elnysa | oo1: video. un: lilies.

[ lily potter has had something of a jarring entrance into el nysa, and has remained relatively quiet since her arrival. she's spent most of the time with her ragtag family in some sort of attempt to parse through everything that had happened. and, honestly -- lily hasn't managed to do that. she isn't entirely sure whether or not she could ever do that.

but sitting around and doing nothing is also definitely not her style. she needs to be proactive, to find her spot in this new world. get information, learn how to adapt and survive, and try to get through everything that has happened.

even in times of peace, war is still the predominating factor in how she tries to analyze what in the actual hell has happened.

so lily (a young twenty-something-year-old with a huge amount of red hair and green eyes) presents as tired, but with color in her cheeks and a brightness in her eyes. she's noticed some people have been asking for jobs, and lily knows that she needs to do that eventually, too -- but to introduce herself to her new community of ... well, refugees, lily figured something a little less to-the-point was more appropriate.

information is needed. and in this world, there are so many different people, people who are living openly, that it doesn't seem that magic is so taboo here as it is in the muggle world back home. it's almost refreshing, really, but it also leads lily to a question: ]

This entire world is miraculous, isn't it?

[ literally. figuratively. metaphorically. she's breathing, isn't she? ]

I'm new, here -- I'm sure a lot of other people are going to say the same thing in the coming weeks, and I know people who have been here for longer than I have are probably tired of the questions. [ tough shit is what she wants to say, but ah well. ] My name is Lily, and I come from a world where there are a lot of different types of people, too. I'm not sure how many skills or talents I have that will be useful to any of you, but I do want to know -- how many of you believe in, or practice, magic?

[ that's it. that's her question. but after figuring that that blunt question might lead the suspicious to not really want to answer, she continues. it's a risk, and it feels odd saying it -- but after seeing so many different people, and watching the network closely, she figures it's a risk that could probably pay off in spades: ]

I'll show you mine if you show me yours.

[ lily potter will make ice sculptures out of rain puddles all day if it means someone will give her something to do, thanks. ]

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Is Sirius Black lecturing me about tradition?

[ with a laugh in her throat. ]

Society may very well crumble. Muggleborns will be in charge and intermingling with the purebloods, the world will be in absolute ruin. But that future sounds bright, I think? Mr. Black.

Who better to lecture you than me? I'm elbow deep in tradition, I love the stuff. And I must say, Mrs Potter, what you've described just there is absolutely the sort of tradition I can get behind. Absolute ruin, chaos, purebloods weeping in corner and muggleborns as far as the eye can see.

Nigh on paradisiacal.

[ sirius earns another laugh, at that.

for a second, this feels normal. and that's fine -- lily can deal with normal, for the time being. ]

The Second Coming, surely. The Noble House of Black and all of their decedents must be rolling in their proverbial graves at the thought of such ruinous chaos.

[ lily can only imagine what sirius' mother would say at such blasphemy. ]

Lily.

[In a tone like, you shouldn't have.]

Honestly. You should have saved that for my birthday. Ancestors rolling in their graves, you know that's my favourite.

[Luckily, they've all been destroyed. He nearly says it to her before he thinks better of it, and that hesitation reminds him that this is not back to normal, that there are years between them where he lived and she did not, and James did not, and that is not a chasm that can be closed. Just-- mended over, maybe. Straddled by a bridge.]

If you're going to be violating statutes, I'd think you'd go for some flashier spells.

[ sirius' birthday was close, when lily remembers home last. before he showed up to their home. what a painful birthday.

lily pushes past the thought, wrinkling her nose at sirius' criticism of her grand reveal. ]

Do you have any suggestions?

[ granting sirius a blank check is a dangerous thing, but. here they are. ]

Of course I have suggestions.

[He resists the urge to say something flippant, it's like you don't know me at all, something falsely hurt and overstated that would feel, strangely, a little true somewhere at its root. Except it isn't that she doesn't know him. She still does. Whatever the chasm is between them, it's shorter for her--deeper, maybe, because she has died, because she knows what that is, and if Sirius thinks too long on that he begins to feel that same familiar black seep of despair.

And for his part, it is more that Sirius is trying, still, to find his way back to what he was when he last saw Lily. That it is easy to fake everything when he doesn't think too hard about it. That there are these brief moments where he can carry on conversations and put away the feeling, which is too complicated for summation but goes something like: a bad feeling, a feeling like the moment he walks away, she and James will disappear. Is it easier or harder, to speak over these devices? A little bit of both, and both because she isn't there, where he can see her.

All this is to say that, suggestions, by comparison, are as easy as falling off a hippogriff.]

Incendio would be proper flash, I'd say. And then a little flame-freezing, and you can really do a job of showing off.

[ of course he has suggestions. of course. ]

I think you may need to spend more time around Muggles, Sirius, because that might properly scare people.

[ with half a laugh. though: ]

I was thinking more along the lines of creating pretty birds or filling jugs of water, but lighting things on fire is a proper introduction to the art of magic, if your name is Sirius Black.

Oh, yeah, jugs of birds, pretty water, that's all fine and good. Sounds lovely. Perhaps you can transfigure me a set of china for tea, while you're at it?

Only people--even muggles--like to be a little scared. Just a little. And I won't believe otherwise. I've seen the mad stuff they come up with for their movies.

Transfigure your own tea.

[ a slight quip ]

And movies are no more mad than finding out wizards and witches legitimately fly around on broomsticks.

Flying by broomstick is perfectly normal, thanks. It's the flying about in massive tubes with wings grafted onto the sides that's mad.

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