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[rodolphuslestrvnge-blog]

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[ imessage : lily evans ] :  if you ever think of speaking a word of this i will see to it that you are skinned alive. [ imessage : lily evans ] : believe me, miss evans, you don’t want me as your enemy more than you have already.

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[ imessage : lily evans ] : i’ve located the scum and her traitor, we attack at midnight. his orders. 

[dcgstar]

location: the leaky cauldron date: 7.10.79 time: 12:05 @doevns

“evans!” the shout is loud enough to be heard above the crowd of the leaky cauldron, but sirius takes no notice of the attention he’s drawn. after his morning at the office, it’s good to see a sympathetic face -- even if it’s only mildly sympathetic. he weaves his way through the tables with ease before he settles at lily’s, tipping himself back on his heels until his chair’s on its hind legs, and grins. 

“hey, evans, looks like you’ve got a feast. here, let me help.”

[gilderoyal]

date: july 7th, 1979 time: 12:15 pm location: daily prophet headquarters status: closed // @doevns​

One step through those glass-paned doors and he’s bombarded with images of a life he might have had. The Daily Prophet had once courted him with promises of a bright future in journalism, and who could blame them? It was Gilderoy, after all, who had spearheaded the first-ever Hogwarts newspaper back in his wide-eyed school days. Their offer had been flattering, but even at the tender age of seventeen, he knew his creative vision simply couldn’t be contained to a cubicle. He would take the plush comfort of his tastefully decorated townhouse over the clinical click-clacking of office work any day of the week.

The afternoon sun glints upon a familiar set of pumpkin strands as he steps inside to the sound of an overhead bell. Though she wasn’t the reason for his visit that day, he makes a beeline for her desk on sight. “Lily Evans! My prized pupil! My prospering protégé.” A few caffeine-starved reporters glance up from their desks to shoot daggers at the boisterous man’s back, but he pays them no mind. As far as Gilderoy was concerned, he was on another plane. “I thought it high time I come see my molded mind in action. That piece you penned about the benefits of matching robe color to your personal aura a few months back? Frighteningly informative. For twenty-two years I was certain I was a Spring — turns out I’ve been an Autumn all this time! Eye opening. Groundbreaking. Keep up the good work.”

[momweasley-blog]

*✧·˚. LILY EVANS.

          it  comes  from  whom  she  least  expects  .  the  young  witch’s  cheeks  blush  a  shade  that  almost  match  her  hair . her  bitter  words  come  as  more  of  a  slap  ,  a  bucket  of  ice  cold  water   —-  and  in  that  moment  ,  she  thinks  of  her  sister  .  no one  other  than  petunia  had  ever  scorned  good  news  from  her  .    could  it  be  that  she  was  really  that  self - centered  ?  her  new  published  piece  had  her  bursting  with   glee  ,  for  a  second  she  had  forgotten  .  everything  that  had  happened  .  everything  the  weasleys  were  going  through  .  one  look  at  molly  ,  and  she  sees  it  .   a  face  once  so  bright  …  so  kind  to  her  .  to  everyone  ,  now  reduced  to  this    .    “  i’m  sorry  ,  really  —-  would  you  like  to  talk  about  something  else  ?  “ 

     she is aware that she has been losing her temper far more easily than usual -- snapping at those who least deserve it. but she cannot help it. not when lily, who almost feels like her own sister ( looks the part, even ), is out there living her life while gideon is buried ten feet under. yet, the look in the other’s face is enough to remind molly this is not who she is. she is not bitter, she is not mean. and to think she is slowly allowing her heart to grow darker? well, it is almost as if admitting defeat. letting out a sigh, molly brushes away a loose curl before taking lily’s hand. “no, it is alright. tell me about the piece”, she whispers, eyes focusing on their hands for a second. it may hurt to think about how life goes on without her brother, but she knows this is not what he would want. glancing up at lily, the redhead lets out a sigh as her eyes soften a bit. “i wanna know everything.”

[oflngbottom]

❛ We need hope, or else we cannot endure. ❜

“ That we do Lily. Tell me, what got you talking about something like this today? You doing alright? ”

[ofpottersandprongs]

‘  you shouldn’t miss people who don’t miss you, right?  ’

James didn’t know that the pit in his stomach could grow deeper, but it did in response to Lily’s words. It had first formed before he had even stepped into her family’s home; it hadn’t changed throughout the introductions, the stilted conversation, the absence of eye contact. He looked over at the brilliant, terrifying, gorgeous witch next to him and chose his words carefully. “I don’t think so. I think family is who you choose, and who chooses you.”

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