felt he was far enough away, he peered over his shoulder, only to slam into a body. His ice-cream fell to the pavement and slightly smeared onto his white jumper. He rounded with a sneer and through gritted teeth, he said, âwatch where youâre going, you stupid git.â
Lily Evans was not usually clumsy. She knew how to use her head and how to avoid getting swallowed whole by her thoughts, knew how to keep her two feet steady on the ground. Some days, however, she was tired, her mind plagued with exhaustion from Order work and deadlines. So maybe she didnât pay as much attention as she should while walking Diagon Alley --- sue her.
And then she crashed into someone, who at second glance looked all too familiar, and Lily let out an, âOops!,â while taking a step back from Regulus. At his words, she frowned, then grinned, then frowned again. It reminded her a bit of Sirius, but a lot more of what she should expect from his brother. âSame could be said for you, I suppose. Sorry âbout your ice cream, though --- Iâd buy you a new one, if you hadnât called me a ... what was it now? I donât exactly recall.â She looked at the ice cream at their feet. âBit cold to be eating that, anyway.â
bubble bubble toil and trouble / i heard rumors that [ lily evans ] is part of [ the order ] ! [ she ] is/are [ a cis woman ] and [ twenty ] ! they are often mistaken for [ ludovica martino ] and known to be [ assertive and overemotional ] ! i wonder if theyâll survive the war.
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CHARACTER PARALLELS:Â lois lane ( dc ), jane sloan ( the bold type ), katarina stratford ( 10 things i hate about you ), leslie knope ( parks and rec ), donna pinciotti ( that 70s show ), sam ( the perks of being a wallflower ), trish walker ( jessica jones ).
HISTORY
lily is born late january, 1960, as the second child to jonathan and miranda evans, a pair of muggles who have found the perfect balance between standing out and being ordinary. she grows up running after ( and sometimes in front of ) her sister, petunia, her best friend for most of her youth. her father works as a bank teller and â like many â hates his job. her mother is a stay at home mum, who mostly spends her free time tending to the familyâs garden â their pride and joy.
lily has many memories of that garden. plucking flowers for her teachers, playing hide and seek, digging through the dirt with her tiny fingers, having barbecueâs and picknicks, laughing at her fatherâs deep hum of a voice as he complains about customers, crying in her motherâs arms when she scuffed her knees.
so life was ordinary and happy and simple. sure, lily was able to make flowers grow with a touch of her fingers if she concentrated deeply and caused small explosions when she raged ( which was often â lily was an energetic child, but an explosive one, too ). they explained it away with laughter, and kept on living. and then there was severus, whom she met when she was nine, who explained it all.
lily was a witch, and she loved it. she didnât quite understand it, but she loved it. her parents seemed enthusiastic enough, too, even if they didnât start believing it until a witch showed up on their doorstep. severus was a new friend, someone whoâd help her brave this new world. and petunia ⊠petunia was withering away from her life, slowly taking steps back and back until things seemed beyond repair.
going to hogwarts was confusing, at first. when she stepped on that train, something between her and petunia was changed forever, and lily shed a few tears before she met up with severus. once arrived, she was sorted in gryffindor in a matter of seconds. honestly, i donât know what to say about hogwarts what wasnât stated in canon â lily was a great student?? loved learning, had natural skills, was charming, etc. she wasnât perfect, of course â she was prone to starting debates in class, to going on tangents, cursed quickly and easily and very ⊠creatively
what iâm trying to say is she definitely wasnât a goody two shoes?? yes, she cared about her education, but no, she was no stickler to the rules. lily was and is a firecracker, someone with fire, and there were plenty of times when she chose to disregard rules, or to go against what was asked for her. not out of spite or just because, always for a good reason, but still. also got into plenty of fights, mostly verbal, mostly with purists, but also with plenty of other people.
lily excelled in charms and potions, specifically. was a big fan of herbology as well, and transfiguration merely bc of mcgonagall.
and then, things seemed to shift. severus called her a mudblood. he was the only person whoâd been part of her life before and during hogwarts, and now she couldnât look at him any more without feeling nauseous. tensions were rising all around her, too. lily started wearing her blood status as a badge of pride even more than before. she became unforgiving and angry and determined to see change. she worked hard in her classes and worked hard on her friendships and tried not to combust with her rage.
and she somehow fell for james potter too, what a fucking tool. both of them. ugh. such a sappy story!!! but yes. they became a thing, and i stan.
lily graduated and had no clue where to go, until it dawned on her â her voice, her anger, her need to find truth: she could use that all. screw having a particularly magical job; lily applied at up and coming news site and magazine lumos and started interning there the summer after graduation. lily as a journalist is very important to me. her whole need for truth is in all honesty the most important thing about her so excuse me as i am about to go on a RANT.
i mean, lily herself is honest. brutally so. she canât lie, either, and barely ever sees cause to. itâs partly just nature, but also a bit of nurture, i think. her sister, for example, so caught up in her lies and her wish for perfection seems altogether untrue because of it. severus, who hid true thoughts from her. her father, who never told his customers how annoyed he truly was. so many blood purists in the world, keeping their views carefully quiet. this war is based on lies. the world wizards live in is based on lies, and lily hates it. she seeks truth, always has, always will. itâs part curiosity, part anger.
her job as a journalist allows her to seek truth. it also allows her to cover the war, to talk about it, to hold interviews and seek out sources, to think of good questions, to be critical and empathetic and clever. all things lily likes and loves and wants to do.
lily also joined the order. i mean, what other option was there to fight? her family, her friends, she herself â everyone was in danger because of this damn war. there was no bone in her body that thought about sitting still, and when she was approached about the order, she didnât think twice before saying yes. there is no way that lily ever accept the reality these death eaters want. no way. sheâll die before she sees that happen.
where her and james are at is still something iâm discussing with liz, but theyâre def happily in love! lily is about to get pregnant too and sheâs going to freak
CURRENTLY & PERSONALITY
okay so i know iâve mentioned lilyâs anger a lot, and i think thatâs an important thing to talk about? lily is a very feeling person. sheâs compassionate and kind and empathetic. she cares about others, and does so easily. she does so deeply. and she feels deeply too, always has. she cries easily, laughs easily, rages easily. combine those two things and the fact that thereâs a war going on thatâs fueled by such sickening bigotry ⊠well, of course sheâs fucking angry. her anger comes from her kindness, it comes from her compassion and her warmth. her motivation isnât her anger, per se â itâs her wish to see the world different, to see it be good, but her anger is a huge drive.
lily loves muggle shit so much. she came into the lumos office and dropped a whole lot of muggle office supplies on her desk and said: âif i cant work on paper then im walkingâ and they were like ⊠dude its ok lol wtf. sheâs kind of very extra abt it but in this current economy sheâs so set on being PROUD of being a muggleborn and she just loves muggle stuff too â i mean, wizarding fashion is Nothing compared to mom jeans and plaid shirts??? she loves muggle music too, especially indiepop and classic rock and just everything by Cool Ladies.
was raised catholic and still practices it but in a v liberal and modern way because she has seen a lot that with the more traditional views. so yeah, her thoughts on religion and especially the way itâs practised have shifted a lot. she still prays, goes to church every now and then ( but definitely not ever sunday ) and sticks with it, even if itâs hard to cling to faith when the world looks the way it does.
cannot cook to save her life, help her
a big fan of white wine and rose, lolol. will also drink loads of beer if the occasion calls for it. a fun drunk, but also a mama bird when drunk, holding back your hair and drying your tears.
honestly lily is slightly dramatic, full of rage and a downright good person. such a good friend, holy shit. so blunt. so extra. so loving. dances and fights through life. laughs wildly and loudly. gives great hugs. supports blanket forts, always. loves loves loves.
