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[fauvehoof]

Lily + @princeheir

Summer break, 1976

Normally, Lily was excluded from anything pertaining to Petunia’s social calendar all summer long. Her older sister seemed to appreciate keeping the muggle friends they’d grown up with to herself now, in an abundantly clear barrier that seemed to indicate ‘This is mine, you got everything else.’

Lily understood that Petunia didn’t feel comfortable around magic, but she struggled with this resentment. Lily would never, ever dream of doing anything to make her feel unsafe- so why was Petunia so angry with her all the time?

Usually, once or twice a summer, Petunia would invite Lily to join along to a film, a roller skate park, and then spend the entire event pointing out all the awkward and childish things Lily would say and do to the rest of her friends. It wasn’t even that Lily was a witch, she was just too young, too childish to not be embarrassing to her older sister. And their friends would laugh, make jokes about boarding school kids and move on to laughing at someone else or kissing. There had started to be a lot of kissing.

When Petunia noticed the fear behind Lily’s widened eyes, as some teenager called Swain or Garry or something like that- sucked on Petunia’s neck wetly, her sister capitalized on it, which was how Lily found herself walking home alone from a carnival, crying.

Petunia didn’t like to touch Lily, but pushing her into a ferris wheel gondola to share with her friend Joshua didn’t seem to bother her. Petunia had laughed as the carriage swept up, and Joshua leaned towards her.

Lily kicked the grass as she neared her home. She didn’t want to be home alone, but she also didn’t want to be trapped in a spinning wheel with a boy trying to undo her bra through her shirt. Why has he done that? That wasn’t even a thing?

Unless it was, and Lily was just to out of touch to know. But it wasn’t even pleasant, so why would it be a thing? Was it her that was wrong? Should she have like that more?

Groaning, Lily headed for the glade behind her house. It was the only place that could have made her feel better. This time of year, it was covered in dandelion pappus that as a child, Lily would blow against, and Severus would always come. It was as if the little, floating wisps of flowers could fetch him for her.

Sitting on the grass, Lily picked one up and held it to her lips. Maybe it would still work.

[fauvehoof]

@princeheir​ + Lily

Hogwarts, September 1975

Lily bounced anxiously on the edge of the Gryffindor bench. The Great Hall may have been full of delicious breakfast foods, but all Lily could think about was how long it seemed to be taking Severus to arrive from Slytherin. Their last potion class, Professor Slughorn had invited them to both attend the upcoming Slug Club. It made her nervous and excited all at once- her nerves may have gotten the best of her if Severus hadn’t been invited as well. But now that it was the day of, Lily could hardly contain her excitement. It wasn’t the exclusivity of it, but more so the camaraderie. Now, there was going to be other students she and Severus would get to know, enjoy, and appreciate potion making with. It wasn’t too shabby to make the Slug Club as fourth years.

When she finally saw him enter, Lily leapt over to the Slytherin table, linking arms with him. “Tonight is the night!” she grinned, shining with joy. “Aren’t you excited?”

[fidemaledicta]

where: home of severus who: @princeheir

No matter the times, no matter the seasons or the weather, no matter how many days or weeks would pass, Emmeline would always find her way back. Back to the roots. If storms were to rage outside, she’d walk through the rain. The few that truly knew the witch would in fact know that said storms would be a welcome sight; something that she would truly thrive from. Rain had always been an accompanying factor in the life of Emmeline Vance and she wouldn’t have had it any other way. Yet that day was not one filled with the downpour of a lifetime. Instead nothing but a light drizzle could be found filling the air with a hint of dampness as she made her way down the street toward a more than familiar door, rare smile on her lips.

Hand raised to knock the moment she reached her destination, leaning back to wait with the umbrella tucked under her arm and a book clutched to her as though she worried a gust of wind may come by and make the compiled piece of writing flutter away in the breeze. Books were certainly something Emmeline had always been careful about. There was something about them that just held a magic no spell could capture.

It had been a few days since she’d last seen Severus. Of the many people that she’d shared her time at Hogwarts with, he’d become a constant even in the life beyond the walls of the castle. A constant. So much had happened yet this was a little fact that had remained all the same. It seemed like just another hint toward Emmeline not fully being aware of what world she truly felt she belonged in. It was a thought that crossed her mind for a split second before she pushed it aside. Another glance around, scanning the area. It was so much different from the hidden away place in Knockturn Alley she called her own.

[fidemaledicta]

event: pensieve threads where: Hogwarts when: beginning of 7th year, 1977 who: @princeheir

A need to grab a tome found on one of the shelves by the entrance of the library had caused the witch to take her time before meeting up with Severus and yet paid for the time wasted on searching for the book by presenting her with more than enough entertainment to last her a while. Oh, she couldn’t wait to tell Severus about it. She could wait even less to see it all unfold before them in just a few minutes. With a more than carefully placed snort, the tome under her arm did she make her way past the group of Hufflepuffs and back to the small corner she’d been studying in before.

Emmeline slipped into the seat next to Severus with ease, a chuckle in her voice as she spoke. “This is going to be good.” The witch allowed the book to slip onto the table. “That girl over there,” She pointed toward a rather mousy looking Hufflepuff that had just gotten up in between her group of Ravenclaws and fellow housemates, “I may have overheard them talking.” What may have started out as accidental listening had soon after turned into a person determined to hear every detail of the conversation. “She’s about to ask Avery out. That Hufflepuff over there is muggleborn. We both know how that’s going to go.” The smirk on her face said more than a thousand words could have.

From everything that Emmeline had seen of Avery over the last seven years, it wasn’t a secret that he hated the idea of a mudblood even considering to be near him. Even during class it had been made perfectly clear to anyone with eyes and ears that the person in question was not someone to ever bother with those considered lesser than himself, especially not for this kind of interaction. While some of his friends could be considered half-bloods, he very much made sure nothing lesser than that stuck around. “Lean back and watch the destruction unfold.” Emmeline was more than pleased with herself to have picked up on the situation at hand. For the moment the book in front of her seemed almost forgotten.