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where: David Buchanan’s residence who: Isaac Buchanan and Lily Evans ( @mcrningevans )

With Isaac being back home, everything was supposed to be familiar but it wasn’t. It wasn’t where he used to live in the last year. That place was burned down, he was told. But it was the house where he grew up. David’s house. His father’s house. His home. Isaac often found himself wandering around, looking at the rooms, waiting for some memory to come crashing it. But none ever did.

Isaac was sitting alone in the living room, browsing through the photos on the mantle when he heard a knock on the door. David was at work so it would be up to Isaac to turn them away. It wasn’t the first time someone tried to get to talk to him. Journalists, independent investigators, and other shady characters have tried to talk to him but David turned them all down. Isaac was supposed to do the same. Like many times before Isaac walked up to the door without opening it. “I’m sorry. David Buchanan is at work. You’ll have to leave.”

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Que Sera Sera || Lily & Marlowe

“All right there, Margie?”

Marlowe skids to a screeching halt next to the bench where her best friend is already unlacing her skates. A few of the other girls are on the other end of the bench gathering their things and making plans for drinks. Still buzzing with energy after practice however, Marlowe had taken a few laps around the track by herself, only nearly eating it once.

She grips the front of her artfully slashed tank top with her equal artful catchphrase “Que Sera Sera Bitch” scribbled across the front and uses it to fan herself.

“Wanna go for a drink?” she asks after spitting her mouth guard into her other hand. “Or two?”

@liliumss

#afracturedstarter #closed #lily001 #que sera sera

ilAlice liked her little flat. It was small, a lot smaller than the huge manor she had grown up in, but she liked it. It was probably a good thing she liked it, since she really couldn’t afford anything bigger. It was a step up from having a room mate though, and she would take that. Though it was small, Alice had really made it her own. The place practically screamed Alice, and that made her happy. There were cute potted plants dotted around, fairy lights literally everywhere, and lots of blankets. It was very Alice, and if she was at all honest, it felt more like home than the Rosier Manor had ever felt.

Tonight Lily was coming round for one of their regular wine dates. Although the girl was younger than her, they were good friends, and Alice adored her. She’d gotten two bottles of wine for the night, knowing that they could easily polish them both off. She was currently lounging on her couch, watching some netflix as she awaited her friends arrival

@llilliumss

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date: 10 april 2019 location: sirius & marlene’s flat status: closed starter for @fierylily-evans

After her conversation with Sirius, Mary decided to wait for Lily in the room where her best friend was staying, sitting on the bed. She figured Lily was finishing up some funeral preparations, and there was no way that Mary was going to leave without giving Lily the chance to be real about how she was actually doing. Mary knew her best friend, and she had the feeling that since James’ death, Lily had been putting on a brave face, holding herself and everyone else together.

But her fiance had just died, for fuck’s sake. And Mary was determined that with her, at least, Lily didn’t have to be strong, didn’t have to put on a brave face and take care of her. Mary would do the caretaking, here. Sighing, Mary crawled under the covers, laying her head on Lily’s pillow and inhaling the scent of her best friend. It was comforting, and with how tired Mary was from the conference and traveling back, Mary was lulled to sleep quickly.

#lily001 #{you're the one who held me up // lily}#{you're the best of me // the best friends who became family}

Lying wasn’t the best thing. It wasn’t the right thing. In the time from exams after their fifth year until now, there’s been a slow growth. Like molasses, moving and gumming up from time to time, that was where he stood now. Terrible comparison, James thought, as he limped onwards up the small hill. The cove of the Castle’s entrance was dimly lit, his wand in hand.

He’d need to see Pomfrey, the Whomping Willow’s antics becoming more and more violent, even with spells and such. Bloody thing is getting a mind of it’s own. Not that it needed. Trudging through the muddy grounds, snow soon to set on the grass like a white, comforting blanket, as he pulled his cloak around his tall frame.

Being Head Boy had perks—as now, when he walked passed Professor Binns in all his ghostyness, floating about the castle. “Poor sod doesn’t know what to do when he isn’t bloody putting people to sleep in class.” James murmured under his breath. Footsteps shuffled, and at the last second, he looked up.

He’d recognize that particular shade of red anywhere. “Shit—“ He hissed under his breath, ducking behind a pillar, as hues squeezed shut from the pain. No. He had fibbed, if only to keep a much more important secret as that. He moved, pulling his cloak around his frame, hoping she’d pass by without a peep.

If she kept walking—ignoring him— “Potter’s hiding behind the pillar!” Was the damaging tones of Peeves, as his voice rang out, echoing along the corridor walls. “Potty Potter hiding behind the Pillars!”

“You know,” He moved into the light, back to Lily. “Your rhymes are getting a bit weak, mate. Might want to work on that.” He spoke through gritted teeth, as he shook his head, watching the Poltergiest disappear from sight.

Pivoting slowly to not bring attention to his wounded knee, as he kept his cloak wrapped around him. “Hi—“ He begun. “What—Are—are you still doing rounds?”

@bloomingevans

#( c: lily evans )#//at all points we assume he has glasses cause i can't unsee luke as james zighilushegr #lily001

recovering | lily & minnie

Late February Hogwarts { @wallflower-lils }

Minerva had spent most of her life wandering the halls of Hogwarts. It was as familiar to her as the palm of her own hand, as each birthmark and scar and even freckle that dotted her skin. It was so familiar to her that no matter her destination, she didn’t have to pay attention to where she was going or think about her route. She was sure that she could get to where she wanted to go even sleepwalking, it was so automatic to her. So when it was her turn to patrol the hallways of Hogwarts on this early Saturday morning, she didn’t have to think about what her route would be--she just let her feet carry her through the castle that was her only home.

Sighing, Minerva paused as she passed one of the windows overlooking the lake, leaning against the window sill. It had been a long month. After everything that had happened, Minerva felt exhausted, and not just physically. It had been a draining month. It was so easy, when she was tucked safely here inside these walls, to forget that there was a war raging out there, and war didn’t stop to let her catch her breath. It just kept raging, requiring them all to keep up or die trying.

Taking a deep breath, she pushed off the window and continued her patrol down the corridors, glad to have the chance to meander through the castle without having to worry about running into any of the students. The times when she could wander the castle as just Minerva and not Professor McGonagall were rare, and she cherished them whenever they came around. Of course, the mask could go up in an instant were she to come across a troublemaking student, but it had been a quiet patrol. It was still too early for even the biggest troublemakers to be out and about.

Her eyes flicked up as she caught movement at the end of the corridor (for apparently she had relished in the peace a little too soon). Minerva tensed as she saw a figure (still too far away to make out), her lips pursing into a thin line as she quickened her pace, ready to dish out a detention unless there was a good excuse. But as she neared the figure, recognition washed over her, irritation giving way to surprise. “Lily? What are you doing here?”

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hogsmeade, scotland 11th april 1982 3:30pm { @flowcrsandsteel }

Severus loved nothing more than killing two birds with one stone. A couple of books he had ordered had arrived at Tomes and Scrolls and Pippin needed a walk - clearly a trip to Hogsmeade was the answer to both. The village was fairly quiet for a Sunday, something that Severus chalked down to the fact that Hogwarts was still closed.

Having picked up the books, several new potions releases and one of Dmitri's books, Severus had opted for a cup of tea at the Three Broomsticks. With a steaming cup in front of him and a puppy at his feet, the mid-afternoon found Severus in one of the tables outside the pub. Whilst flicking through Dmitri's book, he saw a flash a ginger hair out of the corner of his eyes. Setting the book down, he was met with the sight of a familiar face a little way down the street. Part of him knew that he should leave her be but he couldn't help himself. After everything that happened the month prior, he had to make sure she was okay. He had considered owling her a few times, but it seemed too impersonal.

"Lily," He began, lifting up his cup of tea. "Long time no see."