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Post by LILY LUNA POTTER on Feb 11, 2014 20:28:20 GMT -5
The kiss was all she needed to know that he meant what he had said. There was just as much passion behind it as she had put forth. This wasn't a silly relationship that would come and go. It was already established that she loved him, it had just taken time for them to both realize in what way. Her hands held onto his before he had stood up, her brows furrowing slightly. Clutching them in her lap instead, her blue eyes had softened as she spotted what he was holding in his hands. Her dad's wand. Lily's eyes had dropped to her hands until he was in front of her, the wand in his right. Reaching out, she gingerly took the wand, her eyes scanning over it. It felt warm in her hand as a sense of familiarity washed over her. "It's aligned to me," she murmured before standing up, wrapping her arms around his neck; leaning up on her toes to kiss him. "Thank you." Setting the wand on the nightstand, she took his hand, leading him back to his bedroom instead of the guest room that they were in. Closing the door behind her, she crawled into bed beside him, pulling the blankets back. With his arm tucked behind her pillow, she curled up beside him, finally feeling exhausted enough to try and sleep again. Closing her eyes, she let herself drift off to a nightmarish slumber.
Sitting up, Lily inhaled sharply, her hands reaching up to brush away tears that had escaped while she had been sleeping. Letting her hands drop into her lap, she closed her eyes, breathing slowly to calm down. Glancing over, she noticed that Teddy had finally fell asleep, too. Grinning ever so slightly, she leaned forward, pressing a featherlight kiss to his forehead. Quietly, she stepped out of bed and left the comfort of his room, making her way downstairs. Entering the kitchen, Lily paused before nearly stepping on shards of glass. She had completely forgotten about the bottle breaking. Pursing her lips, she found a broom, sweeping up what was left of the bottle before throwing it away; cleaning up the spilled whiskey last. Sighing, she ran a hand through her hair before pulling it up into a messy ponytail. This was stress cleaning. Her mom did it frequently enough for her to recognize the signs. After opening a cabinet and finding coffee, she put on a pot, leaning against the island as she watched it slowly brew. If he had vodka, she would probably would have spiked hers, too. Hearing a tap on the window, Lily glanced over before opening it, receiving the Daily Prophet the owl was holding. On the front page, in all of it's glory, was a photo of her dad smiling and a title that read, "The Fallen Hero." Laying it down, her face remained indifferent. It still felt surreal to her. Getting a mug out, she poured herself some coffee before cupping it with both hands- watching the neighborhood kids play outside. They had no idea of what was going on in the world. They were still innocent and untainted. Taking a drink, her eyes lingered on them. She knew that her father's death would send her own world spiraling out of control. However, it was the effect it would take on the wizarding world that frightened her.
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Post by EDWARD REMUS LUPIN on Feb 11, 2014 23:12:23 GMT -5
 The previous night, she had fallen asleep before him. He had stayed up next to her, thinking about what would change about the world now. It was about to change due to the loss of the boy that had survived Voldemort. Every encounter with Voldemort, he had survived. Whoever was out there, was proving themselves as being worse than Voldemort. They had managed to kill Harry Potter, a feat no one had accomplished. Numerous wizards and witches had been killed in the past year. The ministry was doing the best that it could, but just as in the past, their efforts were nowhere near helping people as well as they should have. If they had done anything, it had been locking away any death eaters that had left the Battle of Hogwarts before they were able to get sent to Azkaban. One of those death eaters had been Antonin Dolohov, who had killed Remus. That capture was actually accomplished by both Harry and Teddy, a few years ago. The few captures that they had made were nothing compared to what the other side was accomplishing. Peace had settled in too much for the present generation, twenty five years of peace. Twenty five years to wander freely outside without so much as a worry of what could have been in the woods nearby. Without a worry about meeting strangers and if they were finding things out about you with the purpose of passing it on to someone else. The world had become a much different place than it had been during the lives of their parents and grandparents. It was one full of no worries minus the occasional murder here or there. In the past year, everything had turned back to what it was though nowhere near as bad. With the death of Harry, it was only bound to get worse. The thoughts had kept him awake for at least a hour before he had dozed off. It wasn't like him to worry too much on something, but it was definitely something that would be on his mind for a while. After all, the ministry was a part of his life. If anything else had changed, it had been the fact that Lily was sleeping beside him instead of Victoire. When he had awoken, she wasn't beside him. Presumably she was downstairs, having woken up before him. Whenever something was on his mind, he was the type to stay up even when the girl had fallen asleep next to him. Worrying about something was not like him though. He sat up, putting on the watch that was on the nightstand. If anyone took a close look at it, it was Harry's watch which he had received from Molly on his seventeenth birthday. While each of the Potter had something from their father, Teddy had been given the watch from his godfather on his own seventeenth birthday. It was only something that he wore when he went to work which he had a feeling, he would have to eventually go to the Ministry at some point throughout the day. Standing up, he walked over to his closet looking for a shirt to put on. It didn't take long for him to decide on a dark navy blue t-shirt which he pulled over his head. On the top shelf of the closet were three wands which had all belonged to his grandmother, father, and mother. Unlike Lily, he hadn't taken to replacing his own wand with any of the three. Despite not replacing his own wand with them, he hadn't gotten around to getting rid of them perhaps saving them for a later generation. Closing the closet, he made his own way downstairs into the now clean kitchen. Lily was looking out the window with a rolled up paper laying on the counter next to her. It wasn't even a question as to what the paper was. It was the daily prophet announcing the news of Harry's death. Teddy walked over to her and picked up the daily prophet, opening the paper up. He had skipped the story about Harry's death as he turned the pages. Teddy said, "I see you have picked up the bad habits of coffee." It wad all he could think to say for the moment as he stood next to her, looking at the prophet. The news in the paper was about quidditch matches that had taken place throughout the week. While he never had the desire to play on a quidditch team, he still kept up on the professional teams. He said, "We'll probably have to leave soon. The head auror will probably want to assign us, tasks." He didn't go into too much detail over the situation since there was a new head auror. A spot given to Gwen Shacklebolt, someone who he had a complicated relationship with. Kingsley's daughter, of course. As for tasks, Lily would have clearly taken it as the aurors looking for whoever murdered Harry.
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