Owl to Severus Snape

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We need to talk.

Meet me at the old playground at half past six, don't be late.

Lots of love,

Lily

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*Lily is interrupted by a rock. It's a good rock. Round and flat - perfectly fitted for the clenched fists of children, for summer lakes, for sailing right past Lily's ear and landing squarely above Snape's own. It falls into his lap, its lengthening distance, its subjection to gravity, leaving space for the pre-pubescent roars and a flowering, expanding sort of pain.

He wobbles then clenches, a reaction delayed by awkward seconds and humiliation.*

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*The moment the rock flies past her cheek, Lily rounds on the boys, overpowering their giggles with a sharp shout.*

OY! Either quit it or piss off, will you?

*She turns back around, gaze resting on Snape once more. Her knitted brow relaxes as Lily picks at her already chipped nail polish.*

You know, secrets eat you alive. From the inside out, just gnawing away until that moment when something triggers panic. And that's all I can see right now, panic.