*Right now Lily doesn't give a fuck about covering up holes, or the Ministry snooping. By now it's old hat, and it won't be the first or the last time the Ministry has come around questioning her. First about Gudgeon, then regarding the wands...next they'll come around asking questions about what Snape said to her at eleven in the morning 18 July 1974.
Her breathing is shallow and she has to take a deep breath before completing her next sentence. It's something she figured she might say at some point, at least some variation of it. Yet the words feel thick and surreal on her tongue, and she can't even stand to look Moody in the eye. He doesn't care, and neither does James. Neither of them can be considered a source of comfort, so she wraps her arms around herself. She's hasn't felt this emotionally isolated in a long time. Her gaze is set on the floor.*
He's dead, isn't he? You think they've killed him.
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Date: 2011-09-08 06:38 pm (UTC)Her breathing is shallow and she has to take a deep breath before completing her next sentence. It's something she figured she might say at some point, at least some variation of it. Yet the words feel thick and surreal on her tongue, and she can't even stand to look Moody in the eye. He doesn't care, and neither does James. Neither of them can be considered a source of comfort, so she wraps her arms around herself. She's hasn't felt this emotionally isolated in a long time. Her gaze is set on the floor.*
He's dead, isn't he? You think they've killed him.