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Post by Lily Potter on Oct 8, 2008 0:16:01 GMT 1
The sun was up, and so was Lily. She'd gotten into a good habit of always being up as early as possible. She liked to make sure that she was up, awake, and that she was ready to tackle whatever task the day presented for her. She was up at the crack of dawn yet again, and she was seated on the couch, a cup of tea sitting on the coffee table in front of her with a manuscript for a new textbook. She had been marking it up with a quill, the ink propped on the arm of the couch.
Dipping the quill into the ink, Lily stuck her tongue out slightly, biting on it as she concentrated on both the grammatical errors as well as the information. This wasn't a difficult job, but it was really an easy job. She was well suited for it as well. It was way too easy, actually. She was comfortable in a pair of black slacks and an undershirt, she wasn't completely dressed as of yet, but she wasn't in pajamas and she was decent. She'd actually fallen asleep in the clothes, on the couch, the night before.
Picking her mug up to take a sip, Lily sighed, leaning back. It was moments like this that made everything worth it, and everything nice. The world wasn't all peaceful, but there were glimpses of how it could be, and how it would be once the war was over. Life could be happy, and Lily looked forward to her future with James once they solved the problems.
Lily grinned as she sipped her tea and corrected the manuscript, wondering when she'd get to see James that day, she wasn't really all that sure as to whether or not James had even been in that night, sometimes he had a load dumped onto him due to lots of different reasons, and far too often he came in late, and then there were other times that he was just out with Sirius and didn't make it home, and sure, it annoyed Lily, but she figured she had to let him have a bit of fun while he still had the chance to have any, sometimes the good came too far and in between, there wasn't always time to take a second and have fun, which was unfortunate.
Taking time out to have fun would have been good, and it was good for some people, but it really was kind of hard to do so when there was a war going on. Lily was glad that she'd gotten to sleep quite well the previous night, though she had fallen asleep on the couch and woken up extremely early, it was good for her. She'd actually slept through the night, and gotten to sleep without anything horrible on her mind. She knew it wouldn't happen all that often, but she'd take it when she could.
Lily stretched slightly, arching her back and extending her feet before settling back, vaguely wondering if she should hurry up, shower and get dressed before she did have to jump to it, but she decided she wasn't ready and went back to scratching notes on the manuscript, humming lightly. Her left hand was sedentary, save for her twirling her ring idly. She and James had married, and they hadn't been out of school incredibly long, but at the time things were that way. They needed to happen and be cherished. Even though she loved James and enjoyed spending time with him, she was glad that he was out long hours at times. Too much time together for the two would probably end up with them at one anothers' throats, and that wouldn't be pretty horrible.
They were still in that newlywed state when it came to a lot of things. She was happy being as she was, though she wanted to see him at some point that day, she hoped she would, considering everything. She knew for a fact that she would need to take the manuscript in later. For now she was happy being stretched on the couch finishing up the last minute reading of the manuscript.
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Post by James Potter on Oct 14, 2008 0:54:00 GMT 1
James was out all night, him and several Order members were searching the countryside for Fenrir Greyback. Not his favorite thing to do at night. There had to be at least a million things that would top out higher on that list. Of course right at the number one, top spot, would be curled up in bed, his arms wrapped around Lily. To spend the night showing her just how much she meant to him. How much he loved her.
Lily was asleep on the sofa when the phoenix patronus showed up. It was from Dumbledore himself, telling James he needed his assistance and to meet him immediately, that time was of the essence. He quickly scribbled out a note leaving it on the counter by the kitchen door, telling Lily he had to leave. Though it lacked a lot of information as to why, besides Dumbledore summoning him, there was no, where he was going or when he would be back. Only that he had to go to Dumbledore, signing it that he loved her. When he finished, he opened the kitchen door and stepped out into the windy night, not knowing that the breeze coming into the home blew the note onto the floor.
The wind was the prelude to an approaching storm. The small 'pop' he made as he disapparated was covered up by a clap of thunder. Turns out the storm was the least of their worries. It was both a help and a hindrance. Making it a slow process of searching, but helping to cover up any noise they made. But then again the storm covered up any clues or noise that their intended prey made.
They were searching for a child ... a girl who was the six year old daughter of a high ranking ministry official. Stolen by Greyback in an attempt to blackmail the official into voting against a certain law that Voldemort wanted stopped. Oh it was an evilly brilliant plan. One that was on the rise. One that appeased Greyback's blood lust if the witch or wizard didn't bend to Voldemort's wishes. One that usually resulted in a child's death. But this time they had information on where the child was being held. Good solid information.
The small group of them apparated as close to the encampment under the cliffs as possible. From there they approached afoot. Through the torrential downpour of rain. Weaving their way around the trees along a slippery path that ran ankle deep with water. Soaked to the bone his thoughts turned briefly to Lily. Wondering if she had moved on up to their bed. Seeing the vision of her under the warm covers, sleeping safely.
A blinding light exploded in his face. A spell grazed alongside his cheek, laying it open. Blood pouring down his face he dropped to his knees as he instinctively pulled his wand, returning fire. Spells were splitting the night, sharing the darkness with the flashes of lightening. A mad medley of confusion followed. They rushed the encampment, as spells flew. Voices of anger and pain could be heard above the storm. As quickly as the violent battle started, it was over.
The girl thankfully was found alive and was quickly whisked away by a female witch, Taking the girl home, back to her parents that by now have been safely moved. James stayed to help with the cleanup and to search the woods for any wounded left behind. It was at this time that he realized he had been hit a second time. There was a nasty gash on low on his left side. As the adrenaline from the fight wore off the pain in his side rose. Eventually to the point that he was starting to limp. Moody noticed and insisted he leave and get tended to.
Sitting in the waiting area for non-emergency treatment was not James' idea of finishing the night or starting the morning. So he went home. Apparating to their home he stood outside the kitchen door. Kicking off his muddy shoes, he painfully bent over and pulled off the wet, muddy socks. He opened the door and stepped into the kitchen, then froze as he saw her. Through the kitchen he could see part of the sofa, and there she was. His wife. Standing there wet, muddy and blood soaked he watched her reading. Merlin she WAS beautiful.
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Post by Lily Potter on Oct 14, 2008 13:18:25 GMT 1
She was actually making a lot of progress. She was so close to being done that she was rather proud of herself, this would give her a bit of a break before she'd have to edit the next one. It sounded like a nice reprieve to her, most definitely. She scratched a few notes into the margin before continuing to read. Lily wasn't oblivious to her surroundings, though, she'd learned her lesson against that already. She had a sort of tickling at the back of her neck for a few moments, but she knew there wasn't any way that anyone was in the house unless it was James, and he made noise when he came in, maybe not a lot, but there was always something.
Lifting a hand to scratch the back of her neck, Lily scooped her mug up with the other to sip up the last few drops of tea and figured she might as well have another cup. She moved the current tome onto the middle of the couch and stood up, arching her back in a stretch before she turned to head into the kitchen, and she stopped. James was home, and he was filthy, and soaked in blood. She wasn't sure if any of it was his, but she moved into the kitchen after snatching her wand up.
"Are you hurt? How badly?"
She asked him as she moved up to him and began to look him over, the concern obvious in her eyes.
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Post by James Potter on Oct 18, 2008 16:06:35 GMT 1
He watched her lazily stretch and drink her tea. Little did she know, or perhaps she did know and just didn't let on, but he often watched her in moments like this. From laying in bed and watching her sleep, to watching her putter about the kitchen, fixing a meal. Little moments, aspects of her life that may seem mundane to most. To him it was all new and exciting. He marveled at the fact that they are married. Actually man and wife, considering a year ago she wouldn't hardly speak to him. But a lot changed this past year, their last year in school. He fell deeply in love, an undescribable love, more than life itself love. When she said 'yes' she made him the happiest man in the world. Now he can't picture her not being in his life, ever. He wouldn't know what to do if anything happened to her, if she wasn't there to wake up next to. Merlin .... he did love her!
When she first noticed him, he was sure she was going to complain about him getting her floor muddy. While he'd been standing there a small puddle of muddy water had dripped about his feet. She moved off the sofa grabbing up her wand as she quickly came into the kitchen.
Are you hurt? How badly?
He could see the concern written all over her face. He gave her a grin. "Not too bad, minor wounds." He casually reassured her, knowing that wouldn't be enough until she checked him out herself. Of course she could see the cut along his left cheek, caked with dried blood and mud. That one didn't hurt much, it was the lower left side that was still oozing blood and giving him fits. Neither was a concern to him. What he wanted stood in front of him. He reached out, taking Lily by the waist and pulled her into his dirty, wet clothes. Wrapping his arms around her, he kissed her. Kissing her deeply and passionately before he released her. "There..." he smiled at her "I'm all better now."
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Post by Lily Potter on Oct 18, 2008 18:58:34 GMT 1
lily spent some moments studying James, but she didn't ever really watch him. She wasn't some sort of voyeur. She loved James, and sometimes she found her eyes attracted to him automatically when he was in a room, but she didn't stare at him for all that long. She wasn't strange, and she didn't mind it when he watched her. And she did realize that at times he watched her. Shed woken up some days and had been aware of his eyes on her automatically upon waking. Other times she would be aware that he was standing and watching her in the kitchen while she made tea or something of that sort. Sometimes, and at random times, she found his eyes on her randomly. And she let him have his moments usually.
She hadn't been aware of it this time, not until she stood up and saw him. And she wasn't so much concerned with the mud he was dripping all over the floor so much as the red that was tinged in with it in some places. She was worried about that much more. Mud was easy to clean, but if that was James' blood, she knew that he was injured, and she only knew some spells for healing purposes, though she might have a few potions around that might help she still was worried. Who wanted to see someone they loved hurt? No one. Either way she had her wand was was ready to help as much as possible. It was probably a good thing that she'd been brushing up on some healing spells.
"I think I'll be the judge of that, you wouldn't tell me even if it were horrible."
She chastised him, shaking her head slightly as she brought one hand up to his cheek, her thumb just a few centimeters from the gash. She didn't get a chance to tell him to sit down so that she could go get a few things before he pulled her to him and kissed her. Of course, her clothes weren't important, but he was getting mud all over her undershirt and slacks. And he was slightly cold, causing her to shiver both from him kissing her as well as the mud and other things caked on him. When he pulled away and smiled, saying he was all better, she shook her head.
"Sit down, Casanova, let me get a warm washcloth and a towel and we'll get you cleaned up a bit and see what those," She gestured to his injuries," Really look like. Don't move."
She told him, pointing to the chair as she exited the room and moved right to the closet that she kept all of the towels and the few spare sheets and blankets that they had. She grabbed a washcloth and a towel, she needed to know that she had it just in case and she wanted to be positive that she was going to be able to help her husband. When she moved back into the kitchen she went straight to the sink, wetting the washcloth and ringing it out so that it was damn enough, but not dripping.
She was ready to fix him up. She wanted to be sure that he was going to be okay. If she cleaned the area off first it would be clean and not have any bacteria or anything to get the area infected from taking so long to heal it! She wanted to make sure that James would stay in tip top shape.
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Post by James Potter on Oct 23, 2008 0:55:10 GMT 1
Sit down, Casanova, let me get a warm washcloth and a towel and we'll get you cleaned up a bit and see what those .... Really look like. Don't move.
He almost laughed. She was worse than his mum. Yes he could see the concern in her eyes, but really, he walked in here on his feet, under his own power. It wasn't as if he was hurt bad. Just a few scraps, bumps and bruises. He wasn't gushing blood ... technically just oozing and only a little. At least in his opionion. Still not all that much. Sure it hurt and he limped, more than likely it was going to be badly bruised.
He just looked at the chair that she had pointed to, while she went into nurse mode. "Lily," he called after her as she bustled from the room. "Hun?" He heard the closet open, assuming she was getting the washcloth. Why? All he wanted to do was strip and take a shower. Why bother cleaning it off just now? "err ... I think I'll just head up and take a shower." He finished as the closet door shut.
Apparently she didn't hear him or was so into her nurse mode that she swept past him to the sink. He still stood in the same spot as she stuck the rag under the water. After wringing it out she turned. He grinned at her, she was so cute. "Honey ... can I please take a shower first?" he asked.
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Post by Lily Potter on Oct 23, 2008 4:57:04 GMT 1
Lily hadn't heard him, it was unfortunate that she got so single minded at times. She couldn't help it. When she was determined to do something, she was damn well going to get it done as proficiently as possible with as few interruptions as possible! She was good at demanding something get done, and being sure she stuck with everything she was doing! That was why she'd come back with the washcloth and towel so quickly. And really, she wanted to be sure that he was okay. She didn't suggest a shower because if the wounds were still open, he'd lose more blood, though she probably could get some blood replenishing potion. She was certain that she could probably brew it if it were necessary, it wasn't as complicated as other potions.
When she'd gotten back into the kitchen, she had wet the washcloth and he was grinning at her. He was a cheeky brat at times. She shook her head at him. How did she ever end up falling in love with this idiot? A small smile was on her face as she sat down, pulling the chair across from him.
"You probably could, but at least let me check and see if they're still open, or if they're trying to clot first. Then I'll stop fussing. Deal?"
Lily was particular and she wanted to make sure that James would be okay, she knew he was going to be hurt for a while, and she was going to let him be and avoid nagging. She didn't want to argue with him. She knew that he didn't like to make a big deal about injuries, but she wanted to be allowed to do her wifely duties and take care of him, though he seldom allowed her the privileged.
Lily leaned forward, lightly brushing the washcloth along his cheek, careful not to brush too much against the wound. She was sure to run her fingers over the area slightly as she wiped up the mess. Lily's face wasn't far from James' and she tilted her head slightly to the left, licking her lip as she mopped up the last of it, really. She realized that it was clotting pretty well on its own. James had a pretty good healing rate, and was healthy, so it would probably heal up well.
"I think you'll be okay, it's clotting already, so it shouldn't be too bad, and if the other one is like this, then you're safe to shower."
Lily told him before leaning forward and pecking his opposite cheek, the one that was uninjured.
"Go wash up, I'll clean up the mess you left out here, love."
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Post by James Potter on Nov 1, 2008 2:57:09 GMT 1
You probably could, but at least let me check and see if they're still open, or if they're trying to clot first. Then I'll stop fussing. Deal?
"Deal" he sighed. Standing there as she tended his wound on his cheek. Wincing slightly as the cloth caught the tender tear a little too rough. Putting up with her hovering over him. Actually she probably would have made a good healer, he thought as he looked into her green eyes. Eyes that were intent on the job before them. Inspecting his cheek, making sure he wasn't hurt more than he let on.
Her face was just inches from his. His hazel eyes watched her face, as she touched him with tender loving care. Dam she was sexy, he thought as she tilted her head then licked her lips. If he wasn't so wet, cold, muddy and bloody he would pick her up. Carry her upstairs and show her some TLC of a different sort. Have some morning delight.
I think you'll be okay, it's clotting already, so it shouldn't be too bad, and if the other one is like this, then you're safe to shower ... Go wash up, I'll clean up the mess you left out here, love
He blinked, his little fantasy poofed away when she spoke. Sending him on his way with a peck on the cheek. He realized she didn't look at his side. Perhaps she overlooked it or thought it was okay. Even though James knew different. That particular wound was quite deep and the waistline of his jeans rubbed it. Making it ooze from the irritation. But then again he was grateful that he was released to shower and clean up. He waited until she turned her back on him as she rinsed out the washcloth before moving. Wincing slightly he eased forward quickly shifting his weight to the uninjured side. Trying desperately not to limp, though he still did.
Once out of the kitchen he made his way through the living room and up the stairs to their bedroom. Emptying his pockets, he laid his wand and a few galleons on the dresser before heading into the shower. He turned on the shower letting the water get warm as he stripped. Gingerly he stepped into the shower, letting the warm water wash over the wound on his side.
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Post by Lily Potter on Nov 4, 2008 15:56:14 GMT 1
Lily had toyed with the idea of becoming a healer at one point. She had decided not to for the moment, though, not with how hostile things were. It would be difficult at the moment, what with how hectic both her and James' lives were. She wanted to ease into it, though she was definitely already reading up on quite a bit of things. That was another reason that she had taken the job reviewing text books. Quite often she found herself reviewing healing texts, and she sucked up every bit of information that it offered to her, as well as checking and reviewing whether or not the facts were exact. Maybe in the future she'd take the classes and finish it, but for now she was content as she was, doing her best to be of use to The Order, and whatnot. She had healed more than one member involved at one point in time or another, she had a natural ability with it, but it was raw, unharnessed talent, really.
Lily wasn't thinking with her libido. That was James' job. Nope, she was more worried about what shape he was in in. Honestly, she knew that his side was probably the worse of the two, but she also knew that he hated it when she fussed over him, he didn't like worrying her, and she didn't want to agitate him for now. She'd check the wound later when he wasn't paying a bit of attention just in case, she'd work it out somehow or the other. She knew for a fact that it probably wasn't healing yet, but she was going to let him clean up. James was one of those stubborn people that had to do things at his pace and his own way, and the two of them arguing about things wouldn't help anything at all. She'd let him have his pride.
She turned her back to begin cleaning up and heard his movements. They were much slower, he was obviously wincing from the pain. She'd have to slip him a healing potion or something. She didn't want him suffering. She'd figure out something. Before he got fully out of the kitchen, Lily sighed.
"Be careful washing up with your side, don't agitate it."
She told him firmly before she knew he was out of the room. She took out her wand, giving it a light wave and muttering 'scourgify' several times to clean up the mud that James had left tracked around the kitchen. Once she was satisfied with that, she studied her clothing. She wasn't nearly as muddy as James, but from when he'd grabbed her and kissed her, she had mud on her undershirt was muddy, but only on the sides, and the front where she'd been pressed against him. That ass! Lily rolled her eyes and moved to the living room, grabbing her mug and taking it to the kitchen, rinsing it out and putting a new kettle on the stove to heat up before heading upstairs to their bedroom.
Lily picked out a new undershirt and changed into it, grabbing the laundry that was already dirty and setting it at the edge of the stairs before ducking into the bathroom and quickly grabbing the muddy, ripped clothes that James had been wearing. She'd see if she could repair them, but she doubted that they were salvageable. Lily trailed back down the stairs, putting the laundry into the laundry room downstairs. Just as she'd finished that, she heard the kettle whistle, and she turned the heat off on the stove and made two mugs of tea, adding honey and lemon to both and then putting a few herbs that were known to help cause drowsiness in the mug for James.
After she finished that, she moved back into the living room, sitting on the couch and going back to her editing. She figured she'd hear when he was finished. So, she was waiting.
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Post by James Potter on Nov 7, 2008 20:58:34 GMT 1
The warm steamy water felt good running over his body. Letting the tension, aches and pains of the night wash away. His mind drifting over the evenings events. He wondered if he had gone too far with Narcissa. Clearly she had been in distress. According to her she was in the process of a miscarriage. Well if she didn't want the added discomfort she shouldn't have implied that any child he had would be inferior because it's mother would be Lily. Didn't they realize how much he loved her? How far he would go to protect her or any child they had. Apparently not, because they always came back to the same old issue with him. That Lily is a 'mudblood'. Geez one would think they could come up with something new.
He lathered up. First washing his hair, then moving on down his body. Washing the dirt and grime away. Finally about 20 minutes later he was standing out side the shower with a large towel drying off. Patting the towel gently over his wounds, before tossing it into the laundry hamper. Gingerly he moved to the bedroom. Limping over to the closet he took out his robe. Pausing a moment to decide whether to put on briefs or not, knowing the waist band might aggravate the wound he opted to go commando. Which more then likely Lily would want to inspect it and bandage that one up. Actually he was surprised she wasn't waiting for him when he got out of the shower.
Slipping the robe on and tying the belt he left the bedroom. He was tired and hungry. Figuring he'd grab a quick breakfast then come back up and lay down for a bit. He descended the stairs and turned to the living room. There sat Lily with her books and a cup of tea. He walk carefully over, leaned down and gave her a kiss. "Have I told you today that I love you?" he asked playfully as he stood back up slowly. His eyes danced as he picked up her mug and took a drink. "Do you have anything fixed up yet for breakfast?" he asked as his stomach gave a low growl.
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Post by Lily Potter on Nov 8, 2008 0:02:27 GMT 1
Lily couldn't concentrate much on what she had been planning on doing. She was actually a bit disappointed that she couldn't bring herself to do more at the moment. She knew that he would shower and then come downstairs, though, and even though she figured he would be hungry, she was going to wait. She had to see if he made it downstairs and was able to move about first. He hated her fussing, so she was taking a more passive approach, this time. She didn't know how well it would work, but she still didn't like him getting hurt and not wanting to make a big deal about it.
Sitting there, Lily couldn't help but think. She'd left his mug in the kitchen to keep warm for now. There were times when Lily wondered whether or not they would make it, and in the end she always had the same answer. She knew that they would, even if it was just because they were both stubborn. They both loved one another, and wouldn't just give up, but Lily knew that he caught a lot of grief from his choice to love her. Maybe he wasn't bothered by it, but Lily knew what some of the purebloods said about her. They made the comments to her at times. She knew for a fact that he didn't care, and ultimately she was glad about that. She worried that sometimes he got a lot more than he deserved at times because of her, but she'd not ask him about it.
Lily heard him coming down the stairs and when he came right to her and leaned down, kissing her, she smiled at him and watched as he took a sip of her tea.
"I think you have, but I never get tired of it."
She gestured for him to sit down, hearing his stomach and grinning impishly at the sound.
"No, I was waiting on you. What do you want to eat?"
She asked, standing up.
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Post by James Potter on Nov 11, 2008 9:32:18 GMT 1
I think you have, but I never get tired of it.
"Okay .... I was just checking." he grinned at her sheepishly. "Wouldn't want a day to go by without telling my girl how much she is loved. "
He started to sit down next to her as she asked about what he wanted to eat. "Whatever is easy for you hunny .... I'm not picky." Which he wasn't. James would always eat just about anything and a lot and not gain an ounce. She stood up, no point in sitting now. Still standing with her mug he took another drink. Lily always made the best tea. He decided as he savored the taste. Letting the warm liquid slide down his throat.
She made her way into the kitchen, he followed her slowly trying not to limp. He pulled out a chair at the table and sat down. Reaching over he picked up the Daily Prophet scanning the front while he drank. Of course there was no news of the forest fight or the kidnapped girl. It was too late to make this edition. He suspected it would be in tomorrows headlines. He finished off the tea and sat the mug down. Folding the paper he watched Lily a moment. "So what's on your agenda today? ..... More editing?"
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Post by Lily Potter on Nov 11, 2008 16:58:30 GMT 1
Lily couldn't help but smile. James was sweet when he was trying, and he did tell her quite often that he loved her. He wanted to be sure that she knew that she was loved. She loved James and she knew that he loved her, and his reassurances always made her feel pretty great. And she couldn't believe that he was ever the sheepish type. Nope, James wasn't the type that was sheepish, but it was adorable when he did so either way.
"I think you've yet to do that, so no worries."
She told him with a grin. She had already figured out what she could cook that would be quick as well as filling. She wanted to make sure that he was full before she handed him the tea that she'd made for him. She wasn't handing it over to him until she'd made sure he would be ready to go to sleep, and really she wasn't going to make him sleep without him eating first, that as well as the fact that she was going to talk to him for a while before she wanted him conked out. And she felt slightly underhanded.
She made her way into the kitchen and didn't waste time in taking out two eggs, flour, and a bowl and spoon. She set about making up the batter for pancakes. Cracking the eggs and putting in the right amount of flour along with some water. As she mixed it up, she looked over at James, who was burying his face in the Daily Prophet, even though he knew there wouldn't be much in there that was true or even useful. They weren't on top of everything, so whatever had happened would have to be in the next day's issue, and it'd probably be watered down anyway.
Lily placed the pan on the burner and turned on the stove before pouring some batter into it before she sought out a turner. When she noticed that he was watching her, she smiled and leaned against the counter.
"I'm ahead in my editing. I have to take in one that I've finished already and speak with the author and other editors. I don't imagine that it will take long, but it's not until late this afternoon, so I have no plans before that."
She told him as she watched the pancake and then turned it, seeing that it was golden brown.
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Post by James Potter on Nov 11, 2008 20:16:49 GMT 1
It always amazed him her effortless motions about the kitchen. She didn't waste a single move. Each having a purpose. Timed perfectly. Like an orchestrated dance. A slight frown came over his face as he thought about his mum. He knew she cooked the meals but he doesn't ever remember watching her prepare a meal. No ... he was always called to eat. He would come and sit down at the table. Mum had already set the food onto the table before she sat herself down next to Dad. He would eat his meal then leave. Never seeing or giving thought to the preparation or the clean up afterwards. Really why should he have? That was what mother's was suppose to do ... right?
So was he fascinated with the preparation of cooking .... or .... fascinated with the cook? Whelp the cook of course, he decided as he watched her go about fixing their meal. She had the stove on, pan on the burner and the batter sizzling before he knew it. She turned and caught him watching her, yet again. Giving him that warm smile of hers that could melt snow.
I'm ahead in my editing. I have to take in one that I've finished already and speak with the author and other editors. I don't imagine that it will take long, but it's not until late this afternoon, so I have no plans before that.
"Oh?" He rose an eyebrow and grinned like a Cheshire cat. "No plans eh? I think I can find a way to fill that void you have in your schedule. It will be my pleasure .... and yours too."
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Post by Lily Potter on Nov 12, 2008 3:29:00 GMT 1
Lily enjoyed cooking, and she always cooked the muggle way, much to the annoyance of some others. She didn't see the reason in using magic for every single thing when she could easily do something by herself without the help of magic. She didn't feel as if she needed to do anything to quicken things up. She thought that it was stupid to do something that was so easy with magic. Nope, she was making pancakes, and it was pretty easy for her, she thought that it was quite soothing at times, and if it needed to be magic he could do it by himself, really.
Lily thought that it was pretty easy to throw something onto the stove. She could remember watching her mother cook when she was little and she could remember helping before her parents had passed away. And the one time that she had gone over to her sister's home after she had gotten married, and she had attempted to help her sister, but it had ended up in a disaster because the things that Lily had helped with--Petunia had thrown out because she knew that Vernon wouldn't eat something that Lily had come into contact with. It had been something she didn't care for.
When she had noticed that he was watching her again, she wasn't actually sure why on Earth he could find her so fascinating. She didn't understand how he could sit there and watch her at all. So, she attempted to ignore the fact that he was watching her in favor of putting the first pancake onto a plate and pouring batter into the pan for another, flipping it when it was brown enough and putting it onto the plate before starting the third and last one. When he had his reaction to the fact that she wasn't all that busy, Lily turned around, grinning, pointing the turner at him.
"No plans, and I think we need to keep it that way. Take it slow, Casanova, you're injured, remember?"
She flipped the last pancake and waited a few moments before flipping it and seeing that it was browned and putting it on top of the other two. After that she turned off the stove and grabbed the syrup, sitting both down in front of him before getting the butter and grabbing his own tea, sitting it all down there for him, grabbing her own mug and taking a sip of it.
"How is your side feeling?"
She asked, running a hand through his untidy hair.
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