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lilium_evansiae) wrote2011-12-22 10:54 am
lilium_evansiae) wrote2011-12-22 10:54 am
Great Hall, 6 January 1977
Even after two months of Officially Dating, Lily and James don't eat many meals together. After all, he has his friends and she has hers, and there's such a thing as too much togetherness. But some days he joins her friends, and some days he joins hers, and some days they eat by themselves -- or at least as by themselves as they can at a table with the rest of their House.
On the morning of 6 January -- the day after the full moon -- Lily comes down to the Common Room with her roommates and finds James waiting by the portrait hole, no sign of the other Marauders. "All right?" he greets them, and then, more directly to Lily and with a very Jamesish smile, "Breakfast?"
Lily nods. "Yeah." Breakfast with James sounds good. "I'll see you later," she tells her friends, and she and James wait until they've gone on ahead.
James looks absolutely knackered. And that makes perfect sense -- unlike her, he probably hasn't slipped off to Milliways for a post-full-moon nap. But she can't quite believe she's never noticed it before, that James looks exhausted every month at the full moon, just when Remus is "ill." Is he not making as much effort to bother to conceal it from her, since she knows where he's been all night and what he's been doing? Or was she just not paying as much attention as she perhaps should have been?
Lily reaches out to take his hand, and they start for the Great Hall. "How did last night go?" she asks.
She won't -- can't -- ask more specifically than that.
But she will ask that much.
On the morning of 6 January -- the day after the full moon -- Lily comes down to the Common Room with her roommates and finds James waiting by the portrait hole, no sign of the other Marauders. "All right?" he greets them, and then, more directly to Lily and with a very Jamesish smile, "Breakfast?"
Lily nods. "Yeah." Breakfast with James sounds good. "I'll see you later," she tells her friends, and she and James wait until they've gone on ahead.
James looks absolutely knackered. And that makes perfect sense -- unlike her, he probably hasn't slipped off to Milliways for a post-full-moon nap. But she can't quite believe she's never noticed it before, that James looks exhausted every month at the full moon, just when Remus is "ill." Is he not making as much effort to bother to conceal it from her, since she knows where he's been all night and what he's been doing? Or was she just not paying as much attention as she perhaps should have been?
Lily reaches out to take his hand, and they start for the Great Hall. "How did last night go?" she asks.
She won't -- can't -- ask more specifically than that.
But she will ask that much.
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"They actually don't know very many Muggles. Especially given the current climate, it's a bit difficult to get to know many."
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"That's amazing, James.
"Completely terrifying, when you consider the stories they were probably trading, but ... amazing."
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He takes another sip of his tea.
"So what is Milton like?"
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"It's a Northern manufacturing city, a little fallen on hard times, maybe, these days, but that's hardly unique to Milton, is it? There's a river, and mills, and shops and schools and all the things you get in a city.
"Mum and Dad have a little house with a little garden on a street full of little houses with little gardens.
"It's kind of hard to describe. I guess you'll just have to come and visit some time."
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He smiles.
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"I've lived there for a few years since learning that, too, you know," she says, cheerfully, and refills James' teacup.
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"Right," he says amusedly, watching her refill his cup with a fair amount of fondness. "Of course."
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"After all, they could be conspiring all sorts of things now. Think of the trouble they could get themselves into.
"Think of the trouble they could get us into."
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"Would your parents start owling mine?"
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James laughs.
"Despite the things they'd likely write to each other, I rather like the idea of them corresponding.
"Is that bad?"
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"It's probably even good."
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"I think so," he says.
It shows that even if some blood-purity parties may think they're in power, they're really ... really not.
"... now d'you think you could you pass me another piece of toast, please?"
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And then passes him another slice of toast.
Or three.
(They're small.)