(A/N Ok, I know this seems like its getting a bit mushy or cliched or whatever, but it won't stay this way for long, Lily is definitely not one for a lot of emotion.)
"You've got to be kidding me! You actually think the Dementors are a GOOD idea?" Lily exclaimed, incredulous.
The hours had passes and now the pair leaned against opposite walls of the closet, debating and discussing whatever came to mind.
"If someone were to kill a family member of yours, wouldn't you want them punished?" James argued, and immediately realizing what he just said, snapped his mouth shut. His eyes were wide open, and he watched her, waiting for the eruption of tears.
Lily merely gave him a Look, and replied cattily, "Potter, seeing as that's the boat I'm in, I can honestly say I wouldn't be able to condemn my parents' murderers to a lifetime in hell. I wouldn't be able to kill them myself or stand and watch as they lost their minds after years of exposure to the foulest creatures on the planet!"
James nearly sighed in relief, then caught himself in time. "Whatever, my lioness."
Lily visibly, even in the nearly nonexistent light, winced.
James' eyebrows flew up and his hand was instantly on her wrist. "What is it Lils, are you ok? Are you getting claustrophobic again?" The panic in his voice was faint, but Lily knew it was there.
"Alright Potter, you really want to know? I have absolutely no idea why I'm even telling you this, but here it is. When I was small, my most favorite person in the entire world was my Aunt Lucille. She was fantastic, always full of fun ideas and just, so free.
"Well, when I was about eight years old, my Aunt married a man named Gregory. After that I saw my Aunt less and less, and the times that I did see her she was stretched and worn and tired. She had this look in her eyes, like she was a caged animal.
"I've been told since then that it all happened so fast. After her wedding Gregory became very possessive, demanding, jealous, insane. He kept her as a prisoner in her own home because she was 'his Lucy'. One day she came home from the market about a half an hour later than she expected. She had had car trouble and had to walk the rest of the way home. That was the first day he hit her.
"Instead of telling someone about it, instead of going for help, she bore it. She shrugged it off, saying he didn't mean it and that he was just too sweet. Well, after that first time it took less to set him off. Either the house was too hot or the tea was too bitter. The last time," Here Lily broke off in bitter laughter. "The last time all it was, was that he couldn't find his other sock. HIS OTHER SOCK. He threw her across the room, and she slammed into the wall. She went from free to caged to gone in a matter of weeks. That was the day my Aunt died, and that was the day I've hated being thought of as belonging to someone else!" Lily's voice grew in intensity, but her emerald eyes seemed misty, remembering.
James leaned his head back against the wall. "Man…" he said, and trailed off. "You're a sight more complex than you're made out to be."
"I should hope so. I mean, although it is a thrilling topic, I don't think about death all day." She deadpanned, knowing the stereotypes.
"So what do you think about?"
Lily pondered this for a moment, then shrugged. "Everything. Anything that you could possibly think about, I do, and usually all at once. I once spent an entire night searching for the answer to the Mad Hatter's riddle, in Alice in Wonderland." Lily smiled.
"What?" James questioned, arching a brow in that quizzical way of his.
"Alice in Wonderland, it's a muggle children's tale, and the Mad Hatter asks Alice, 'Why is a raven like a writing desk?', well, it was supposed to be a riddle without an answer, but I found it." Lily smiled, pleased with herself.
"And what is it?"
"Oh, it isn't anything remarkably witty or anything, but they both produce flat notes." Lily shrugged.
James laughed at this, finding the riddle amusing, much to Lily's surprise.
"So, Mr. Potter, you can't be as shallow or one dimensional as you seem, so what do you think about?" Lily questioned, arching a red brow.
James shrugged in the minimal light. "Normal things, Voldemort, Death Eaters, death, friends, pranks, love, hate, war, meaning of life, that sort of thing."
Lily nodded. "You know, Jamie, those aren't things most people our age think about. I doubt Harris spends much time pondering how long it takes before our forces give and Voldemort gains total control."
"I know, but it just seems so natural a thing to think about, I mean, there is a war out there, one I plan to join, so I think about the enemy." James said.
"You plan to become an auror?"
"No, I plan to become a death eater." James deadpanned, but with a wicked grin on his face.
"Oh shut up. I'm thinking about auror training myself. I'm not comfortable with the thought of sitting around and doing nothing while people are dying."
"So!" James said, deliberately changing the subject, there was too much worry in the world to bring it into a little broom closet. "Have any of the mere mortals at Hogwarts caught your eye yet?"
"Jamie, you know you sound exactly like a girl when you do that, right?"
"Yep. I'm aware."
"Just checking. Anyway, no not really. I mean some of the guys here are physically attractive yes, but none really get me all hot and bothered or anything." Lily, who wasn't about to lie to herself, was not about to spill everything to the one person who made her even remotely hot and bothered.
"You've got to be kidding me! You actually think the Dementors are a GOOD idea?" Lily exclaimed, incredulous.
The hours had passes and now the pair leaned against opposite walls of the closet, debating and discussing whatever came to mind.
"If someone were to kill a family member of yours, wouldn't you want them punished?" James argued, and immediately realizing what he just said, snapped his mouth shut. His eyes were wide open, and he watched her, waiting for the eruption of tears.
Lily merely gave him a Look, and replied cattily, "Potter, seeing as that's the boat I'm in, I can honestly say I wouldn't be able to condemn my parents' murderers to a lifetime in hell. I wouldn't be able to kill them myself or stand and watch as they lost their minds after years of exposure to the foulest creatures on the planet!"
James nearly sighed in relief, then caught himself in time. "Whatever, my lioness."
Lily visibly, even in the nearly nonexistent light, winced.
James' eyebrows flew up and his hand was instantly on her wrist. "What is it Lils, are you ok? Are you getting claustrophobic again?" The panic in his voice was faint, but Lily knew it was there.
"Alright Potter, you really want to know? I have absolutely no idea why I'm even telling you this, but here it is. When I was small, my most favorite person in the entire world was my Aunt Lucille. She was fantastic, always full of fun ideas and just, so free.
"Well, when I was about eight years old, my Aunt married a man named Gregory. After that I saw my Aunt less and less, and the times that I did see her she was stretched and worn and tired. She had this look in her eyes, like she was a caged animal.
"I've been told since then that it all happened so fast. After her wedding Gregory became very possessive, demanding, jealous, insane. He kept her as a prisoner in her own home because she was 'his Lucy'. One day she came home from the market about a half an hour later than she expected. She had had car trouble and had to walk the rest of the way home. That was the first day he hit her.
"Instead of telling someone about it, instead of going for help, she bore it. She shrugged it off, saying he didn't mean it and that he was just too sweet. Well, after that first time it took less to set him off. Either the house was too hot or the tea was too bitter. The last time," Here Lily broke off in bitter laughter. "The last time all it was, was that he couldn't find his other sock. HIS OTHER SOCK. He threw her across the room, and she slammed into the wall. She went from free to caged to gone in a matter of weeks. That was the day my Aunt died, and that was the day I've hated being thought of as belonging to someone else!" Lily's voice grew in intensity, but her emerald eyes seemed misty, remembering.
James leaned his head back against the wall. "Man…" he said, and trailed off. "You're a sight more complex than you're made out to be."
"I should hope so. I mean, although it is a thrilling topic, I don't think about death all day." She deadpanned, knowing the stereotypes.
"So what do you think about?"
Lily pondered this for a moment, then shrugged. "Everything. Anything that you could possibly think about, I do, and usually all at once. I once spent an entire night searching for the answer to the Mad Hatter's riddle, in Alice in Wonderland." Lily smiled.
"What?" James questioned, arching a brow in that quizzical way of his.
"Alice in Wonderland, it's a muggle children's tale, and the Mad Hatter asks Alice, 'Why is a raven like a writing desk?', well, it was supposed to be a riddle without an answer, but I found it." Lily smiled, pleased with herself.
"And what is it?"
"Oh, it isn't anything remarkably witty or anything, but they both produce flat notes." Lily shrugged.
James laughed at this, finding the riddle amusing, much to Lily's surprise.
"So, Mr. Potter, you can't be as shallow or one dimensional as you seem, so what do you think about?" Lily questioned, arching a red brow.
James shrugged in the minimal light. "Normal things, Voldemort, Death Eaters, death, friends, pranks, love, hate, war, meaning of life, that sort of thing."
Lily nodded. "You know, Jamie, those aren't things most people our age think about. I doubt Harris spends much time pondering how long it takes before our forces give and Voldemort gains total control."
"I know, but it just seems so natural a thing to think about, I mean, there is a war out there, one I plan to join, so I think about the enemy." James said.
"You plan to become an auror?"
"No, I plan to become a death eater." James deadpanned, but with a wicked grin on his face.
"Oh shut up. I'm thinking about auror training myself. I'm not comfortable with the thought of sitting around and doing nothing while people are dying."
"So!" James said, deliberately changing the subject, there was too much worry in the world to bring it into a little broom closet. "Have any of the mere mortals at Hogwarts caught your eye yet?"
"Jamie, you know you sound exactly like a girl when you do that, right?"
"Yep. I'm aware."
"Just checking. Anyway, no not really. I mean some of the guys here are physically attractive yes, but none really get me all hot and bothered or anything." Lily, who wasn't about to lie to herself, was not about to spill everything to the one person who made her even remotely hot and bothered.