A frantic Lily Evans ran out of The Leaky Cauldron with a steaming cup of coffee in hand
A frantic Lily Evans ran out of The Leaky Cauldron with a steaming cup of coffee in hand. She was barely a week into her new job as a curse breaker and she was already under an immense amount of pressure.
Within the past eight days Lily had been to twenty-seven different conferences, meeting with curse breakers and goblins all across Europe. Twenty-seven conferences in eight days. That is not natural. Nor is the fact that Lily had worked a grand total of 153 hours within the eight days. That's about nineteen hours a day.
On top of those twenty-seven conferences, Lily had dealt with customers. Oh yes, the lovely customers. There was that charming gentleman who hit on her and tried to feel her up her skirt on Wednesday. He looked around Skippy's age. Then there was Mr. Belridge, a nice wealthy man who owned a series of Muggle bookstores. He had brought along his precious six-year-old daughter, Angie. All throughout the meeting, she was perfect until her father had to use the lavatory. The little monster had gone berserk, crushing three of Lily's paperweights and totally screwing her previously neat piles of paperwork.
And then came Lily's favorite. A Mr. Henry Trotsky. Trotsky was a big shot Quidditch player, the starting keeper for the Falmouth Falcons. Mr. Trotsky also happened to absolutely loathe Lily from a certain incident that occurred during her Sixth Year at Hogwarts. So as soon as Henry learned that Lily was working at Gringotts, he specially requested that she be his banker.
Henry had been totally and completely horrid. He saw Lily as his own personal aide, making her fetch him coffee and do tedious tasks such as picking his laundry up across the street. He would get it himself, but 'The team doesn't have a reserve, so I'm irreplaceable should anything happen to me.' When Lily tried to complain to Mr. Murano about him, he simply replied 'Customers first, self-respect later' and ran off to some meeting.
Henry was also the reason why Lily was in Diagon Alley at five o'clock in the morning. Five o'clock in the bloody morning. The prat claimed that he wanted to meet with her before his morning workout with the team at seven. It was understandable why Lily was carrying a huge cup of coffee loaded with sugar – no one can be expected to be awake at that time in the morning without caffeine.
So here was Lily, stumbling through the crowds of exhausted working people like her, either up late from their jobs and heading home or up early and heading to work. Bleary eyed and tired, Lily was not watching where she was going when she bumped into the man in front of her, spilling her scalding coffee all over the man and herself.
"Hey watch it!" the man yelled, whirling around. "Lily?" he gasped, eyes widening.
"Well sorry," Lily snapped back looking up at the man. She too gasped in shock. The face was that of one she had not seen in over five years. She studied his handsome face, his coal black hair, his twinkling eyes. "I missed you," she cried as she threw her arms around his neck.
"I miss you too Lils, I missed you too," the man embraced her, rubbing the young witch's back in soothing circles as he had done so many times before.
Everything flooded back to Lily as she began to sob in the arms of the handsome wizard.
I'm not dead! Sorry, I've been on a one-shot roll lately. I'll update faster if you reviewwwwwwww (:
Isabel