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[lpotter]

Who: Lily and Rory
What: A lulzy meeting
When: Now! Or rather...at a convenient time
Where: L'hopital!
Rating/Status: L for lolololol

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[plastic_roman]

There wasn't a lot Rory was really sure of, at the moment

[lpotter]

Lily was telling the assistant that no, she hadn't had any sort of medical license exactly. Not a nursing degree, not a doctorate. She wasn't a phlebotomist or an x-ray technician. The woman looked into the big television-like box in front of her. A computer, the people at the hotel had called it. It was impressive muggle technology, that was for certain. The woman had been looking through her vacancies when Lily's arm had been seized. Her wand was not in her hand, hiding in her pocket and trying to be inconspicuous. There was no need to flout the Statute of Secrecy here, even if she couldn't presently find the Ministry. They'd find her, she was sure

[plastic_roman]

Amy. Of course, Amy! Had he forgotten her? No, it was more like, in his bemused state, he hadn't thought of her. But the sight of this woman brought things flooding back. Before he was a nurse, he was a Roman. He remembered that. Hanging out, thinking Roman thoughts, doing Roman things...

Before that, he'd died. Which was really very inconvenient because he was supposed to be getting married, and damn that interfering raggedy Doctor anyway because none of this would have happened if it wasn't for him

[lpotter]

His face fell upon realizing that she wasn't this Amy. Lily felt terrible about it. She had no idea who this stranger was, but he looked as if he desperately needed a hug. "It's fine." He was British. That was definitely noticeable. Given that she was also British in this bonkers Canadian town.

"You're English," she noted aloud. "What's a nice English bloke like you doing in this completely barmy place in Canada?" Though she could really talk. Hopefully the woman wouldn't be too offended. Lily was being truthful. This town was honestly just completely absurd. And the people she'd met...well this man seemed to be more sane than the last, though it wasn't as if it were difficult to beat the man who referred to himself as "the Master."

She wondered if she ought to be more on her guard in this town, in case Voldemort had spies out, but her name wasn't incredibly uncommon. She would just have to keep her eyes peeled. "I'm Lily," she volunteered, sticking out a hand.