She knew she was safer in London than anywhere else. Close enough to Saint Mungo's that the area was usually peaceful, at least for now. Voldemort was gathering momentum, no matter how nobody liked to talk about it.
It was something she and Horace exchanged coded messages on, meeting for tea to discuss the real news of the matter once a week if not more. Lily was certain that things were turning bad though Horace tried to downplay it as pleasantly as he could. She didn't know if he wanted to make her feel better or preserve his own sense of security, either way, she decided to let him for now. She had a terrible feeling that soon her mentor wouldn't have that luxury.
That terrible feeling was what bubbled up instantly at the frantic knocking at her door. Neighbors who just needed sugar didn't knock like that, and she didn't have many callers who wouldn't let her know they were swinging by first, and regardless of all of that, there was an urgency to that knock that struck a foul chord with her.
She didn't want it to be Sirius when she pulled open the door after peering through the peephole to confirm it wasn't something even worse than him, and what he had to tell her was definitely not what she wanted to hear. Her eyes went wide as she stood there, gaping in astonishment.
"Oh Sirius, your brother, I'm so sorry," the dark artifact was second to that. She knew he wasn't on anything resembling good terms with his family, and with a very difficult sister, she empathized with that considerably.
Lily stepped aside to let him into her tiny flat, the whole space very visible right from the door, full of books and tidy in the way that someone who works a lot tidies. It'll do unless the Queen decides to swing by, anyway.
"I'll put on some tea," she said quietly as she closed and locked her door, her mind still reeling from that highly impactful statement he had decided to open with. "Do you want to start explaining what you mean by dark artifact with a cryptic message before or after it's brewed?"
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It was something she and Horace exchanged coded messages on, meeting for tea to discuss the real news of the matter once a week if not more. Lily was certain that things were turning bad though Horace tried to downplay it as pleasantly as he could. She didn't know if he wanted to make her feel better or preserve his own sense of security, either way, she decided to let him for now. She had a terrible feeling that soon her mentor wouldn't have that luxury.
That terrible feeling was what bubbled up instantly at the frantic knocking at her door. Neighbors who just needed sugar didn't knock like that, and she didn't have many callers who wouldn't let her know they were swinging by first, and regardless of all of that, there was an urgency to that knock that struck a foul chord with her.
She didn't want it to be Sirius when she pulled open the door after peering through the peephole to confirm it wasn't something even worse than him, and what he had to tell her was definitely not what she wanted to hear. Her eyes went wide as she stood there, gaping in astonishment.
"Oh Sirius, your brother, I'm so sorry," the dark artifact was second to that. She knew he wasn't on anything resembling good terms with his family, and with a very difficult sister, she empathized with that considerably.
Lily stepped aside to let him into her tiny flat, the whole space very visible right from the door, full of books and tidy in the way that someone who works a lot tidies. It'll do unless the Queen decides to swing by, anyway.
"I'll put on some tea," she said quietly as she closed and locked her door, her mind still reeling from that highly impactful statement he had decided to open with. "Do you want to start explaining what you mean by dark artifact with a cryptic message before or after it's brewed?"