Flash backs

[gifted_witch]

Who: Lily, OPEN
Where: The mansion's staircase and hall.
When: Victorian flashback event
Rating: PG (so far)
Summary: Lily believes the event is a dream and is going with it
Story: (

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[pottershotter]

James had been wandering about the mansion, his elegant dress robes swishing about as he walked. They were black, with a hazel trim that brought out his eyes, and it was the sort of thing his parents would have made him wear to important functions, and he always hated things like that.

Once he had received that ball invitation, he had taken off on his own to look for Lily. Lately, he had felt somewhat discouraged that Lily had returned as the Lily who had been best friends with Snape. He would be more careful the second time around, that was certain. They had become so close, and then it was taken away. It was driving him absolutely mad. Something in the back of his mind seemed to be tugging at him though, and reminding him just how badly he wanted to be with her. He wanted them to be together. He wanted to marry her and have a little boy who would save the world, and he wanted them to miraculously live through it all so they would grow old together. He had never forgotten, but it was so vivid in his mind now

[gifted_witch]

"Mister Potter." That was entirely more formal than she would have expected, the surprise of it showed on her face. As he neared she bent slightly, dipping her head and bending at the knee in greeting to him, also entirely odd to her. This dream was strange, but it reminded her of some of the older movies she had seen on telly late nights.

lily took a step forward, her gloved hand reaching out flatly to let Potter take it when he crossed to her. "I trust you are well today?" It was not what she'd wanted to ask, but it seemed the pleasantries would not be allowed to fall silent

[pottershotter]

James bowed in reply to her curtsy, though the gesture seemed to surprise him just a little as well. When he was given her hand, however, he wasted no time in politely kissing it before standing straight again.

" I'm quite well, Miss Evans," he said, smiling. " I hope that you are as well?"

James thought it was kind of strange, in all honesty. He certainly didn't sound like himself when he was speaking this way, but Lily, this younger Lily, was not typically so polite with him either. He decided that he wouldn't complain, and that it was much better than being called Mister Toerag, or something along those lines.

[gifted_witch]

"I am most well, Mister Potter, thank you."

Lily withdrew her hand and smiled, folding her gloved wrists one over the other and smiled. "This is a decidedly odd dream." She laughed lightly, dainty color rising to her cheeks. She really had no desire to simply stand where they were but asking a man to walk was inappropriate, even if she wished to her mouth would not form the words.

"But the weather is very lovely outside, have you been out today?"