As a testament to her naivete, she had chosen not to press the matter of his affiliations back home when she agreed to watch his back. She had wanted to make prudent, advantageous decisions (as Horace might have done), only to realize that perhaps she had given far too much credence to the comfort of familiarity. Because of it, she had failed to examine the situation further. It was prudent to ally oneself with the only other wizard, it was quite stupid not to find out what kind of a wizard it was you were making a deal with.
The fiendfyre had answered all her questions for her, likely far more succinctly than Regulus would be willing to - but a deal was still a deal. She'd used that awful Dangling Jinx to hoist him into the air and get him out of harm's way after he lost consciousness, propping him up against one of the farm's surviving walls until exhaustion won out. In her defense, she had executed some care getting him into the bag and had made great efforts to always set the bag on something easy to climb off of, leaving it open for him to climb out of when he woke.
She had watched his back, as promised - and then some, given the picture his spellwork painted for him - and felt absolutely no guilt when he climbed out of the bag at long last and complained about his accommodations.
"Would you have preferred I just kept you floating by your ankle?"
It wasn't like a besieged and battered farm was brimming with accommodation options for the discerning unconscious wizard.
"I want to talk to you," Lily said firmly, using her wand to make them both a cup of tea out of the leaves she had foraged earlier that day. She didn't sound angry, exactly, but it was very clearly not a request.
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The fiendfyre had answered all her questions for her, likely far more succinctly than Regulus would be willing to - but a deal was still a deal. She'd used that awful Dangling Jinx to hoist him into the air and get him out of harm's way after he lost consciousness, propping him up against one of the farm's surviving walls until exhaustion won out. In her defense, she had executed some care getting him into the bag and had made great efforts to always set the bag on something easy to climb off of, leaving it open for him to climb out of when he woke.
She had watched his back, as promised - and then some, given the picture his spellwork painted for him - and felt absolutely no guilt when he climbed out of the bag at long last and complained about his accommodations.
"Would you have preferred I just kept you floating by your ankle?"
It wasn't like a besieged and battered farm was brimming with accommodation options for the discerning unconscious wizard.
"I want to talk to you," Lily said firmly, using her wand to make them both a cup of tea out of the leaves she had foraged earlier that day. She didn't sound angry, exactly, but it was very clearly not a request.