Vivacious

Lily Evans. Muggle-born. Order Member. Caretaker.

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writer-elias​:

Hogwarts | 1975 (5th year)

Why did Hogwarts have to suck so much?  Well, maybe it wasn’t Hogwarts.  Perhaps it was simply his age and the fact that he didn’t “fit in” that made it feel like it sucked.  

Potions was by far the worst class.  It wasn’t that he hated it, it was that it made him feel inept and stupid.  He couldn’t grasp the concepts and despite help from both Slughorn and other students, he simply couldn’t do it.  This made him the butt of jokes and made the bullying that much worse.

What kind of Ravenclaw didn’t excel at his classes?  What kind of Prefect couldn’t master something as simple as Potions?!  After getting another barely passing grade, he made his way slowly out of the Potions classroom.

On his way down the corridor, another student knocked his potion book and his exam paper out of his hands.  He stood there for a few moments, taking a deep breath.  Don’t give in, Eli.  He told himself over and over again.  Don’t give in to them getting a rise out of you.  Just bend down, pick up your books and keep walking.

Lily had been making her way to office hours with Slughorn when she spotted Eli. She didn’t know him well, outside of a few patrols they’d been on, but she liked him well enough. He’s always been kind to her, and the way the other students pick on him has always bothered her. She watches as someone knocks his books out of his hand, feeling heated at the sight of it. 

“Hey! Knock it off.” She calls out firmly, glaring at the bullies. “Get lost before I dock points for your behavior.” She knew people said she had a way of ruining other’s fun, but if fun came at the expense of someone else it was hardly fun at all. 

She walks over to Eli and picks up his books as their fellow students scram. “Are you alright?” She hands him his materials with a kind smile. 

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sirius-mischief-black​:

Craving Attention | 7th year (1976)

Sirius sat in the back of the class. His chair leaning on it’s back two legs as he twirled his wand around his fingers. After McGonagall had decided to separate all of the marauders from each other, Sirius had found himself bored and itching for some form of attention; be it from the whole class, or from the person next to him.

The front to legs of the chair made a light thud as his leaned forward and said, “Well, I guess we’re partners for this assignment now.”

Lily was normally a front of the classroom sort of gal, but today she’d been almost late and didn’t have her normal pick of the seats. So she’d been towards the back, right near Sirius Black. She hadn’t spoken to him much of class beyond a warm hello. They were on better terms now, sure, but she still had a bad habit of being far too serious during class time. 

As McGonagall announces the class project Lily feels a bit of dread in the pit of her stomach. Hopefully, this goes better than her last project. She gives him a grin and shrugs. “I s’pose we are. Should we get started, then? I trust you won’t intentionally mess this one up.” She’s teasing him, her smile being a dead-giveaway.  

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dorcasdorkus​:

Fire Starter || November 1975

Rather than start her daunting History of Magic paper on the Troll Wars of the 1500s, Dorcas had folded herself into an armchair by the fireplace and taken to staring into the flames while absently flicking the flint wheel of her Muggle lighter with one thumb and biting at the nail of the other. 

She was restless but the bustling activity of the Gryffindor common room around her did not hold her interest at all, instead turning her restlessness into a deep melancholy. At one point, she had considered sneaking up to the Astronomy Tower, but still she sat, transfixed by the flames, a tiny flame of her own flickering on and off in her peripheral. Her eyes narrow slightly as she senses a presence come up behind her. 

“May I help you?” She holds her thumb down on the lighter so the flame lasts. Only to make a point, nothing more. 

That is, unless provoked.

Lily had spotted Doe as soon as she walked in, and had grown a bit concerned over that thousand-yard stare plus the lighter in her hand. Lily approached, figuring that she would snap the other girl out of her thoughts and maybe they could talk about whatever was on her mind. At Doe’s tone, Lily pauses and questions whether or not this is the best idea she’s ever had. 

“Hey, Doe.” Lily offers a smile, hands clasped in front of her while she patiently waits for her friend to acknowledge her presence in a less hostile way. Well, that’s her hope anyways. “Do you mind if I sit with you? You seem to have a lot on your mind and I don’t mean to interrupt.” 

[theemvance]

Magical Hoops // Year 3 - 1972 - Open

Madam Hooch had called the team down from flight during practice that morning, telling them that the Ravenclaw Quidditch team would not win this year unless they practiced more, and did more active cardio during the week. Em felt like Hooch was looking at her specifically, because there were several times where the world felt too heavy for Quidditch, and she kept missing practices. 

But she showed up today, after having felt the wave of shame given to her by the Captain, and that shame lingered into the library where she sat studying for Herbology - her least favorite subject.

And in that moment, as if it was predetermined, she looks up and sees the person walking towards her. This predestined meeting happened just as she was turning the page of One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi.

“Look, I’m happy you’re here, but as you can see, this fungi requires my attention.”

[vivacious-lilium]

Lily was having a bit of an off-day herself. She couldn’t put her finger on what it was, but she just kept losing things. First, her favorite quill, and once she’d found that -- the role of parchment she’d been intending to write on. She was sure Potter and his gang were somehow behind it, so she saught refuge in the library, hoping to get a break from it all. 

When she spotted a familiar face, she had headed over, hoping for maybe some pleasant chitchat over studying. At Emmeline’s sharp words, Lily raises a brow. “I promise not to bother you too much. Are you sure you don’t mind if I sit here?” She normally would’ve taken that as a queue to leave, but something about Emmeline’s deameanor suggests she may need to get something off her chest. Or perhaps Lily was assuming things again -- she’s got that nasty habit. 

[snapesniped]

Days in the Sun || 5th Year

@vivacious-lilium “Lil, do you ever think our taste will change?” 

He asks the question with the tickling grass pressing into the blades of his shoulders, the clouds passing overhead. The feeling of powered sugar lay thick on his tongue, and for a brief moment, Severus is truly happy. How could he not be? His best friend and a candy haul, a moment of silence by the lake. He was no good at finding moments of happiness, but when one looked him in the eye he saw it for what it was. 

“I mean for candy.” He explains, pressing on. “I love sugar quills and fidge flies, but don’t really care for lemon drops or Bertie’s beans. D’you think I’ll always be like that?” 

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Lily, for once, was enjoying their moment in the afternoon sun rather than keeping herself busy with studying. She hadn’t realized how much she’d needed this break until she was smack in the middle of it. She smiled at Severus’s musings, a contemplative expression coming next. “I don’t know,” she answers honestly. 

She takes another small bite of her chocolates before wrapping them up and setting them aside, joining him by laying in the grass. “They could. It’d be just like anything else -- our tastes are bound to change as we grow up.” 

[phoenixscrapbook]

Class of 1977:

Top Row: Dorcas Meadows, Elias Boot

Second Row: Emma Vanity, Emmeline Vance

Third Row: James Potter, Lily Evans

Fourth Row: Peter Pettigrew, Remus Lupin

Bottom Row: Severus Snape, Sirius Black

[lupinelupin]

Growing Up || Open

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lupinelupin‌:

Remus shuffles a pint of the cheapest and least offensive beer this muggle pub offers between his hands and squints at the mirror behind the bar, scanning the sparse crowd through it. He chose this place because it was just crowded enough– not crowded to the point of being overwhelming, but enough that he didn’t have to sit alone while he waited for his friend to arrive. Most of the patrons are quite a bit older, at least into their 30s, so no one seems interested in striking up a conversation with the young, scruffy young man from the bookstore down the road. He can fly under the radar here without being alone. 

He takes a long sip from his pint and looks down at his hands, covered in leftover transformation scars from twigs and angry bird claws and Merlin knows what else. He’s getting used to this kind of thing. Being alone in a crowd. It was hard, right after Hogwarts, trying to float along and find a place to feel comfortable without having being grounded by the kind of roots he had taken for granted in school. But gradually, this kind of thing– going to a pub and getting tipsy enough that everything, his feelings included, gets a little blurry and soft around the edges– is becoming more natural. 

Maybe this is what growing up is. 

The bell at the door of the pub tinkles and Remus looks up again, smiling tiredly at the familiar face moving toward him and raising a hand to catch their attention. 

At least he doesn’t have to grow up all alone. 

Lily is rarely, if ever, running late. However, today closing up the apothecary had taken longer than she’d expected it to. Customers just kept coming in, despite flipping over the closed sign on the door. Really, she should’ve locked up right at closing time instead of leaving the door open. It was her mistake, one she’s unlikely to repeat again. Still, she hurries to the pub, late as she is, not even bothering to stop by her flat and change out of her dress and apron like she’d planned to. She looks a bit witchy for muggle London, but what are a few looks? 

The pub is a bit of a walk, so she decides to apparate there from Diagon Alley. She appears suddenly in an alleyway just down the street from the pub. Lily hurries to the pub, opening up the door and spotting Remus almost right away. She smiles brightly at him and heads over. “I’m so sorry I’m late,” she says as she takes a seat beside him at the bar. “People just kept coming into the shop.” She sighs, glancing around the pub. She hasn’t been in this particular one before; they stick out from the crowd, but no one seems to be paying much mind to them. “How are you? I feel like it’s been ages since we’ve had a proper chat.” 

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The Weasley Boys // Lily and Molly

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mollymotherofweasels‌:

“That’s brilliant.” Molly makes a mental note to get back in touch with her brothers to get back on babysitting duty as soon as possible. “And what after that? To be a Healer? Properly?”

She waves her wand and the kettle refills with water, which then comes back to a boil. “I sometimes think about what might have been had Arthur and I been a dual-income household, you know. I go back and forth. I think, in the end, I would’ve been a professor. Maybe.” 

In the wee hours of the morning when she’s feeding the babies, Molly sometimes thinks about what might have been if she was not the primary carer of the boys. Someone had to take care of them on the day to day, and Molly had no qualms about this responsibility, except that her days sometimes link together with very little variation. 

Lily lets out a sigh, blowing a bit of hair from her face as she does. “I hope so. I’d love to be a proper healer one day.” After her conversations with Amelia and Edgar, it just feels like the right path for her. “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking and it just feels like the right path for me.” Lily leans against the countertop and sips her tea, enjoying the pleasant taste. Molly always makes the best tea. 

“You would’ve made an excellent professor.” Lily smiles broadly at the other woman, certain of it. Molly’s got a certain nature about her; Lily’s sure the students of Hogwarts would’ve adored her, should she have chosen to go down that route. 

“You’ll have me for another few weeks at least. I won’t hear the results until April 3rd,” Lily explains. 

[arthurlovesmolly]

Attempts || Open

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arthurlovesmolly‌:

“Erm…this probably shouldn’t be popping like that huh?”

Lily gave a smile and a shake of her head. “No, probably not. But -- it might be alright. What are you working on?” She’d come out here to say goodbye to Arthur before heading back home, but she can never resist seeing what he’s working on. Watching a wizard discover muggle objects has always fascinated her. 

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amelie-lejuste‌:

“Well who am I to turn down an offer like that?” She walks with Lily to the Three Broomsticks, appreciative of moments like these where she is able to be pulled from the vastness of her own thoughts into something more productive. Like guiding Lily. She opens the door for Lily and in a mater of moments they are seated, perusing menus. “So tell me, what’s been going on?”

Lily sets down the menu and reaches into her bag, pulling out her folder dedicated to the healer’s application. “Well, I thought about what you said and, believe it or not, decided to take your advice.” She puts the folder on the table and pushes it towards Amelia so she can see for herself. “I’m applying to become a healer. I should know their decision by next month.” She can’t keep the pride out of her voice as she says it. She knows Amelia may be disappointed if she hears about how Lily and Peter went after Ibis anyway -- but at least there’s this. 

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Training | Moody & Lily

Lily didn’t know what to think really when Moody invited her out to his place for training. She was excited, sure, but it was all because of a dangerous mission Dumbledore was sending them on. She’d sent him an owl, as instructed, and eagerly awaited his reply. Once they had a time set in stone -- just before she’d have to meet Peter -- Lily mentally prepared herself for the task it’ll surely be to train with Alastor Moody. 

On the day of, she’d said goodbye to James and taken her leave, wondering just how difficult it was to put up the suggested wards around their flat. She already had some of the suggestions -- no one could apparate directly into the flat and they weren’t connected to the floo, but she hadn’t stopped giving people her direct address. She wondered if she should, or if that would just be giving into the paranoia she tried so hard to avoid. 

Lily ducked around the corner before apparating to their agreed meeting place. She was early, as she always was, bundled up appropriately as she waited for him to appear. Once she spotted him she smiled, small but genuine. She was nervous, truth be told. “Good afternoon. I hope you’ve had a good day.” She sticks her hands in the pockets of her jacket and patiently waits for him to show her the way to his flat. 

@alastorismoody​

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amelie-lejuste‌:

She eyes her bag speculatively. “Can I ask?” Curiosity getting the better of her, she was hoping that Lily had taken much of what they had said in their last conversation to heart. She’d been thinking of her more often recently. “I’ve just been doing some of the more banal part of my paperwork– you know, the day to day auror stuff that takes up my time.” 

“Yes you can, but I insist you do it over a good meal and some butterbeer.” Lily grins. “I was just on my way to the Three Broomsticks for lunch. Care to join me? It feels like forever since we last had a proper chat.” Lily likes Amelia’s company, even though conversations often push Lily to unexpected places. Perhaps that’s what she likes about Amelia; she needs someone to keep her on her toes. 

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alastorismoody‌:

Alastor feels a pang in his gut. How long would this lassie last? With no one but wee Peter to help her? The thought alone was enough to make him nervous for her. They were children, dressing up in adult’s clothing, making decisions that were life or death. Even as a young Auror (as a child of Aurors), Moody never would have taken on missions that these kids were going on. For that alone, he felt as though he should try to help. He wanted to know what they knew. 

“Listen…” He paused, scratching his beard. How much more could he possibly take on? Maybe he just wouldn’t fucking sleep anymore. “How about you come round to mine one day this week? When does your mission start? I could teach you a couple of pointers. I cannae have you in the Auror offices, would be too suspicious.”   

Lily’s shock is clear as day on her face at his suggestion. “You want me to come to your place so you can teach me?” There was no question in her mind that there was much she could learn from him. He’s an accomplished auror and Lily was hardly out of school. He did have a point -- she was taking on a lot more than she was prepared to handle. Not that she’d stop herself from trying; Dumbledore had asked and Lily can’t imagine saying no to the old man. 

“I would love that. Thank you. We leave on Saturday.” Lily had needed to take the time off work, which took a bit of arranging to get done. 

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amelie-lejuste‌:

“Lily!” Amelia can’t stop the broad smile that reaches her face when she bumps into the girl. She shifts the messenger bag filled with files to her back– every now and then she liked to use the outside world as a place to engage while still getting her files handled. 

“How have you been? I feel as though I haven’t seen you in ages.” 

“Amelia! What a pleasant surprise!” Lily’s apologetic look brightens into a grin as she realizes just who she bumped into. “It’s been a little while. I’m good -- great actually. I was just popping by for a bite to eat and to work on something.” She gestured to her own bag, stuffed with study materials for the healer’s entrance exam, along with her application. She’d always worried over grades, and it seemed the habit hadn’t faded even though she was done with school. 

“What are you up to?” 

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prongs-f-potterhq‌:

Unlike Lily, James’ day hadn’t been as productive; but that was the case when he was inbetween missions. From where he had been folding laundry in the living room moments ago, he had been able to catch a glimpse of her walking towards the building’s entrance. A smile grew on his face.Even though he fully expected her to arrive home, the sound of the door unlocking and opening still made him jump slightly. He discarded the shirt he had been folding back into the pile of clothes waiting to be folded. 

“Living room!” He called out in response, standing up. He walked towards the kitchen. Leaning against the counter he responded, “I think we might have some leftovers over from the other night in there.”

Lily spotted them and pulled them out with a grin. “Found ‘em!” She set them on the counter before walking over to him and placing a sweet kiss to his cheek. “How was your day?” She feels a little less tired around James, that easy smile of his putting her at ease. She takes a step back from him and grabs her wand, putting it back into her back pocket. She turns and grabs two plates from the cabinet, setting them out on the counter. It’s leftover pasta, so just a tap with her wand to warm it up and it should be good. 

“The apothecary was madness but -- I did have time to finish my application for the healer’s program at St. Mungo’s.” She gives him a grin over her shoulder before separating out the leftovers. She gets halfway through before realizing she hadn’t even asked him if he was hungry. Lily pauses and turns to him, a sheepish smile on her face. “Sorry -- I just assumed you were as hungry as I am.” 

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alastorismoody‌:

“Wee Evans,” he began sternly. “You were good at what in school? Maybe Charms? Defense Against the Dark Arts? Perhaps… Potions? Care of Magical Creatures? Whatever it was, it doesnae stand to educate you on how to go up against a Dark Wizard. D’ye know what counter-spell there is for the Avada Kedavra? There isnae one. D’ye know how to throw off an Imperius Curse?” He sighs, eying her wearily. “My life might look sad t’ye, but I’m still alive. In a fight, I might trust… two people? Maybe three?” He thinks of his Aurors, of Amelia, and Kingsley who he would trust with his life. “Loving someone and trusting them to do battle w’ye—a battle for your lives, mind—is a different story. Ye’d do best to remember that.” 

Lily can’t help but feel like she’s being scolded by her uncle, the way Moody’s talking to her. She swallows down the urge to bite back, to defend her friends against his words. She trusts them with her life, and she’s already had enough reasons to doubt herself thanks to Amelia’s words -- she doesn’t need this too. Maybe later, when she’s got more time to process it she’ll heed his words. Lily doesn’t really know what to say or how to respond to any of this. 

“Thank you for your advice,” is what she eventually settles on. She does mean it, except it comes out a little colder than she would’ve liked. He’s rubbed her the wrong way this time around, she can’t help it. “I’ll... keep it in mind. I’ll think on it.” There’s a promise in her words, however faint. 

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Healer’s Touch | Ted & Lily

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tptonks‌:

AS she speaks Ted finds his smile grow tenfold. He loves when people show an interest in Healing, but he loves even more when it is something that people come to after they’ve left Hogwarts. He’s seen so many people start only to quit because they decided to following healing on a bend of freaking out while they were seventh years. Those who waited and joined later had a much higher success rate.

“We do accept a few years out of graduation. There’s an extrance exam– more to gauge your existing knowledge. This is considered alongside your NEWT scores, and a decision is reached with those materials.” He holds his hand up. “Wait here.” He walks to the Mediwitch station for a moment and rummages around until he finds some healing program information in one of the drawers. He walks back and holds it out to her. “I’m glad to know that that push came– we’re always looking for those interesting in becoming a Healer.” 

Lily feels her heart soar when Ted explains that they accept after graduation. That’s fantastic news. Lily had been worried there’d been no hope for her, although in hindsight that seems to be a rather ridiculous fear. She takes the literature with a smile, briefly flipping through the pamphlet. It seems rather informative, which is good. She’d hate to make a fool of herself trying to apply, and she doesn’t want to let Edgar know she’s applying until she’s certain. 

“Thank you for your time, I really appreciate this.” Lily can’t help her bright grin. “I suppose I’ll let you get back to your work. Hopefully, we meet again once I’m in the program.” The if she gets in goes unspoken. “Have a good day, Healer Tonks!”