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the weather vane will say it smells like rain today
WHO: Lily Evans & You!
WHEN: Throughout early June
WHERE: The farm mostly for now, hopefully branching out to the woods, the trials, etc.
WHAT: A catch-all! Some farm and forest based things, maybe the trials will make an appearance (hopefully)
WARNINGS: None so far, will update as needed
WHEN: Throughout early June
WHERE: The farm mostly for now, hopefully branching out to the woods, the trials, etc.
WHAT: A catch-all! Some farm and forest based things, maybe the trials will make an appearance (hopefully)
WARNINGS: None so far, will update as needed
( starters in comments, both open and otherwise, feel free to hmu if you don’t see anything that suits either via pm or on plurk, or toss starts my way, whatever’s clever. if brackets are more your thing i’m good to match format. )
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"Oh, it's you," he said, he couldn't even muster the disappointment. His voice was just a matter of fact. A death and then a week with the forest people and his outlook on the world had drastically changed. "I guess it could be worse than you."
you knew it was coming
"You're from the Slug Club?" Horace had his favorites, and the students among those ranks had all been invited to his dinner parties, regardless of house affiliation or year. She was sure that was where she'd last heard the name Regulus.
"The Slytherin Seeker?" she added, continuing to approach him, her eyes narrowing in the dim light cast by their wands, looking at him hesitantly.
"I remember you as shorter."
He had a late growth spurt!
He went back to the bottle he'd left on the desk and took a drink. Bottles were quite easy to conjure. Wine was more tricky, but he'd had lots of practice before coming to this place. So it was rather decent stuff. Then he picked up a lit cigarette he'd had propped on a broken and empty spine of a book.
"I see you're still a know-it-all," Regulus said back to her.
He cast her a half irritated look that was really only ire directed at himself. Before he'd died, before he'd staked his life to take a stab at the Dark Lord, before he'd broken himself in service to that same Dark Lord, he would have sneered at Lily, spat cruelty at her in forms of vicious words, made her leave him alone. That was the way that was taught to him growing up. But after all his experiences, plus arriving here, a stranger amongst strangers, Lily's vaguely familiar face was better than the voices taunting him outside the farmhouse walls.
So the look faded, and nothing more cutting slipped his mouth.
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"You're Severus's friend! The quiet one! Not in our year, right?" She could remember sitting with Severus at a Quidditch match and him departing to go congratulate the Seeker - Regulus. Or, a younger, shorter version of him.
Regulus had been one of that ghastly crowd at school that her old estranged friend had fallen in with. While not as openly hostile as some of the others Sev had kept company with, Lily didn't doubt that Regulus was familiar with their ideals. He might even agree with them.
Which didn't make him an ideal candidate, as far as comforting familiar faces went, but - it was definitely better than Voldemort.
"Do you know if he's alright? Severus, I mean."
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Regulus knew a few things about Lily and Severus. They'd been friends once. Severus had a massive hard-on for her. And then the 'lake incident' happened, and the two stopped being friends. And then for some unfathomable reason, Lily had coupled up with James Potter. He knew Severus still felt something for her, but there were things you just still never talked about with Severus.
Not many in Regulus and Severus' circle even cared enough about Severus to notice that summary of the history of Severus and Lily. But Regulus did that. He picked up little pieces of information like dropped puzzle pieces and tucked them away.
Regulus stuck the cigarette in between his lips, grabbed the bottle, and found a place against the bookshelf to slide down to the ground where he picked up another book to flip through.
"I don't know how Severus is doing," Regulus said. "Because, well I am here and, well-" Regulus gestured around them, as if to say Severus was not here. He took a drag on his cigarette and turned a page to look at a different rendering of the night sky.
"I didn't think you still cared about him. Not after you ran off and married the person most likely to gut him."
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"I'd only just gotten off the train at Kings Cross, hadn't I? Barely made it off the train," she took a step back, still thunderstruck. "Married? I was going to my mum and dad's."
Lily went still as a thought struck her, and she leveled a skeptical glare at Regulus. "What year is it?"
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"Huh," he said when she was done. It clicked for him just a little bit faster. "That's interesting."
It really was, but Regulus didn't want to think too deeply about the implications here. He wondered if this happened to others who shared a 'home'. What was time when space was irrelevant?
"Autumn, nineteen-seventy-nine."
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However strange the situation she handed ended up in here in this place seemed as it was, it got a lot more peculiar. "I don't even like anyone enough to marry them in a year," she muttered, still disturbed by the idea.
Looking away from him and to the satchel that hung on her shoulder, opening her old school bag up to root through it. After producing a few leaves from one of the interior pockets she was quick to transfigure them into a cup of tea, shaking her head.
"Did the war start? I mean, really start." Despite the fact that she was already thrown off by the bits of information Regulus had already given her, some things, however upsetting, she had to know.
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He looked at her pityingly, but in a judgmental way. "The war started well before you left Hogwarts. But..." he shrugged. "I guess the Minister of Magic didn't recognize it until around that time."
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Things were rubbish, but she liked whatever Regulus had to say almost as little as she liked her predicament. And she didn't like the way he regarded her - he looked at her almost like all of Severus's horrid friends did.
"Right. You've been very helpful," she lied. Her cup of tea in one hand, and her wand still glowing in the other, she gave him a nod. "Have a good evening." Not bothering to give him a chance to respond she turned, leaving the room.
At least he had been a diversion from the voices outside, however temporarily.