Journal Entry 005

[tt_lily]

[Private]

Oh what an evening I had last night. I can't believe James is here. Well, not the James I remember; but it's still him. Same smile, same humor, same charming self. It was all quite heart breaking, really. I'm surprised no one told me; I expected at least Sirius to say something.

It was very awkward, I give you that. He got pulled in 1978 - about 6 months before we got together I'd wager. He has no clue that we were married or anything. He also has no clue about his future. He asked about the Auror program; he did get into it but it wasn't something he stayed in very long - and it wasn't his choice really.

No one's told him about Voldemort and what happened in 1981. He asked about his 2002 self and I didn't have the heart to tell him he died in his prime. I now understand how Sirius and Kingsley felt explaining everything to me.

I made a fool of myself, getting all emotional, but I couldn't help it. He's here. Where he came from we aren't exactly friends; if we see one another we get on well, but we don't visit. However, he did hug me when he first saw me. Merlin, I hadn't had a hug from him in two weeks - feels more like a century, though. Again, it was very awkward.

Towards the end of the evening, he was very much the gentleman I remember from home. So caring. Ugh. I miss him. He ended up walking me home... which reminds me, I've got to look to see who actually bought the stew so I know if I owe him anything. He was so very sweet.

He ended the night by giving me a kiss on the cheek. I have to admit, that put me over the edge. I ended up in tears most of the night. I miss my James. I know they are the same person but this isn't the same one I know. He could get there I'm sure, but he's so different. I didn't think the Auror program had changed him so much.

I'm getting teary eyed again (I'll be glad when my hormones are back in order; I'm not normally so weepy) so I'll sign off. Cheers!

[public]

I can't believe it's January 30. Or is it? In my world it's mid-November; but here it's my birthday. Is it really my birthday? Or should I wait until it's January my time and March-ish here? Am I 21? How does this work?

Comments

[tt_charlie]

It is January 30 so it really is your birthday. Happy Birthday, Lily. You should celebrate. I mean, if it really bothers you, consider that you can, of course, celebrate now and in March.

[tt_lily]

Now that sounds like a plan; two birthdays never hurt anyone. Now to make a cake!

Thank you Charlie

[tt_charlie]

It's a good plan! Save me some of that cake.

[tt_james]

I can't believe it's your birthday here, Evans! Happy birthday, here or there. It was such a relief running into last night, I'm serious, a friendly face in a sea of confusion.

We should celebrate, soon. Another night at the pub soon? Less whiskey, I promise.

[tt_lily]

I can imagine it was a relief. I remember all too well (I still feel that way).

I'd like that, James. Whenever you would like is fine.

[tt_james]

Night of the 31st? Not quite your birthday, but close enough? Meet me there for dinner? 6pm?

[tt_lily]

That sounds lovely. I will see you there then!

[tt_sirius]

Celebrate whenever feels right for you, Lils. I'll be back to the settlement on Friday and we should get together. I'll make dinner for you.

[tt_lily]

Sounds like a plan.

Sirius, did you know James is here?

[tt_sirius]

James? He's here? I'm stuck on the other continent until Friday, love. The connection has a time delay. I promise I'll be back as soon as I can, though. If you need anything, contact Cecilia Proudfoot - she's my, um, friend. She'll help you until I can get back.

[tt_lily]

Be safe, Padfoot.