#c:lily

[ncthcnielmcrshcll]

"Normally no, but you've got a mouth so loud it's practically inviting the entire room to take part. In otherwords, we couldn't miss your conversation if we tried." Nathaniel answered drolly, not perturbed at all by her tone. "And I suggest you learn to find a volume button because everyone knows what you're talking about."

"Do you normally butt into conversations that don't involve you?" Lily said to the other with raised eyebrows, a mild tone of annoyance in her voice. "She wasn't a stranger, she was my cousin. I suggest next time you decide to insert yourself where you don't belong, you at least know what you're talking about."

[ncahgreenwccd]

“Shh!” Came the whispered sound of excitement from Noah. “Just... stay still for a minute Lils, look how close this little guy has got! Maybe I can get him to eat it out of my hand.” He spoke enthusiastically as the duck waddled a little closer. “They’re so damn cute.”

@lilyxpxtter​

[hayleyfame]

I know Christmas is still weeks away and that we've got time when it comes to buying gifts and all but I keep writing down lists for everyone I know and what they might like. I've got things written down for my dad, sisters, friends but I always struggle to think of something for my mom. Even though she's my best friend. Is there someone in your life you struggle to think of gifts for? @lilreinhvrt

[swearwolfx-archive]

Where: Lily's Flat Who: @fauvehoof

It had been a couple of weeks since Lily had been released from St. Mungo’s, he had visited her while there and popped by the house a few times. He offered treats and to watch Harry when needed trying to do what he could for his friends. It didn’t seem like enough but he didn’t have anything else to offer as all Lily needed now was time. Her physical wounds were healed for the most part but those of the mind would take more time to fade though he was sure they would never completely go away. He wanted to say the right thing to help but he wasn’t sure what that was. For now, he owled Lily to ask if she wanted to spend a day outside, thinking it might be good for her to get some fresh air and they would keep it nearby. Lily had agreed to it and that was how he found himself standing outside their door.

He knocked, before sending a patronus in to let Lily know it was really him and that it was safe to open the door. He was sure she had to be anxious over the whole thing, not sure that she had been outside since the event. Lily was strong though and it would take little steps to slowly get her back to normal, to feel comfortable being out in the world again. When the door opened he smiled, not sure if he should hug her or not, if her injuries still caused pain so he just hovered outside. “Hey Lils, how are you feeling?” There was a small basket at his side having packed some treats for them to enjoy the afternoon.

[glamaustin]

third coffee? that rough of a night, huh? i know what the met gala can do to you. nah, you just think that. you can handle it just fine. like you said, drink enough water and eat greasy food and it'll be gone in no time. how was the gala this year though? wasn't able to attend so i feel like i missed out on a lot.

there i was, caught up in what i reckoned was a proper deep conversation about global warming at the met afterparty last night, thinking i was all intellectual. little did i know, we were just getting all fired up about tomorrow's weather forecast, like any pair of self-respecting brits would. at least we managed to agree on one thing: it might sodding rain. thank the heavens it's not raining, though, as i'm on a desperate mission to find my third coffee today. did i go a bit overboard with the drinks? maybe. regretting it big time today? absolutely. these thirties have been a right pain in the arse when it comes to hangovers. i could knock back a couple of bevvies, feel nothing and still wake up with a blinding headache. yeah, i guzzle water like a fish and scoff down greasy grub right before hitting the sack. i'm a bloody expert when it comes to navigating the treacherous realm of hangovers. / @glamourstarters

[elizabettawilson]

@lily-calnan​

“Well would you look at that. Letting the girl’s out to play tonight, huh?” She pointed down at her dress.

[camillegladstone]

When 5th of December, 1979 Where: Gryffindor common room, Camille’s birthday party Who: @schoolsoutevans​

“How do you make you hair look so pretty?” Camille asked Lily as poured herself some vodka with coke by the side of the other witch. “It’s so full and shiny.” 

[mrsjamesss]

Eu também não achei que as coisas ia chegar nesse ponto sabe. Ainda mais que ele tá namorando namorando a linda dele...

Você 'tava falando sério mesmo?

@mrsjamesss

Se eu te lembrar que ainda tenho um presente de aniversário pra te entregar você muda sua cara sofrida por uma mais feliz?

Eu juro que não achei que o Sirius ia ficar tão chateado assim.

[ivytravers]

@lilymcvans

“Oi Evans, ready to go catch some snoggers and rule breakers?” She said handing the girl a mug of her preferred drink

[thebrokenbones]

@lilymcvans

“Well, that NEWT fucked me in the arse... tell me it at least went better for you?” 

[aveline-allaire]

@lilymcvans​

“Is there a reason you’re interrupting my studying?”

[unravellingannabeth]

Annabeth found that she never really enjoyed shopping but that she had to do it more and more often. She preferred to be comfortable and to not have to look so dressed up all the time but her job demanded that she look a certain way and that she keep up with appearances. She had spent more on clothes since starting her job than she ever had before. She knew though that she was judged harsher than others would be in her position and she didn't want to give anyone a reason to look down on her.

Gladrags had become a usual haunt for her and at times the owner would set things aside for her as they came in to make her shopping trips easier. She viewed the garment that lily was holding up tilting her head as she looked at it. "I think it's stunning. I'm sure anyone would love it."

Location: gladrags wizardwear Date: May 11 Status: open

Lily frowned as she examined the set of robes she was holding away from her, trying to decide if they would look cute on Marlene or if they were just too fancy. She didn’t shop at Gladrags that often, preferring to find thrift stores or just wear muggle clothes (which in her opinion were far more comfortable than wizard’s robes), but she had it in her mind to get a special present for her best friend, and they were known for having the most fashionable styles. They could all use some cheering up these days, and new, cute clothes always seemed like a good way to go about it.

Lily sensed another person nearby and turned to them, holding out the robes for them to examine. “What do you think of these? Do they say 'I look fabulous and belong on someone just as fabulous' or are they too flashy?” She wasn’t entirely sure she could trust her own judgment on what was in style, so maybe they could help her out.

[yesmrpotter]

It wasn’t unusual for Harry to work from home. In fact, after Lily had moved into her own apartment, he had started working after hours just to keep himself busy, distract himself from the fact that his children were adults. The silence was strange, the free time was strange, and he had never been quite sure of what to do with himself. Now though, when working from home seemed more important than ever, he just couldn’t do it. He had exhausted his resources searching for answers. Looking for any way to track the letter or discover who had written it, and he had been met with dead end after dead end. All he knew, and albeit the information had been useful, was that the Avery family, Arlo’s parents, had no hand in the penmanship. It was only after setting down his glasses, pressing the base of his palms into his eyes as Ginny rubbed his shoulders and told him to take a break, that he had finally given up. His paperwork and seemingly pointless research was sitting in his drawer at home, and he was here, outside Lily’s apartment, feeling incredibly guilty for only realising the previous night that her weekly letter had never arrived. It was unusual not to hear from her. If she didn’t write, she would visit. And he was worried. Knocking hesitantly on her door, he silently prayed she was home. If she wasn’t he was going to make himself sick with worry. “Lily? Princess, it’s Dad. Are you there?” @lixnhecrt​

[amandacampana-a]

Madelaine Petsch & Jordan Fisher manip

[mary-whoisleft]

what’s a few letters // mary & lily

Mary never expected herself to be the type to throw a party over grades. School wasn’t exactly her first love, and whatever letters were written at the top of her work were a bore at best and a stressor at worst. But even she could admit the NEWTs were different if only for the fact that getting through them was reason for celebration alone. 

At this point now settling into their life post graduation, Mary would take any reason to throw a party anyway. Every opportunity she got, she would go on about how much she missed her friends, even if she hadn’t gone more than a few days yet without seeing them. Something about all the change that came with leaving school had her gripping onto anything and everything familiar. So all Lily had to say was “party” and regardless of the purpose Mary would have been agreeing to be over by seven to help set up. 

She showed up at 7:24, apologies at the ready and full bottle of whiskey already open. 

“Alright, you better not have done everything while you were waiting for me to show up. Because I meant it about helping,” she said as she threw her arms around Lily in a tight hug like it had been years since they had been together. 

“Who all is coming? All the usual suspects?” 

@lilyeliora​

[swearwolfremuslupin]

fauvehoof​:

With a big breath, Lily thanked Remus inwardly for allowing the subject to move on. She always felt self conscious showing weakness, guilty that she was putting her troubles on others- especially when it was something she was at fault for. When left unchecked or unprovoked, Lily could usually carry on somewhat well, it was when people she loved started acting concerned that she’d break down. The caring attention always flustered her, and Remus’s coy and sweet friendliness always shot straight to her heart.

She smiled as Remus picked up the vial, feeling at once like they were back in Hogwarts, and she was helping Remus not fail potions. It was always so comedic to her that he was so good with everything else. “Of course I’m going to tell you!” she chuckled, pulling parchment out from her robes. “I know that what I’d been making you up till this point wasn’t very strong, but I had to be careful cause.. well- I’d rather not poison you. But I’ve been working on some new ideas and they are ready, so you’ll have to tell me how these work for you, alright? It’s a little involved, so I wrote out this-” Lily withdrew a piece of parchment from her robes that described the potion routine carefully in 8 steps per month. “I think that what potioneers have missed regarding lycanthrophy is that it’s affected your blood, you’re composition on a molecular level? Maybe its because magical healing is more intuitive than scientific, but I like both so I’m using both! Based on what I’ve been studying, I think that if I can make a potion that responds to your blood composition and the phases of the moon we will be in the right ballpark. So.” Lily tapped the bottle in Remus’ hands. “I’ve made a time table for each of the next four months, I think after that amount of time we can edit this routine based on how its making you feel. 8 moon  phases in a month means you switch to the next potion roughly every 3 to 4 days, depending if the moon is in apogee or perigee. But you don’t have to worry about all that! It’s all written out for you here. Just put this on your kitchen wall or something. “It will sting going down, I tried to make it less unpleasant but I didn’t want to dilute the potency now that I’ve finally, finally gotten these components to work for me. Don’t ask me what’s in.” she warned, eyes widening. “Just take it.” “Pay attention how it makes you feel for the next three weeks, you’re taking it orally so it shouldn’t be very strong to start. These first few bottles have a greater dilution, but it will become more potent as we get closer to the full moon. If its going well, if your feeling less sickness, lethargy, brain fog, changes in mood- then on the full moon, you’re going to take this one ophthalmically, like eye drops. It’ll be a lot stronger and the effects will get into your bloodstream more quickly, but I only want you to go through with it if these other potions, taken diligently each day, aren’t making you feel worse, okay? Promise me?”  

Reaching over, Lily gestured for Remus to open his mouth and, taking the vial from his hands, shook it before using the dropper inside to press three drops of the potion onto his tongue. Wincing, she watched as he suffered through the stinging sensation she knew it would leave in his mouth.

“I’m sorry for not keeping it together, Rem.” she murmured, “I’m- I’m trying but the rest of you seem much better at not showing how- how fucked up all this is. I’m angry- all I want to do is keep us, you understand? I just want to hold all of us together. And I’m prepared to do whatever it takes to make that happen. But I’m also scared, and I feel so ashamed to say that I am but, I don’t want to be the target on our backs. I don’t want to be the reason why any of you get hurt. And most of all- I’m scared to mess up. What if I do something horribly wrong? What if I- I already have?”  Lily leaned against the couch, her hair falling over the other side of it as her eyes stung with tears again. “What if I’m not enough? How could you forgive me for only making things worse?”

Raising his eyebrows when Lily pulled a folded piece of parchment from the pocket of her robes, Remus quickly began to realise this wasn’t the same as the other times she had insisted upon making him potions. There was more to this now, a goal in mind, a determination he so often admired in her. Even before she began to explain he felt overwhelmed with gratitude, but that gratitude was accompanied by the familiar guilt that always came with realising just how much of her life she spent trying to help him. He supposed it was no different to the Marauders using their skills as Animagi. Lily wanted to use her skills as a Potioneer, and he couldn’t exactly tell her to stop. That wouldn’t be fair. If he was being entirely honest with himself, he was also too selfish to try anymore. Maybe once upon a time, he used to push back, before coming to understand what a difference her medications made to his quality of life. Now that he knew, there was no turning away from her, no refusing her aid when it was offered, because how could he? “A little involved?” He echoed, moving closer so that he could read her handwriting. “Merlin, Lils... you wrote an actual essay.” He was undeniably impressed, as always, by her comprehensive understanding of potions, and the properties of their ingredients. He was curious, as she began to talk about Lycanthropy, and also a little uncomfortable with being forced to imagine the wolf quite literally being in his blood. It was the very thing he tried so hard to escape, tried so hard not to be, and it was in every single cell of his body. There was no escaping the fact. But the way she spoke was fascinating. It made him wonder how much progress could be achieved if only the wizarding world genuinely wanted to understand his kind. Repressing a shudder, he forced himself to stay focused. “Or they just don’t care enough to properly study us.” He muttered. 

Leaning closer still to stare down at the hand drawn timetable, it looked complicated at first, and part of him wanted to give up before even trying to follow it. But he knew the moment he began to take his potions, the routine would fall into place. He did what he could to clear his head, to not let the abundance of text distract him from how it might make things easier, more bearable over time. “I wasn’t worried about what was in it until you said that.” He teased, though he wasn’t being dishonest. He’d seen enough potion ingredients during his time at Hogwarts to know they were almost always unpleasant. Imagining the Potions cupboard in the dungeons, overflowing with glass jars, and wooden boxes, a thought suddenly occurred to him that hadn’t previously. He caught Lily’s gaze, a blush creeping to his cheeks. “This must have cost you a fortune.” He said, his voice small as he tried to grapple with the realisation. It wasn’t fair that he couldn’t afford to give her the money she needed to fund her experiments, not when they usually worked so well for him. “Okay...” He said finally, after a few beats of silence had passed. He nodded in agreement, mentally filed the directions away. He was comforted to know he would have them all in writing because the details were already slipping away from him. It felt dangerous to imagine a full moon that wasn’t accompanied by the symptoms she listed, to have any semblance of hope for normality, but he so wanted to believe she was onto something, that she had made the breakthrough she so obviously suspected she might have. “I promise, you have my word.” 

Begrudgingly opening his mouth so that Lily could apply three drops of her potion to his tongue, the stinging she had mentioned hit him before he could fully prepare himself for it. He was more than used to powering through when it came to self medicating, but it was an incredibly unpleasant sensation. He wrinkled his nose, struggling to swallow as his throat closed against the onslaught of sensation. After when felt like an age, the discomfort began to subside, and he took a shaky breath, scrubbing at his mouth with the sleeve of his sweater. “That was awful...” He admitted, seeing no reason to pretend otherwise. It was only as the distraction of the aftertaste began to fade that he noticed the sudden shift in Lily’s expression. He frowned to himself, trying to think of what might have caused it, turning to look at her properly. And then she spoke, words pouring out of her as if in spite of how previously guarded she had been. “Lily..." His voice was barely louder than a whisper. "Merlin, Lily... you never have to be sorry for that.” He insisted, hurrying to assure her even as she continued to confess how she was feeling. He understood, probably better than she might think. He had never been more terrified of losing his friends, after everything Peter had put the Marauders through, having the people he loved ripped away from him seemed to become a genuine possibility. Something he could no longer convince himself wasn’t possible. “I’m scared too... we all are.” He admitted. “This is a war, Lily. We’re all going to mess up, or do things we aren’t proud of. I don’t think any of us have much of a choice. What matters is that we’re fighting. We’re fighting for what’s right- for each other. I mean... what else can we do?” Taking her hands in his own, he held them tightly, the glass of the potion vial cool against his skin. "Listen to me, okay? You are always, always going to be enough. And you will never have to ask me for forgiveness. Never."