Unresolved || Jily
I really don’t want to have this conversation by owl. I have no idea what you’re thinking if I can’t look at your face, and I have absolutely no idea what to think right now because I can’t tell if you want me to fuck off or actually do what that stupid gossip thing was suggesting! - @goingxstag
Lily clenched her fist tightly, a smear of black ink stained on the side of her hand from furiously running over the ink before it had dried in her quick, fervent replies to James. Quill hovering over parchment, the ink dripped from the tip to stain it, waiting to continue her sprawling cursive... but no words came to mind. In the face of what Lily could only say was absurdity, she froze, scanning over James’ handwriting again, and again. Suggesting. There was plenty of open-ended suggesting that the slanderous gossip could be implying, but nothing implying James do anything.
In haste, Lily tossed her quill aside, releasing her fist only to clench it again over the parchment, setting out of her own dormitory with haste. He was close, the responses were too quick for him to be anywhere else. Storming up the other half of Gryffindor tower, her feet were carried by impulse, right from her own dorm to his, bursting in without so much a knock or greeting.
Shoving the parchment back at James, she pushed it straight into his chest so he could feel the force of her frustration. “What is this supposed to mean?” Standing there in all her confusion, a mountain of unresolved question heavy on her mind, Lily did all she could to contain the shaking in her hand, twitching from the adrenaline.