I don't know and I'm also sorry

At an Arm's Length

In all honesty Lily should have realised that something was wrong as soon as she saw her right arm still in the white, chalk drawn circle three feet away, but instead it took her a full ten seconds before she realised that she was over here and her arm was over there and she might not have ever made it to secondary school level biology but there was a little niggling voice in the back of her head that said that that was quite right.

And then she realised why it wasn't exactly right and wanted to take her still not- attached- to- her- body- arm and slap herself with it because duh Lily your arms are supposed to be attached to your body not lying in a bloody circle by its sad pathetic self.

So all in all it took her about seventeen seconds total before all the screaming and running about started- not from her but the surrounding students though she hadn't the foggiest why; haven't they ever seen and arm before? That was ridiculous, they each had two hanging at their sides- and then by the eighteenth second everything started going foggy and she would have probably crossed both her arms across her chest and harrumph grumpily because of course everything was going to go fuzzy, her arm was missing that wasn't a good thing but she couldn't cross her arms because her arm was still missing and really Lily you need to look into getting it reattached to your body and then by the nineteenth second- well she didn't really know what happened by the nineteenth second because everything had gone totally black.

It didn't really stay black for long though- at least she didn't think so- and when Lily woke up she found herself with an itchy hospital bed blanket pulled up to her chin and her arm blessedly back in its proper position. Groggily, she managed to sit up and mutter out a scratchy voiced, "What the bloody hell just happened?" to the seemingly empty room.

She jumped when someone next to her began to speak.

"You fainted... straight into my arms as a matter of fact. You know, Evans, if you wanted my attention you didn't have to go to such extremes."

James Potter was smirking at her from where he sat in the stiff backed arm chair that seemed to be in every type of hospitable, magical and muggle alike. However, despite the smarmy grin he shot her way, Lily could still see faint traces of worry lingering in his eyes. He passed her a glass of water which she gulped down greedily. "How're you feeling?"

"Like my arm was just separated from body and stuck back on," she deadpanned.

That got a little snort out of James. "I see your accident hasn't damaged your sense of humour."

"Of course not... my pride on the other hand," she groaned, swiping a hand (that was from said stuck back on arm; she was not getting over that anytime soon) across her face. "People are going to remember me as that girl who lost her arm because she was absolute shit at apparition training for eons to come."

"Will if that's not a dramatic story to tell the kids then I don't know what is," James said solemnly before breaking into a fit of laughter.

Lily flipped him a rude hand gesture. "Shut up, Potter, or else I'll rip my out again and beat you with it."

If anything, the threat just made him laugh harder.

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