#convo:lily

[margseliserobbie]

Have I told you how much I love Emily in Paris season two yet? I am SO excited for season three! The ending was such a good cliffhanger, although.. I think I know which decision will be made or at least, what makes the most sense for Emily/the show! Do you guys have a set date to start filming season three yet? @itslilyjane​

[chasewarbeck]

@lilybmoon​

Isso é... Inesperado.

You look great, Lily. 

[xormxail]

Where: Peter’s Apartment When: Feb 25th 1981 With: @lilyofthe-potters​

Peter hadn’t exactly been keeping up with his friends lately. Ever since he’d gotten out of hospital he’d done the bare minimum and tried to keep them away as best he could without making them worry. The more they were around him, the more he’d learn and the more he’d learned the more he’d tell. He was a danger to them and everyone around him. He’d forego Order meetings altogether but that would only cause the Dark Lord to become angry and he couldn’t risk that either. It was a lose-lose he wasn’t coping well with. The excuse he’d ran with was work being busy... considering several of his colleagues had been killed when they’d all been taken, it was a workable one. 

But, he couldn’t avoid them forever. He was at home, sitting in silence, curled up and debating ways to get himself out of his situation, again, none were coming, when there was a knock at the door. He jolted up and snatched his wand from the bedside table. Padding through the house in socked feet he reached a shaky hand for the door handle and pulled it open the tiniest bit. Seeing Lily through the crack he relaxed (only slightly) and opened the door wide. 

“H-hello.” he greeted in a mumble, “W-why are you here? Is s-something wrong?” He stutter never used to be so bad but, since the attack, it had worsened to a large degree. 

[ask-thewendybxrd]

Dark Counterparts AU:  In the Shadows of a Castle

Wendy crept through the narrow window, alighting softly on the stone floors.  She’d sensed the soul of someone Lost in this world, and she was following the instincts that led her in their direction.  Her Shadow, detached from her, flew around the corner, making sure the way was clear.  When it nodded to her, Wendy drew her dagger and kept close to the wall.  A few tapestries were hung, blowing gently in the night breeze.  Still, Wendy spared barely a glance for the silken hangings, instead turning around another corner.  

Just then, Wendy heard voices coming closer as boots strode down the hall.  From the sound, they were guards.  The girl frowned.  While she could dispatch them easily, she didn’t feel like resorting to such feral measures early.  After all, how could she be certain they were the ones who afflicted the Lost One? 

Instead, Wendy blew a kiss, and Her Shadow mimicked her.  The air grew stronger until the sconces in the hall died.  The guards called back and forth to one another in dismay, trying to regain their bearings.  Wendy took the opportunity to pass between them, quick, agile- and utterly without their notice. 

Finally, around the next bend, she found the door she sought.  Her instincts screamed at her that a Lost One was inside.  Wendy used the blade of her dagger to break through the lock, quickly sweeping the door shut before the guards could be the wiser. 

“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” Wendy introduced herself with a smirk. 

@askdragonborn​

[apareciumcresswell]

When: Present Day  Where: London - Westfield Shopping Centre  With: Lily @alioness​

Dirk had gotten very lucky meeting Lily in school. The pair of them had been singled out for their talents and certain individuals at Hogwarts hadn’t been keen on the idea of Muggle-Borns having such academic success. They’d formed a close bond in the Slug-Club and that friendship was something he’d forever be grateful to Professor Slughorn for helping to make, especially when they got old enough to enjoy muggle activities together outside of the school. 

Sometimes little things like arcades, muggle clothes shops or going to the cinema were a special treat when so few actually shared knowledge of them. He had agreed to go shopping with Lily today but his heart wasn’t in it. It was only days after the Hogsmeade festival and what he’d seen that night still haunted him, sleepless nights leaving deep purple bruising under his eyes. But this was a much needed distraction that would hopefully give him a good afternoon with a dear friend.

“Lily,” he called when he spotted her, his voice managing to be loud yet not shouting at the same time. His green hair made him easy to spot in a crowd so he doubted she’d have trouble seeing who called to her. Closing the distance between them he nodded, “It’s good to see you. I hope I haven’t kept you waiting?” 

[catprofessor]

Proposal || Lily & Minerva

@gryffinborn​

Minerva was kept very busy with her many commitments but she refused to let her students suffer even if Voldemort himself were knocking upon the doors of Hogwarts. Thus she’d ensured all her fourth year’s essays on the principles of intermediate transfiguration were fully marked with comments before sending an owl to let one Lily Evans know she was free for an afternoon meeting. While certainly not to the questionable level of say, Professor Slughorn, Minerva did enjoy the odd meeting with some of her more favourable students and Lily was certainly in that category. 

She’d already tidied her work things away and set a table for tea and biscuits, tapping the silver teapot with her wand to instantly heat the water so stream trickled lazily out of the spout just as there was a knock on her door. “Come in,” she answered briskly, smoothing down her usual emerald green robes as Lily entered, “Ms Evans, do come in.” she said offering a rare smile and gesturing to a free chair as she sat in her own. “I do so hope your beau hasn’t been causing you too much trouble between your current training, how is St. Mungos treating you?”

[wormtailpettigrewpeter]

When: The Day After Puddlemere Where: St. Mungo’s With: Lily @gryffinborn

Waking up with a fairly large red stain on his pillow should’ve been the first red flag (no pun intended) but rather than be a bother he’d simply looked at the barely crusted over blood wound on his head, wiped it gently with some water and gently put a hat on his head before going into work. He made it all of twenty minutes before he must’ve aggravated the wound somehow and it started bleeding again... A few drops landing on a parchment report he was writing. 

He’d been about to drop it in the tray when he’d noticed and been reaching up to run his hand over the wound when his co-worker came in and proceeded to freak out, thinking he’d concussed himself which... may have been the case since he thought this was a good idea. He ended up getting flooed to St. Mungo’s from the Ministry and that travel only opened up the large head wound more. 

A healer saw to him quick enough and he assured his co-worker he was fine to be left alone. Other far more serious cases needed to be helped first so he was content enough to wait sit in a room for a Healer to come to him, using a rag to wipe away the blood that kept dripping down his head... Boy... He was starting to feel kind of woozy.

[margseliserobbie]

I’m interrupting my regularly scheduled “Emily in Paris fangirling” to bring you “Windfall fangirling.” Lily, that film was brilliant! It was such a ride and such an interesting, original take on a thriller. You, Jason and Jesse were phenomenal. I got so invested in these three characters and their complexity. Forgive me for sounding like a journalist, but what drew you to this script, both as an actor and a producer? @itslilyjane​