Post by lily luna potter on Nov 3, 2017 21:10:01 GMT -7
@jamie & Ginevra Molly Potter (maybe after a few posts when they get to the station?)
Things shouldn’t have been able to get worse than they already were. That wasn’t supposed to be possible anymore. And yet here she was, sitting on the Hogwarts Express across from Jamie, who had just graduated from school, on the way back to King’s Cross Station in London two weeks earlier than planned. The last month had been like living in a dream. Or a nightmare, rather. A dream-like state where everything that happened only fed into the ever growing negativity and pain. Adrian leaving months back seemed like a non-issue at this point in time. That was elementary, petty almost. Painful sure, but not something permanent by any means. The horrors that the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students had endured was something else altogether. So many were gone. Elias was gone. Another werewolf that she had hoped to add to the pack. The family. If only that was it though.
The month had already sucked well before the explosions even happened. It only started by being told that her dad was gone. Missing. Poofed from existence and nowhere to be found. Lily wasn’t even sure if she knew how to process that weeks later. What did that even mean, gone? There was no closure to that, no answers to her thousands of questions. How could her dad, Harry Potter, go missing without anything more than a letter left behind addressing the family? None of that made sense to her. What was so pressing that he couldn’t tell any of them? That he couldn’t write her and tell her? There was no way to describe the confusion and pain that caused, because it was an empty void of nothing and yet everything all at the same time. A black hole of emotions that wanted to be simultaneously released and suppressed, because doing either would mean acknowledging any number of her father’s possible fates.
The destruction of the other schools’ transportation was simply a distraction from her own demons, and as cruel as it sounded, she welcomed it for a short while. Everyone else trying to comprehend the same inexplicable pain she had been going through made her feel normal again, even if it was only for a second or two. It was sick to think that way, but it helped at the time. Packing everything in her dorm room and getting on the train brought it all rushing back though, and the normally fun trip back to London was instead quiet. She didn’t even know how to talk to Jamie anymore, because they were probably in the same headspace but not at the same time. So Lily just sat there on her seat, head slouched against the wall of the cabin, her eyes staring out at the countryside that was flashing past them in a blur. That had to be some kind of symbol for life over the last few weeks.