warnings: lily-evans-needing-a-break, life stuff, wedding day, pre-wedding sort of
word count: 450 (heh)
And it was the day Lily Evans, soon Potter, remembered the words of a small scrawny boy she once acknowledged as her best mate.
“Isn’t it silly to take someone else’s surname anyway?” He asked her as they laid careless of the world on their green green grass. “I mean we all have our own names, why do we have to change it for … for a new person?”
“I think ‘cause you marry them.” She said ever so brightly, a small witch from Cokeworth. “Won’t you get married anyway?”
He had considered this, brow furrowed with a seriousness that seemed too heavy for the sunny riverbank. "Maybe," he allowed, as if it were a distant, theoretical thing, like becoming an astronaut. "Doesn't everyone?"
"Mr. Paisley didn't," Lily announced, triumphant with her piece of adult-world knowledge. She rolled onto her stomach, chin in her hands. "Also dad's friend from the office. His wife kept her name. Mum says it caused a right fuss with the in-laws, but they got used to it."
“I’m not changing my surname. Even if it’s shite.” He stated, confused from whatever the heck Lily was blabbering about.
“It’s not shite! It rhymes with snake! That is cool, Sev. People like cool. Especially in Hogwarts.”
He glanced at her, probably thinking she was talking silly. And the poor boy was unfortunately not that wrong since his name was one of the reasons he would constantly get taunted and whatnot by … James Potter and—
Lily’s husband, also a man whose surname she’d soon take.
Lily Evans would soon be Lily Potter and it all felt too much for her right now. Was she even doing the right thing? She wasn’t even so sure anymore. She had her own doubts. Like for the last few months, she was arguing with herself, over and over, in her own head, which made her feel somewhat lonely despite having so many people around her all the time.
If to be loved was to be seen, then Lily wasn’t so sure why nobody amongst all these people truly saw her inner struggle once she said ‘yes’ to him. Everybody instead saw a happy ending, a golden couple, the talk of town, the front pages of the Prophet and everything that felt surreally alien to disattached Lily.
Whatever was to happen after tonight, she did not want to die once as Lily Potter, a wife, a mother, but … she wasn’t even sure as what but all she knew was that she knew nothing yet felt everything all at once, and, Merlin, it overwhelmed her.
