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.❞

vancesemmes:

“I need to be on the pitch tomorrow–” she was being hopelessly optimistic that this was going to go away by tomorrow and that she’d be ready to go, “we’ve got a game coming up–”

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“I can live with the bruise, it’s only going to take a few days” glancing down at the purplish mess, it wasn’t the worst she’s received. “I think I would have deserved a little suffering–” she mumbled, a sheepish smile at her lips. 

❝talk to POTTER about that but i cant guarantee you’ll actually be up for it by tomorrow. you don’t look too hot right now emme, i mean it. don’t push yourself because you might end up hurting yourself even more.❞ the girl gave the brunette a soft pat on the shoulder, reassuring her despite the negative news. ❝i think you’re exaggerating just a bit.❞

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vancesemmes:

“A fever? That’s a bit dramatic, don’t you think?” her widening eyes betraying her, she wanted to hold on to the hope that she’d be good by tomorrow morning, a lit bit of an ache, but fever free.

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A weary smile tugged at her lips, “thanks Lils–” she mumbled, focusing on the wall rather than her face as she let her get to it. Maybe Benjy was right – they had just needed time. 

❝right because i’m one for dramatics.❞ lily’s brows shot upwards as she gave the brunette an incredulous look, running the humid towel along her temples so the fever would lessen as quick as possible. ❝if you take it easy tonight i’m sure you’ll be fine by tomorrow. i can’t say much about that nasty bruise but i’ve done my best.❞

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❝of course emme. you know i wouldn’t just leave you to suffer in silence. you’re too good at that for your own good.❞  the girl teased, a soft smile perching itself upon her lips. 


vancesemmes:

“Try downing it and you’d think twice about that–” all it had taken was one incident earlier on that year for it to be a hard no. More of a never again. “Not a fair fight and you know it –” she grumbled, “I can go to the wing – you don’t have to do this–”

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❝i can take you any time and place but how about we save the theatrics for another time, you like like you’re starting to get a fever from the pain.❞ lily frowned, setting down the rag and fully facing her friend. ❝you’re right, the only thing i HAVE to do in life is die. i’m doing this because i want to, because i care about you so stop fussing and just accept it.❞

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vancesemmes:

“It’s a hit or a miss–” she couldn’t help but chuckle slightly at how literal that had become, “well, it was either say that or drink the bloody skele-gro– what do you think I was going to go with?” she’d do anything to avoid that vile substance down her throat. “I’m not going to win this, am I?” she huffed, defeated. She knew the redhead well enough to know when to call it quits and considering the blaring pain, she didn’t think she had it in her to fight.

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❝considering how twisted your arm looked, i would have chosen the skele-gro, no contest. ❞ lily cringed, a small smile breaking onto her lips as she continued to tend to her friends wounds, recognizing her defeat in her features. ❝no you’re not, you’re welcome to continue to fight me but you’re weak right now and i think we both know where this is inevitably going so just suck it up.❞

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vancesemmes:

“Helps with the rage–” she offered, gritting her teeth ever so slightly as tried to focus on her breathing, she was aching everywhere. “Not his fault – I was practicing on my own, I just wanted to get my mind off of things–” slumping against the couch, tilting her head back in an attempt to get comfortable. “Evans, I’m fine–” eying the redhead before her, it was the first time they had spoken in days and yes, she loathed being babied, but talking to her nearly made it worth it. 

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❝oh yeah, clearly it does WONDERS.❞ heavy sarcasm lined her tone, her brows arched upwards as she shook her head, moving things around in her purse before pulling her wand out of her knee sock, swiftly changing a pile of her books into a bowl, some small towels and conjuring up some water so she could press the humid towel onto the wound, hoping it would alleviate some of the pain. ❝that’s the same thing you said when you broke your arm third year. you don’t have to tough it out, i’ve known you long enough to read your body language. just let me help, maybe then you’ll actually get some sleep tonight.❞

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vancesemmes:

“I’m fine–” she groaned, collapsing against the couch, “just a bludger, I lost focus and I think I stopped the swelling–” she mumbled, lifting up the hem of her shirt to see purplish skin. She had just felt someone hovering, finally taking a few seconds to see who it was. 

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@xo-lilithmarie

❝there is NOTHING fine about it, i’ll have potter’s head for not sending you to the infirmary right away.❞ lily scolded, her eyes focusing on the wound while a soft frown perched itself on her soft lips. ❝the appeal of this game continues to get even more baffling as time goes on. are you sure you’re okay? are you seeing spots? has anyone brought you some ice yet? i know you don’t like being babied but i swear to merlin vance you’re going to sit here and take it until i know you’re absolutely spiffing.❞

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TRUST /trʌst/: though it seems like a simple concept upon revision of it’s definition, trust isn’t as easy as it seems. in fact, there were very few people lily evans could truly trust with her deepest darkest feelings and thoughts and EMMELINE VANCE was one of those people. lily wasn’t really big on o p e n i n g up to people at all. she hated feeling weak or looked down upon and it crushed her soul when she was being attacked for something she had no say in whatsoever. keeping a brave face plastered on her face for years at a time took its toll on the redhead and before she was on the verge of exploding, she sought comfort in her best friend. FINALLY she let someone into her heart and showed them the pain she felt when her classmates sneered her way, the pressure that crushed her soul to be just ‘witchy’ enough yet just ‘muggle’ enough back home. the only person she could bear to open up to was emmeline because she let her cry without getting overly emotional with her and that was when lilith truly knew she could trust the girl with ANYTHING.


vancesemmes:

“Fine–” gathering her things, “I’ve got to head to the pitch anyway–” she mumbled, sparing the redhead one last look, “I’ll be around if you need me–”

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❝ mhm, see you whenever.❞ lily nodded, swiftly grabbing her bag and walking off without giving the girl another glance. 

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vancesemmes:

“You’re not a burden and I’m sorry that I made you feel like you were--” there were a million things she wanted to say, but nothing she could say would fix it let alone make her feel better, “Lily – I’m sorry. Okay? I’m so sorry– I’m being a hypocrite, because if you did this with Fenwick – I’d lose it” 

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“It’s your problem and merlin knows that I hate it when people tell me how I feel let alone tell me what to do – I’m just going to listen, I swear. I love you both and I’m just going to sit in a corner and bask in the shambles of my love life. No meddling from this point on–” she promised. 

❝ just forget it, really. i’m not exactly in a talkative mood anymore. ❞  

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vancesemmes:

“For fucks sake Lily, I’m not trying to tell you how to feel – he just sounded like a mess–” she muttered – it wasn’t what she saying that was playing through her head, it was his perspective and the last thing she wanted to do was have Evans at her head, “I wouldn’t call you a bitch – saying no, doesn’t make you a bitch and you can say what you want and I’m not trying to shove this down your throat, but you sound like a fucking martyr and you might not cry about it, but you are walking into things waiting to rip a throat out. I’m glad we cleared the air, but you didn’t even know if that rumour was true, and you were still hostile – so don’t tell me that it’s not taking a toll on you–” 

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❝ i’ll try not to BURDEN you with my thoughts since you already know so much about it all, i apologize if trying to do right by someone that means a lot to me makes me sound like a bloody martyr. he might sound like a fucking mess but this isn’t exactly a walk in the fucking park for me either and i’m trying to figure it out as i go and you know what this is completely pointless, forget i ever said anything. cheers, em. ❞

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