Seeing as how she had absolutely no interest in backing off, Lily spent the following month observing James and Remus from a distance. She respected James' wish to not make any more friends, and gave him space - but that didn't stop her from observing them both. More than anything Lily wanted the close attention she paid to James, silently comparing him to Remus as the weeks passed, to be all for nothing. She wanted to be worried for no reason, and to have ample reason to roll her eyes at herself after her worst fears were put to rest.
None of that happened, however, and instead, as the weeks wore on and Remus began to look ill as he always did, there was James, suffering right along with him. To call it unsettling would do the way she felt little justice. Once, when she thought she had connected the dots about Remus, what they led to was too terrible to consider, and she had backed away - now with he and James both changing as the moon went towards full there was no more ignoring the truth and writing it off as too improbable. The impossible was in fact, very much plausible, as chilling as it was.
Like always, Remus disappeared, now with James, and while she continued to take notes for them both during classes, she waited for them - James especially to return.
Dozing lightly in the common room after a night spent sitting up reading, one eye in the direction of the portrait hole Lily jolted awake at the first sound of footsteps. Blinking blearing in the dim light of the dying fire she sat beside, she held her breath as she watched James' silhouette come into view.
Without knowing what she meant to say or do Lily bit her lip while rising to her feet, ignoring the way she could have used a nice stretch to cross the room quickly, reaching out to touch his shoulder as she looked at him somberly. "You're a werewolf, aren't you?"
There was no sense mincing words, but she kept her voice soft, despite the early hour.
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Date: 2021-08-08 12:03 am (UTC)None of that happened, however, and instead, as the weeks wore on and Remus began to look ill as he always did, there was James, suffering right along with him. To call it unsettling would do the way she felt little justice. Once, when she thought she had connected the dots about Remus, what they led to was too terrible to consider, and she had backed away - now with he and James both changing as the moon went towards full there was no more ignoring the truth and writing it off as too improbable. The impossible was in fact, very much plausible, as chilling as it was.
Like always, Remus disappeared, now with James, and while she continued to take notes for them both during classes, she waited for them - James especially to return.
Dozing lightly in the common room after a night spent sitting up reading, one eye in the direction of the portrait hole Lily jolted awake at the first sound of footsteps. Blinking blearing in the dim light of the dying fire she sat beside, she held her breath as she watched James' silhouette come into view.
Without knowing what she meant to say or do Lily bit her lip while rising to her feet, ignoring the way she could have used a nice stretch to cross the room quickly, reaching out to touch his shoulder as she looked at him somberly. "You're a werewolf, aren't you?"
There was no sense mincing words, but she kept her voice soft, despite the early hour.