Am I doing it right? Is there something you'd like to advise me? Lily Evans is a tough character to play, given the small amount of canon info we're given on her personality, so I'm sure I won't be genius with her. Here's where you lovelies come in. Drop a line if you've got a comment on her, if you disagree with the way I'm playing her, or would simply like to plot something.

Constructive criticism is go.
Flames are no. Please keep it civilized and I'll pay attention to whatever you've to say.
Comments are screened, and anonymous comments are enabled.

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Well, this is disturbing...are they still supposed to be here?

Can't be helped, I suppose.

Hello.

[FILTERED; to the people in the living room, who I'm currently IGNORING]

I can still hear you, you know? Will anyone clue me in, or should I just grab earmuffs and pray they work?

[ooc; Late but. If lj=/=a hor, come and get your MAMA TIME.]

I really love Harry -- if I ever have a son, it has to be him. I'm sorry I never got to tell this to him more often.

Whenever Remus or others tell me about parts of Potter's life I wasn't aware of beyond his arrogance and insufferability, I find myself wondering if my future self falling for him is not as crazy at is sounds. Then again, all I have is hero stories and fables, and I want facts.

Speaking of facts, I've gathered notes on how everyone talks to me, or about me, or about the future, and topped with that Obliviate spell... I think I know why I was Obliviated. I just won't voice it, because it would make it real.

[ooc; Someone needs to uphold the angst quota.]

I confess myself a bit--a lot--worried. What exactly is this disease running free in the City? That man was talking about it--the one who advised us all to kill ourselves if infected. And I am not selfish, thank you very much, I just know that most people prefer being healed than being sick!

Stock up on oranges. Plenty of Vitamin C. If that works...

Was everyone honestly licking dead people up two days ago? Highly unhiegyenic, people. Personally, I'd rather have a Sugar Quill. Merlin, I would kill for a Sugar Quill--no, scratch that, I would do everyone's homework for a Sugar Quill. Funny how one ends up missing the luxuries of one's world.

[private; unhackable]

How exactly do I not be your friend ...if I hurt you, I'll stop. Even if that hurts me.

Ah, it's been a while since I last used this journal thing. I'm sorry to anyone who missed my incredibly unhelpful entries, but...oh. Well. You know how it goes. First you hit a rough spot, then things start going better, then you're pulled out of the City, then back in, then something really bad happens of which you've no idea because people still won't tell you anything--within good reason, yes, but still--and then you suddenly find yourself having to stay inside until things smooth over again, and reading all the books in the Library. No, really. All the books. I wasn't this much of an addict in Hogwarts.

So now I'm thinking, once I've went over the books, perhaps I should see films. That doesn't break the time continuum, does it? Me, seing films from the future. Because if it's the case, then I don't know anymore!

There's always that X-Box thing that Claire told me about. And.


Oh, for Merlin's sake, I'm turning into a-- a-- a ruin. A wreck! Someone, anyone, give me something productive to do before I turn into a couch potatoe already!

[private; unhackable]

·Animagus(?)
·Apparation(?)
·Advanced Potions
·Advanced Charms
·Transfiguration
·Cooking (maybe some new recipes?)

...things were easier when I was at school and had to worry about grades, and Potter, and...grades.

[ooc; Cabin fever? Well, it's something. Other than my failure to update her properly.]

Something tells me this isn't part of the dream again. So I must be in the City once more.

I wonder... am I always pulled out just to sleep? I bet there's sadism in there. Let the girl who's thirsty for knowledge not know anything about the future, because it never advances for her. Hmph. Very well, City. It's a challenge.

[ooc; Sleeping makes her optimistic. And no canon update.]

Nothing like a good dose of sports to lift up one's spirits.

In lieu of the games Harry's organizing, I imagine some of you might need lessons on how to fly on a broomstick. I'm volunteering to teach you how, outside of the game's...excitement.

Prince Caspian, of course, you'd be first on the list. If you still want to, that is.

I consider myself lucky to have escaped yesterday's curse. I still find it ridiculous to give them that name, but- Anyway!

Claire Bennet, blonde hair, likes cupcakes. I want to know your secrets~!

[ooc; Snape just made her curious, honestly! But open to misinterpretations.]

Seems like I've been lucky enough to avoid this curse. We'll remember that the realities we see today are not ours, but someone else's, in another world. Where maybe things are better for some

And so, it seems it's not a dream, is it? I'm back in the City. Don't ask me what happened back home, since I'm not even sure time passed for me. I think I was sleeping. Though why I would-- Hmm. I apologize for the...odd...comeback, though.

There really is nothing like relaxing on a Sunday, is there? When the loud son is out with his friends, and the house is clean. I should probably finish that book, but...


Harry, darling, are your friends coming by for lunch again? Warn me before hand this time, will you?

private to Severus; unhackable

Would you like to have dinner together? Somewhere private and quiet. Who knows how bad the next week at school will be.

[ooc; Hey you heard the big story from Snape's entry, so. A few minor details: Lily works as a counselor, which means she'll know...many many people. Especially of the angsty teenager variety. She had a friendly split with her former husband, James, when Harry was 13 or so, because when all you do is fight and squabble daily, something's not working. And the beginning to date her childhood friend started years after that, when something Opened Their Eyes.]

Very peculiar. It's as if I've spent these last days trying to remember something. Something important. Yet, for the life of me, I can't. Remember.

Memory can be so tricky sometimes, can it not? Just like this City, I suppose.

Potter--James. Your...gift. Thank you.

[ooc; BACK GUYZ. Miss her not! So, summary: Obliviated!Lily doesn't rememeber she's gonna DIE. Thanks Harry. Also, back in the days, Sirius told her "James had gotten her a gift". Matchmaker Sirius it seems. So she's being polite...I know, right?]

[hexed private to Harry | unhackable]

We need to talk.

[ooc; Not to sound ominous or anything, but. Lol. IT IS TIME.]

Back to our normal age, City? Splendid.

[Private codes | hexed unhackable]

I've given up trying to think. How do I rationalize the fact that my future is even grimmer than theirs?
I've given up crying. How can I cry when I've so much left to live? How can I be so selfish? All I can think of is that I'm going to die, but I can't stop to think of who I'm leaving behind. Alone. A-ah, it's not even...it hasn't even happened, but the knowledge of it happening makes me want to-- I can't explain it.
I don't like living with people that know my future, while I do not. I makes me feel...inferior. Vulnerable to moments as these. Yet I can't move out.

[ooc; She's stuck on yesterday's angst.]

[Private | Unhackable (maybe hackable by Hermione)]

My best friend is here, and nothing will ever be the same as it used to.
My son is nine years old, and just told me his parents pass away when he's little. I had a feeling, but- I just can't-
I need to get out of this place. Now.

[ooc; Thank you, City curse]

[hexed private | unhackable ]

I think I'm going to be the worst mother ever. Merlin, what--why do--what sort of mentally sane person lets three teenagers go out into the world, face those types of dangers? What is my future self thinking? Am I at least fighting in the Resistance? Even so, my own child? Letting him out like that? Am I saving the world too? Why isn't Pott--James stopping him? Aiding him? Why's only Harry the one that can defeat Voldemort? I mean, it makes me proud that my son will grow up to be a hero, but all those dangers...they're still kids. I'm still a kid, and I...

Why my son?

I've made a list...if it's war, then surely, something must've happened to me.
1. I'm incapacitated from fighting. (Insanity, loss of magical powers, loss of wand. The three sound plausing, yet I don't like any of them.)
2. I'm perfectly fine, fighting with the good side, but being married to Potter those many years has made me insane, and now I go and let my children fight as well.
3. I'm dead It would explain so many things I shouldn't think of this, I really should stop thinking of this I've no number three yet.

[/private]

[friends filter | private codes | hexed unhackable]

The cottage's full again. How delightful...

[private to Severus | private codes | hexed+warded+unhackable]

...I think...we should talk.

[PRIVATE TO FRIENDS | WARDED + HEXED UNHACKABLE | NOT VIEWABLE TO MARAUDERS]

Good morning, City. I...am in Hell. Left alone with the Marauders and Ron? Very bright of you, Harry. It a good thing that sarcasm often distracts them from asking me more questions. But, on the term of them sticking to safety...they're driving me insane. I can't believe I marry one of them.

[PRIVATE TO SNAPE| WARDED + HEXED UNHACKABLE]

Harry told me to ask you if you could make Wolfsbane Potion for Remus. You're not obliged, I could do it as well. Unless you think me uncapable, being muggleborn, and a student.

[PRIVATE TO SELF | VERY UNHACKABLE]

So. My future husband is here, yet I feel no butterflies in my stomach. All I feel is the urge to slap him silly. I don't know why I allowed myself to create a different image of James Potter in my mind. Someone more mature, someone worth falling in love with, and marrying, and having a child with. Reality if often harsher. Here I am, faced with the same James I've always known. Arrogant, bully, insufferable. I'm hoping my future self will have more luck, because Harry really is a nice boy. And he won't be born if his mother kills his father for being a toerag.

He does need to learn how to keep his mouth shut, the boy. Caught that from his father, I suspect. The things he accidentally lets slip...Poor Remus...

[PUBLIC | NOT VIEWABLE TO BELLATRIX LESTRANGE]

Is it...normal for drawings to come to life in a place like this? This owl's rather accurate, if I say so myself. Seems like we've got mail service for today!

[ooc; Totally unaware of Harry being gone, whups.]

[private]

Cozy little cot, isn't it? I suppose we should be making outselves at home, but...I can't-I can't deal with all of this. Again. First I find out I have a son, and then that my best friend turns out to be a Death Eater. And my son hates him. And he's killed someone. Oh, Severus, how did it get to this? I must've not helped at all, isn't that so? All those words I promised myself I'd tell you must've slipped through one ear and went out through another. Merlin, liking the Dark Arts is one thing, but a Death Eater? We're enemies now. You should be killing me. But you're not...

Something doesn't fit this puzzle. Something's out of place. What sort of Death Eater, convinced-haters of all things muggle and muggle-borns alike, will go through so much trouble to help me? Is it some sort of duty? I can't figure you out, Severus Snape, but I swear I won't stop trying to. I still owe you a beating for being such a fool, though.

[private to Trio]

So, one Sirius Black has arrived to the City. Harry, I trust you won't let the whole "oh yes, I'm James' cousin" to him, because Sirius would be the first person to know if James had a cousin, and if that insufferable boy hears that you're--well, he'll be sure to put two and two together. So be subtle, will you?

Also. The three of you, a question. Voldemort's not defeated in your time, is he?

[private to friends]

We're fine now. Please remember what Harry said, and try to forget about us. Keep safe.

[ooc; Lily's feeling the pressure way too much. (Snape and Dumbles and Sirius OH MY) Also, anyone whom she's been nice to can consider themselves her friend. Anyone not Bellatrix.]

( Private; hexed unhackable )

I'm sorry if I've worried anyone these days. I haven't been harmed, or in any type of danger. I'm perfectly fine, actually. Sarah, my co-Gryffindors, may I return to our home, now?

Obi-Wan, I hope you've recovered your common sense.
Mister Dresden, I'd love to take up that job.

Harry...we should talk.

[ooc; WHEEEEEEEE MY FINALS ARE OVER SUMMER BREAK IS HERE! Enter, emo time.]