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[lilium_evansiae]

There's a mostly neglected (and now fairly cool) cup of tea sitting on Lily's table this evening.

This is because she's far more occupied with flipping through the envelope of photographs she has brought into the bar with her.

Most of them are of the same group of Hogwarts students, and were shot in the same comfortable looking, mostly red common room of Gryffindor Tower.

All of them are moving, as wizarding photographs do.

This is what happens when you have a bunch of Sixth Years, a camera, and an otherwise unoccupied Thursday evening.

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[real_or_notreal]

"Are those...moving?"

The surprise is almost palpable.

[lilium_evansiae]

Lily nods.

"Yeah. Wizarding photos do.

"Hello, Peeta.

"Want to see?"

[real_or_notreal]

"Yeah, I'd love to." He comes closer, hands settling on the back of her chair as he looked over her shoulder. "I almost want to say it's impossible. But they're...amazing. Amazing, at least."

[lilium_evansiae]

"These are my roommates, Mary and Glynis," Lily says, handing him the picture of two girls in uniforms like Lily's, posing melodramatically in front of a fireplace ... and then dissolving into giggles.

"And this is Cliona, another of my roommates, and Joanna, stumbling back in after Quidditch practice, making a show of looking tired and put upon. That's Cliona's boyfriend, Fenton, in the background, rolling his eyes."

[real_or_notreal]

Peeta's mouth keeps trying to close itself. But failing. Failing in the most tragic and obvious way's ever. His eyes following the giggling girls through the frame. Waving and laughing. And actually seeing him?

[lilium_evansiae]

"What do you think?"

[real_or_notreal]

"This is insane." Almost embarrassed amusement, glancing down to look at Lily's face, too. "Amazing. And insane." He flipped through different ones. All of them moving. All of them interacting and playing around.

[katyafeline.livejournal.com]

Look, it's not her fault. Anyone who has patrolled with Katya knows she has problems avoiding shiny things. Or moving things. Or... shiny moving things.

Basically, feel very sorry for Bear, her old partner.

So yes, that'd be a fun-sized battle mage peering at the pictures, having come to a complete standstill on her way towards to the couch.

[lilium_evansiae]

"Not from a world where the photos move?" Lily asks cheerfully.

They threw her for a loop the first time she saw them, too.

[katyafeline.livejournal.com]

"Nyet... at least, not these, paper prints." She explains, edging around the table to get a look at the pictures.

[lilium_evansiae]

"They're magical," Lily says, spreading a few of them out across the table so she can get a better look.

"I'm Lily Evans."

[katyafeline.livejournal.com]

Katya blinks, eying Lily instead of the pictures for a moment before shaking her head. These worlds are so odd - So much power, still human.

She's never going to quite understand it.

"Yekaterina - your accent, it is English, no?"

[lilium_evansiae]

"It's nice to meet you, Yekaterina.

Lily nods. "And, yes. I'm from Lancashire, in the north of England.

"Yours is Russian, right?"

[honourbyname]

"Lily, Lily, Lily!"

That would be the sound of one terribly enthusiastic, almost seemingly back-to-normal (at least for now) grandson.

He is so glad to see her.

Because -

"You'll never guess who I met the other day!"

[lilium_evansiae]

"Winston Churchill," Lily says, promptly.

Hey, just because she'll never guess doesn't mean she won't try.

(And, oh, it's good to see him smiling again.)

[honourbyname]

Albus shakes his head.

"Who?"

He laughs a little.

"Anyway, no. Not him, whoever he is. Guess again!"

[lilium_evansiae]

"Prime Minister of Britain during World War II," Lily says, automatically.

"Queen Elizabeth I.

"George Harrison.

"Christopher Marlowe.

"Sir Lancelot."

[honourbyname]

Albus laughs.

"No, no, no."

He lets out a theatrical sigh.

"I suppose you'll never guess."

Besides, he can't keep it in any longer.






"I met Viola of Messaline."

[lilium_evansiae]

" ... from Twelfth Night?"

[v-accidentprone.livejournal.com]

A boy who looks rather like some boys Lily knows might possibly have just paused in his meanderings towards the couches with his own cup of (hot!) tea to blink at her photographs.





Maybe he's so tired, he's begun hallucinating?

[lilium_evansiae]

When the bar is frequented by your future husband, your son who looks like his father, and your grandson who looks like his father, and they're all roughly the same age, you get used to seeing people for who they are and not who else they might look like.

"Never seen a moving photograph before?"

[v-accidentprone.livejournal.com]

"No," he says, in the sort of manner one would expect from a person who is still relatively new to Milliways. (And also, sort of sleep-deprived.)

[lilium_evansiae]

Lily nods.

"Well, I'm a Witch and they're magic.

"Lily Evans."

[v-accidentprone.livejournal.com]

- Right, yes, he had met wizards here before. He supposes there's no reason there can't be witches, too.

He offers her a worn, somewhat half-hearted smile. "Alex."

[lilium_evansiae]

"It's nice to meet you, Alex."

She studies his face for a second.

"Are you all right?"