hopelessly hopeful
LILITH MARIE EVANS
Lily Evans
head girl

❝she was a beautiful dreamer. the kind of girl who kept her head in the clouds, loved above the
S T A R S and left regret beneath the EARTH she walked on.❞

ppcttigrew:

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he said, pulling his feet in to make more room for her. Pete wasn’t sure if James had told her what had happened to them yet or not, but he certainly didn’t want to be the one to break it to her. “Is that what this place does to us? We’re so bored we’re making up games to stay awake?” He chuckled, though the statement came out more bitter than he intended. Peter hated staying there, he missed his bed and he was restless. He needed answers. “Uh–yeah. We can do that.”

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❝ when i was here, i had to resort to talking to pomfrey about the benefits of muggle remedies versus magical solutions so trust me, games are a step up.❞ lily offered a meek smile, her eyes clearly showing how well she understood his position. being confined to the infirmary was worse than any sort of punishment or torture, mostly because you were either forced to combat your nightmares or sort through your darkest thoughts, and neither was quite appetizing. ❝so, how about this. we each throw down a random card at the same time. when we draw the same card, the last one to touch the other’s card is forced to take the deck. the goal is to end up with the least amount of cards. sound good?❞

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ppcttigrew:

He glanced up, not surprised to see Lily standing at the foot of his bed. James was in the infirmary too, though Peter hadn’t yet felt up to visiting him. With an overdramatic sigh, he patted the edge of the bed, gesturing for her to sit. “I suppose I’ve never been one to turn down hot cocoa.” He held it in his hands, knowing it was too hot to drink, though the warmth of the mug brought him comfort. “Cards sounds fun, yeah.” Anything to stay preoccupied. “Not sure I remember too much myself, but we’ll see.” Pete gave Lily a small, though genuine, smile, grateful for the distraction.

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❝that’s a good way to live your life, it would be a sin to reject such a drink from a lady. ❞ lily’s smile widened as she took a seat at the foot of the boys bed, fetching a worn deck of cards from the inner lining of her robes that covered her sleeping gown. she’d taken to lingering around the infirmary in the evenings in hopes of being closer to james, since it was so difficult for her to sleep without him nowadays.  ❝ i suppose we could always figure out a new game together, our own personal means of entertainment. what do you say? ❞

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ppcttigrew:

Nightmares had always been something Peter was intimately familiar with. Ever since he was a boy, his mind ran rampant and it usually resulted in bad sleep–if he got any at all. His mother attested it to his ‘overactive imagination.’ All Pete knew was that he’d felt tired since he was six years old, and as far as he was concerned, that was why he was so spacey all the time. 

Tonight had been no different. If anything, the events of the attack had given the dark parts of his mind more fuel. Keys and trolls and chess–it was the last part that currently haunted Wormtail. He awoke, screaming, after seeing the queen’s piece take a swing at him like it had back in the chess chamber. Peter began tugging at the bandages wrapped round his arm, mistaking them for Devil’s Snare. 

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After a moment he was able to collect himself and take a deep breath, though he was sure by now he’d woken up the whole infirmary, if not half of the castle. He already felt like the weak link among their budding group; the last thing he wanted was anyone to see him for what he was.

“I’m not taking visitors,” Peter groaned, after hearing echoing footsteps approaching his bed in the once-again-quiet hospital wing.

❝ you sure? i brought hot chocolate and everything pete. it’s rude to turn down a nice warm beverage. ❞ lily waited patiently by the foot of peter’s bed, her bright green eyes sullen with a recognizable understanding, her hands draped delicately over the sheets. she’d been glued to james’ bedside ever since pomfrey allowed visitors into the infirmary so the sudden outburst called for her attention, the striking similarities to what she’d experienced only a few weeks prior breaking her heart into a million pieces. she cared for peter though she rarely expressed her fondness, so seeing him upset coaxed a soft almost motherly instinct into action.  ❝ do you want to stay up for a bit? play some cards? ❞  the girl offered, moving the jug of hot cocoa to the bedside table slowly, afraid any sudden movements might jar the boy. she recalled how terrified she was when she awoke from her momentary slumber post-traumatic incident and how difficult it was to sleep, how she yearned for any excuse to stay awake. perhaps that was how she could help him.  ❝ dad taught me how to play poker a while back, his favorite game. i could teach you if you’re up for it? ❞

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