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tampered2006-08-13 01:11 am
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When; Saturday
Rating; PG, at the most
Characters; James (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
snitch_seeker01 and Lily (potionflower)
Summary; James has a bit of a weight on his mind, so Lily offers to listen.
Log;
Lily found James exactly where he said he'd be; sitting on the ground in front of the gates to the Opera House. She could hear the distant sound of music and singing, which was a pleasant replacement of the ticking from the carousel. She wondered how they were supposed to stop the damned thing from counting down with all of the curses and mishaps that seemed to happen here. She assumed that if it was the end of the worlds, this City would be destroyed as well. So those who liked the place - she honestly could not imagine why - would eventually have to pitch in and help.
I'll worry about saving the world later, she thought, walking up to Potter, his messy black hair fluttering slightly in the breeze. He certainly did look troubled, and she wondered what on earth could change his cheerful demeanor so suddenly.
'Hullo, James,' she said in greeting, looking down at him. 'Care if I take a seat?' She gestured to the open ground beside him.
Rating; PG, at the most
Characters; James (
snitch_seeker01 and Lily (potionflower)Summary; James has a bit of a weight on his mind, so Lily offers to listen.
Log;
Lily found James exactly where he said he'd be; sitting on the ground in front of the gates to the Opera House. She could hear the distant sound of music and singing, which was a pleasant replacement of the ticking from the carousel. She wondered how they were supposed to stop the damned thing from counting down with all of the curses and mishaps that seemed to happen here. She assumed that if it was the end of the worlds, this City would be destroyed as well. So those who liked the place - she honestly could not imagine why - would eventually have to pitch in and help.
I'll worry about saving the world later, she thought, walking up to Potter, his messy black hair fluttering slightly in the breeze. He certainly did look troubled, and she wondered what on earth could change his cheerful demeanor so suddenly.
'Hullo, James,' she said in greeting, looking down at him. 'Care if I take a seat?' She gestured to the open ground beside him.