#i believe in marylilys rights and wrongs

[prettygalswag]

Lily Evans curses the day she met any pretty black haired people with wide smiles and mirth.

The newspaper clatters from her hand onto cold floor. Her green nails look pale in comparison to her face. She cannot focus on any of the white flaked lilies across her middle finger, nor the golden arches of an M on her thumbs. They make her feel more sick.

The hissing face of the Dark Mark above a house, a far too familiar house, mocks her in the moving photograph. The green light illuminates the pathway that she's trod so many times. Non-combatant. They agreed non-combatant. Why did they go after a non fucking combatant?

The title of the Daily Prophet reads MARY MACDONALD FOUND DEAD.

Lily Evans curses the day she met any pretty black haired people.