ᴅᴏ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ

lxpine:

           There was a certain beauty in the moments
           before a storm. The grey hue that covered
           the sky shadowed the lake. The ripples of
           a ceaselessly moving ecosystem showering
           light on what existed underneath. Sometimes
           Lily wished to explore what lay beneath. All
           she heard were stories and legends of mermaids
           and grindylows.

                        The clouds overlooking the lake rumbled quietly.
                        The sounds of gods moving their large feet across
                        the sky. Inhaling the thick air, her arms crossed to keep
                        herself warm. If it rained, she would not care. She’d let
                        the icy sheet of rain drops fall on her paled face. 

                                              ❝ σн, ∂єαя— — ❞

           Her voice carried rather far, surprising her. She heard it
               bounce off the chopped waves of the lake. Her attention
               always coming back to the water. It was calm, unlike her
               mind. Even with the coming storm, the surface of the water
               stayed tranquil. While Lily’s mind was in disarray. The coming
               war had set her at an unease. Not that she was afraid. No,
               a Gryffindor was never afraid.  

                                        She was w o r r i e d.

      You could see it played upon her eyebrows. It seemed
      as if no one was doing anything. No one was fighting
      back. No protests against such a mad man. A moment
      of insanity hit her as she thought of starting her own
      organization to stop him. But the idea seemed crazy
      seconds after she even thought of it. But there had to
      be something she could do. Something she could set
      her mind to so there wasn’t a disaster whirling around
      in her head. There had to be something.

                ❝ People are crazy. ❞