Lily doesn't fling any spells his way, it's true. Her own wand is out immediately and she's standing, eyes full of fire and rage. There's nothing left of the timid girl that had stepped into the flat, because she'd never really existed. She knows he's toying with her and honestly, she doesn't even need to concentrate to flick the spells out of the way. No, she's watching him as he speaks. Her expression changes, but it's to something impassive.
She lets him rant and rave and she smiles in the face of it. "You really don't know him at all, do you?" Lily does. Lily knows that Sirius' moods take him over in ways he can't control. That he blamed himself after Peter's betrayal. Of course he'd wanted to forget. That doesn't mean they have to let him. Doesn't mean they can keep living without reminding him that he's loved.
"As for a pitiful thing like me..." The grin is back, her spine straight. "Who do you think killed you the first time? Doing it again is nothing."
When he's going to do that, to cast that is the first time a flicker of something else hits her face but she still stands resolute. Trusting. She knows.
And she's right.
The look in Sirius' eyes catches her breath and she wants to sob and she can't tell if it's in sorrow or relief. He's there. He can come back. "I'm not going to leave you!" There's a deep refusal. When Voldemort hisses she grins again, vicious as she steps back far enough out of range so as not to get bitten straight off. "Good thing I put my feet up then, isn't it? My, you are blind aren't you."
She cants her head but it's different from before, calculating. "Thank you," she says, "for giving me precisely what I wanted." And then she's flicking a stunning spell toward the snake - she doubts it will hit, but she wants to see how it moves, catalog its habits while its still far enough away.
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She lets him rant and rave and she smiles in the face of it. "You really don't know him at all, do you?" Lily does. Lily knows that Sirius' moods take him over in ways he can't control. That he blamed himself after Peter's betrayal. Of course he'd wanted to forget. That doesn't mean they have to let him. Doesn't mean they can keep living without reminding him that he's loved.
"As for a pitiful thing like me..." The grin is back, her spine straight. "Who do you think killed you the first time? Doing it again is nothing."
When he's going to do that, to cast that is the first time a flicker of something else hits her face but she still stands resolute. Trusting. She knows.
And she's right.
The look in Sirius' eyes catches her breath and she wants to sob and she can't tell if it's in sorrow or relief. He's there. He can come back. "I'm not going to leave you!" There's a deep refusal. When Voldemort hisses she grins again, vicious as she steps back far enough out of range so as not to get bitten straight off. "Good thing I put my feet up then, isn't it? My, you are blind aren't you."
She cants her head but it's different from before, calculating. "Thank you," she says, "for giving me precisely what I wanted." And then she's flicking a stunning spell toward the snake - she doubts it will hit, but she wants to see how it moves, catalog its habits while its still far enough away.