Post by marker on May 13, 2007 16:24:49 GMT -5
"You're insane, you know that? Bloody insane."
The man smirked down at her and tightened the protective grip he had on her waist.
"Reasons why you love me Lily." he said with a cheeky wink, "Getting to be a long list I'd say"
The red head pretended to look disgusted by him. She turned her freckled nose into the air. But James only laughed, she could hardly stay annoyed with him, even if it was simply a false irritation. As he predicted, Lily sighed and looked back towards him.
"Oh alright, have your fun. Next time we're doing it my-" she stopped short, emerald eyes frozen on the sky. James turned to see what had caught her attention.
A glowing green mark cut the sky.
It's been two years and nothing much has changed.
Sirius, lovable git that he is, can't keep a girl for more than a few weeks. He still keeps a spare robe in his closet, always has clean sheets and never bother to connect the fireplace in his bedroom to a floo network. He hasn't spoken to his mother in three years and, god willing, the horrible woman is dead.
James finally managed to get the time of day from Miss Lily Evans. He's been caught by said girl splashing cold water on his face to see if he's dreaming and she always kindly reminds him he isn't. James is quite obviously more in love with her now than he was back at school, impressive, seeing as most simply thought his love for Lily fed on his wounded pride.
Remus is going through a dark time. He is unemployed, poor man, for being a werewolf. He disappeared for a few months a while back, seems he was trying to connect with his inner 'beast'. Luckily he came back and is coming to accept the cards he's been given in life.
And Peter. Meek and mild as ever, Peter spends most of his days following along in his friends shadows as they trust him with their thoughts and secrets. All the while, he gives whatever information he can to the death eaters, hoping for some scrap of glory to be thrown his way. Yet no one suspects that he could be a traitor.
And the rest of us? We're just trying to make it from day to day. There's a new death in the newspaper each morning. Every afternoon is another funeral. Most of us possess more black clothing than we do anything else and all we feel is numb. Everyone is just numb.
The wars begun. We are the marked
The man smirked down at her and tightened the protective grip he had on her waist.
"Reasons why you love me Lily." he said with a cheeky wink, "Getting to be a long list I'd say"
The red head pretended to look disgusted by him. She turned her freckled nose into the air. But James only laughed, she could hardly stay annoyed with him, even if it was simply a false irritation. As he predicted, Lily sighed and looked back towards him.
"Oh alright, have your fun. Next time we're doing it my-" she stopped short, emerald eyes frozen on the sky. James turned to see what had caught her attention.
A glowing green mark cut the sky.
It's been two years and nothing much has changed.
Sirius, lovable git that he is, can't keep a girl for more than a few weeks. He still keeps a spare robe in his closet, always has clean sheets and never bother to connect the fireplace in his bedroom to a floo network. He hasn't spoken to his mother in three years and, god willing, the horrible woman is dead.
James finally managed to get the time of day from Miss Lily Evans. He's been caught by said girl splashing cold water on his face to see if he's dreaming and she always kindly reminds him he isn't. James is quite obviously more in love with her now than he was back at school, impressive, seeing as most simply thought his love for Lily fed on his wounded pride.
Remus is going through a dark time. He is unemployed, poor man, for being a werewolf. He disappeared for a few months a while back, seems he was trying to connect with his inner 'beast'. Luckily he came back and is coming to accept the cards he's been given in life.
And Peter. Meek and mild as ever, Peter spends most of his days following along in his friends shadows as they trust him with their thoughts and secrets. All the while, he gives whatever information he can to the death eaters, hoping for some scrap of glory to be thrown his way. Yet no one suspects that he could be a traitor.
And the rest of us? We're just trying to make it from day to day. There's a new death in the newspaper each morning. Every afternoon is another funeral. Most of us possess more black clothing than we do anything else and all we feel is numb. Everyone is just numb.
The wars begun. We are the marked