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[lilium_evansiae]

It has been a very long year.

But it is, finally, over.

Classes are done, OWLs are done, the last two weeks of Talking About Things are over, and there's nothing left but a bit of packing and the end of year feast standing between Lily and going home.

And if she's putting attending the feast just a little by dropping into Milliways first ... well, she'll go when she gets back.

Probably.

For now, she is taking a break for a cup of tea at the end of the universe.


[OOC: Slowtime, please? Thanks!]

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[honourbyname]

At a nearby table, Albus has spent the last couple hours writing and revising his essay on the 1689 International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy.

It's now a little past four feet long and written in Albus' semi-neat scrawl.

Beside him are a stack of books, some open, some left closed.

His nose is smudged with ink.

[lilium_evansiae]

On the one hand, she probably shouldn't interrupt him while he's clearly studying.

Oh the other ...

"You have ink on your nose.

"Hello, Albus."

[honourbyname]

"- what?"

Albus glances up, refocusing his thoughts from the essay to the voice that approaches him.

(He completely missed the 'ink on his nose' bit.)

"Oh! Um."

Blinking, he sits up a little straighter.

"Lily. Hullo."

[lilium_evansiae]

"Ink. Right here," Lily says, tapping the same spot on her own nose.

"May I interrupt?"

[honourbyname]

Albus sets to rubbing his nose with the back of his hand, void of any ink stains.

How embarrassing.

He must look really stupid.

"Yeah - of course," he says as he starts to clear some of his things to the side with his other hand. "Sorry my table's a bit of a mess."

[lilium_evansiae]

"It's fine," Lily says.

She just needs room to set down a mug.

"What are you working on?"

[honourbyname]

"Oh. Um. It's just an essay for History of Magic," he answers promptly, putting his hand down. "Um. Is it gone now?" he adds, gesturing to his nose, now a little red from rubbing.

[lilium_evansiae]

Lily nods.

"Yeah, it's gone."

She looks down at the essay.

"So you're doing NEWT-level History of Magic?"

Only a Ravenclaw.

[honourbyname]

"Yeah. It's a really ... small class," Albus admits, looking a little sheepish.

"Most of my classmates sort of dropped it as soon as they could."

[wheatencrown]

Demeter's looking forward to Spring and reading through seed catalogs and nods at Lily then frowns,

"Are you well, dear?"

[lilium_evansiae]

"Well, I'm not unwell," Lily says, after a moment.

That's mostly the same thing, right?

"Hello."

[wheatencrown]

"Hello, good, that's helpful. Can I ask if someone's made you unhappy? You see I have a daughter and you remind me of her slightly,"

Kore will have that same serious look at times and it always makes Demeter itch to do something.

[lilium_evansiae]

Lily shrugs, lightly.

"It's just ... there's been a lot going on at home. It's the end of year at school, and there've been exams, and everything and just a whole lot going on, you know?

"I'm Lily Evans."

[wheatencrown]

"I'm Demeter. That sounds tiring. Maybe you should have something more with your tea."

[lilium_evansiae]

"Demeter," Lily says.

Well, she's heard that Demeter comes here.

"It's very nice to meet you, ma'am.

"And, well, thank you, but I think I'd spoil my supper. There's a feast for the end of the year, when I go back.

"It's kind of a big deal."

[wheatencrown]

"Then I wouldn't want that at all. Feasts are usually good for cheering up unless its full of people you don't want to be around?"

Demeter's been to a few like that.

[lilium_evansiae]

Lily smiles.

"I'll stay near the people I do want to be around."

They've been very effective at keeping the others away, lately.

"And we're all going home tomorrow, so it's kind of the last chance to see people for a couple of months."

[starrydome]

"Pardon me," Elrond says, ever so politely. "Can I use the edge of your table for a brief moment?"

He is carrying a stack of books that is looking none too stable and he is obviously in need of a place to put them momentarily.

[lilium_evansiae]

"Of course," Lily says.

"D'you need help with that?"

[starrydome]

"I think," he says, setting the stack down carefully, "that I can manage. Thank you."

The book at the top of the pile has a beautifully gilded binding with the outline of a woman dancing amidst flowers. A tome of poetry perhaps. One is labelled "Healing waters, potions, and ointments", another "Secret language of birds"

[lilium_evansiae]

"All right," she says.

She gives the books a cursory glance, but no more, really. It's the end of term, after all.

"I'm Lily Evans."

[starrydome]

"My name is Master Elrond. Or Elrond Half-elven," Elrond replies. "Well met, Lily Evans."

Up close, he is very tall and stately. Despite the cobweb decorating part of his long, dark hair.

[lilium_evansiae]

"It's nice to meet you, too, Master Elrond.

"Are you working on any particular project, with the books?"

[starrydome]

He looks down at them. "Not a project as such, no. I am preparing for a long journey and one of the preparations is to try and decide what to do with these books. And with the rest of my library."

[lilium_evansiae]

"I see," Lily says.

"Will you take any of them with you?"