lily (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} evns) wrote, |
The fact that Petunia thought she was a freak hurt Lily more than she could ever say, so she avoided her sister and said nothing on the matter to either her mother or father not wanting to put them in the middle. Most of the time she stayed in her room, going out for the occasional long walk in the forest near her home, although now that Severus had decided he hated her, the place that had once been her childhood sanctuary was a very lonely place indeed.
She’d been sprawled out on her bedroom floor, legs up on the bed, hair everywhere, nose in a tawdry Muggle romance novel she’d gotten from the library earlier that day. There were only a few weeks of break left, and she decided to pass the time reading the most ridiculous books she could find – this one about a disgraced lady of the court turned reclusive beekeeper being swept off her feet by a rakish baron was particularly hilarious. As the reclusive beekeeper’s bosom heaved and Lily was snickering there was a tapping at the window.
Lifting her gaze towards the source of the sound she wasn’t exactly shocked by the sight of the owl, although she hadn’t been expecting any post either. After the window was opened and the owl was settled on a perch she kept for birds bringing she disappeared for just a moment, bringing the creature a dish of water before she sat on the floor and read the note.
“Ha!” the sound broke the silence and gave the owl a little startle, looking at the bird she asked it to wait for just a moment and headed over to her desk, quickly scrawling her reply.
“Black –
If your idiot friend Potter put you up to this go take a long walk off a short pier.
Otherwise, sure.
Lily.”
The letter was rolled up and after it was secured to the owl she sent the bird on its way, returning to the reclusive beekeeper's heaving bosom once more - wholly not expecting further correspondence.