for @oflunarism
running around like a chicken with her head cut off, the source of lily’s panic is a misplaced lucky quill —- trivial, considering all that was going on with the war, but this is how lily expresses her nerves. over little things, quietly, and constantly. she’s searching the cushions of a couch in the common room when her fellow housemate stumbles into the wake of her mayhem. “ oh —- remus, ” she exclaims, “ have you seen my quill? the green feathered one. ”









