South
Act I
Scene I
"No!"
"Yes!" she raged. It was the second time she had brought this up, and it was the second time he had done this to her. "You – can't – be – serious!" she spat.
"I wont' let you," he said, crossed his arms, looking like heartbreak in his street clothes. A shock of black hair fell wildly over his eyes, and she wanted nothing more than to push it away, kiss him, and call him an idiot.
But that comment caught her off guard.
"What do you mean, you won't let me?" And her focus was suddenly all on maintaining face. She couldn't fathom where the argument was going.
"I mean I'll talk to Dumbledore. I won't let you."
"James Potter!" she screeched. Harry was crying again, but that fell to the back of her sense. "You cannot dictate my life!"
"I'm your husband!" he shouted, throwing his hands up in the air. "I won't just put you in danger like that! The prophecy -"
"The bloody prophecy! The bloody prophecy, the bloody oracles, the bloody -"
"Lily, don't swear in front of Harry -"
"He's going to have to learn sometime, isn't he?" she cried hysterically. Tears were welling up now, and she wiped hastily at her eyes to draw them away.
"Lily."
"I want to learn," she said weakly. "I want to fight. When we got married you promised -"
"That was before Trelawney -"
"Bloody Trelawney!" Lily, gathering up her pride – and her coat – stopped her tears and scowled at her husband. "If you trust her more than me, why don't you go marry her?"
"Lily!" The shocked face was unbearably pale, thrown out in an atmosphere of home and hearth. "I cannot believe you!"
"I can't believe you!" she cried before slamming the door behind her.
"You should've told me first," Elizabeth said reproachfully.
"Then you wouldn't have agreed," Joseph replied softly.