Post by Lily Evans on Aug 2, 2009 8:38:27 GMT -5
"Does it make a difference, being muggleborn?"
[/size][/color]Hello, my name is; Maps
And I have been roleplaying for; Seven or eight years, I think.
And my time zone is; Australian Eastern Daylight
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For the times we've had,
and the times we're yet to see.
Name; - Lily Potter, née Evans
Nicknames; - Lil
Date of Birth; - January 30th, 1960
Nationality; - A small hamlet near Spinner’s End
Orientation; - Straight
Blood Status; - Muggleborn
Wand; - Willow, 10¼", unicorn hair
Likes;
{+} Sundays
{+} Charms
{+} Snow and rain
{+} Staying in touch with old friends …
Dislikes;
{-} Voldemort's seemingly imminent uprising
{-} The Darks Arts
{-} James' pet names
{-} James Potter
{-} Making avoidable mistakes
{-} Summer weather
Patronus; - A doe! (I'll add reasons ASAP)
Boggart; - The faceless man whose name people whisper, 'The Dark Lord', taking away those she loves. (Perhaps stemming from the fear of Severus getting mixed up with his followers, not necessarily in death)
Strengths;
{+} Charms
{+} Quick wit and intelligence
{+} Calmness
{+} Herbology
{+} Potions
{+} Kindness and caring to go with a sweet smile
Weaknesses;
{-} The famous fiery temper James Potter seems drawn to
{-} Pride
{-} Holding grudges
{-} Difficulty letting people in
Appearance; From the foundations of a pale, red-haired muggle child named Lily Evans had come the pale, willowy, auburn-headed witch. As a girl, she was always the shortest in her peer group, looser around the edges, a childish chubbiness that she lost sometime between her second and third year at Hogwarts. Her height averaged out around sixteen, and she grew into a womanly shape. Something not quite as average as her weight or height were her looks; milk pale skin with few brown freckles spread over the bridges of her nose, and the tops of her cheeks, a small, long and slightly up-turned nose, wide almond-shaped, heavy-set green eyes, and slightly curled, dark auburn hair she always kept long.
Lily was quite attractive if you forgave the length of her nose, the space between her eyes, the generous width of her mouth, the way the bottom lip far out-weighted the top. Her looks did seem to have, however, captured the attention of two young men in particular—Severus Snape and James Potter. The first from the moment he had set eyes on her (or very near to it), and, the second, when she grew into herself, standing out from the rest of the possibilities.
Personality; Of the two Evans children, Lily was always brighter. Not meant in the way of smarts (although she probably was more intelligent), but, personality-wise, she stood out further than a reclusive Petunia. Her attitude was almost reckless at times, or at the very least not attentive to rules or danger, and her sister became a nagging voice of reason. Though, her level of recklessness was nothing in comparison to, say, Sirius Black’s, she knew her boundaries. This child’s curiosity was long-lived, possibly due to the fantasy world she found herself thrown into at age eleven, which had her ever eager to learn and understand.
Her outlook on life had always been light and carefree, though more realistic with age, a philosophy she tried to work on her best friend, Severus, who came from an obviously different background. The only thing that has changed as she nears adulthood is a sense of cause and effect, and, of course, her level of maturity. Lily was still a buoyant and joyful individual who looked at everything, and everyone, first with an open mind.
History; Lily’s life is mapped out in stages of friendship. Beginning then ending with Petunia, and then Severus, and finally James. These were the three people who affected her most, who entered her life and left something behind.
Petunia and Lily Evans were similar in everyway—except in looks, disposition and thinking. Despite being polar opposites, they had a bond that was tighter than mere friendship. Every moment, from a young age, they spent together, they shared the same room, and still share the same memories. However, unnoticed by Lily, Petunia slowly started pulling away as they got older; their marks started differing in school, she was old enough to know that the tricks Lily could do were unusual, and then that Snape boy came into their lives. It was a war of silence between then, at least on Petunia’s part, who couldn’t believe her best friend, her sister would do something without her, wouldn’t give her the secret to magic. Lily couldn’t bear Petunia’s coldness, nor losing the only friend she had ever needed or wanted, but in her unnamed grief she attached herself to Severus, because he was a solid something that needed friendship as much as she did then.
“That’s where you’re going … a special school for freaks. You and that Snape boy… weirdos, that’s what you two are. It’s good you’re being separated from normal people. It’s for our safety.”
From the age of nine, Severus Snape became her close companion. He taught her about what she was, he made it seem anything but as frightening as it felt. It was with his guidance that she left her muggle sister behind, and entered the world she was destined for.
“But, Sev, what if I can’t do magic? What if I get there, and they give me a wand, and I can’t do it. They’ll send me home, I know it …”
“You can already do magic, you just need the wand to … to make it come out properly. They would never send you home, not with all of the magic you’ve got.”
“Tell me about the houses again, Ravenpuff and Huffledoor.”
“Ravenclaw is for the brainy, you know, and Hufflepuff’s are pretty stupid but are supposed to be nice. You don’t want to be in either of those. There’s Gryffindor, but that’s full of brainless Quidditch players. Slytherin’s the house you want to be in, it’s prestigious, that’s what my mum says.”
However, the sorting hat placed her into Gryffindor, much to both her and Severus’ initial dismay. Lily soon found her friend’s bias, and their inter-house friendship continued, though her dislike for most Slytherin’s was quite apparent. Over their Summer breaks, Lily found Severus to be more himself without the overshadowing influence of his (in her opinion) unwisely taken friends. But, when they returned to Hogwarts, he seemed to become a different person, a more withdrawn someone who was most certainly not her friend, Sev. They did, however, make do—their mutual dislike for two boys in particular held them together, though would be their undoing.
“I know you don’t like Potter, Sev, but maybe if you just … —”
“Just what, exactly? Stopped walking in the corridors, didn’t talk to you? I think it’s more the fact that I exist, you know.”
“Severus, I … I didn’t mean it like that …”
“What did you mean, then?”
“Well, I, it’s just … No, don’t you make this about me!”
“But, it is about you, Lily.”
In her fifth and sixth year she became a Gryffindor Prefect, though her schooling life was not without it’s bumps and bruises. One such bruise went by the name of James Potter. His consistency and persistence could have been seen as a virtue, but Lily knew better.
Lily and Severus first met James on the Hogwarts Express, and forever after would Sev be affectionately known as ‘Snivellus’, tormented and teased by James and company. Lily’s best efforts proved fruitless, and, much to her dislike, very often ended in bargaining Severus’ sanity for a date over a pint of butter beer. And, it was to be with one word that Severus pushed her into James Potter’s arms indefinitely (or, at least, sped up that inevitable process).
Mudblood.
“I never meant to call you a Mudblood, it just-”
“Slipped out? It’s too late. I’ve made excuses for you for years. None of my friends understand why I even talk to you. You and your precious little Death Eater friends – you see, you don’t even deny it! You don’t even deny that’s what you’re all aiming to be! You can’t wait to join You-Know-Who, can you? I can’t pretend anymore. You’ve chosen your way, I’ve chosen mine.”
“No – listen, I didn’t mean –”
“ – to call me a Mudblood? But you call everyone of my birth Mudblood, Severus. Why should I be any different?”
It was with pride that Lily held her muggle heritage, that she came from a non-magical background and had excelled. Her whole life had changed, and it often made her wonder what it would have been like otherwise. Severus’ outburst was one of many, and yet the only one that had affected her, and deeply.
It was around this time she started journaling in a patchy leather book she picked up in Diagon Alley the Summer previous, and would from that moment on, however irregularly, write things she could never have told anyone—or, well, there was one person.
“Dear Severus,
I heard some disturbing things last night, in the common room… . I can’t help but think you’re in on it, that you’re with Avery and Mulciber when they do these things… . They say Lucius Malfoy is a Death Eater, now that he’s left school. We've only got two years left… what are you going to do? I am worried… . I can’t help it. I miss talking to you… ”
Lily began to feel a little empty, like there was a piece missing. Or, maybe that piece had always been missing. Maybe, just maybe, she needed Severus more than she thought.
