Lily Evans: The Unduckening
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dizzy_land"'But oh, beamish nephew, beware of the day,/If your Snark be a Boojum! For then/You will softly and suddenly...'" the Cheshire Cat recites, breaking off when it notices it has company. It's sunning itself, draped belly-up over a parapet of the castle, but with an unsettling upside down smile it vanishes and then reappears on the bridge, just to one side of where the transformation took place.
"What?" Lily asks it, even though she's not expecting a real response that makes any sense. How did she get here? The last thing she remembers is going to sleep in the ice cream shop, although she's wearing her school uniform again, not pajamas, and she doesn't suspect herself of sleepwalking... even though she does have the odd feeling of just waking up from a dream.
"Well, h-hi there!" says a squeaky voice. Mickey, beaming, is coming up the bridge from the direction of the central plaza. "It's great to see you again! And isn't it a beautiful day!" He draws in a breath and seems to be a millisecond from zipadee-doo-dahing when the castle's portcullis rattles slightly and drops half an inch. He glances over his shoulder. "Cut it out, fellas! Just a minute..." He pats his newly appeared pockets.
"It's, er, nice to see you too," Lily tells him. She looks around, trying to regain her bearings. What the bloody hell is going on here?
"If you were a book," asks the Cheshire Cat, apparently apropos nothing, "what book would you be?"
A book? "I guess I'd be a A Little Princess," says Lily. "I mean, it was my favorite when I was a little girl. And I still like it a lot."
Mickey has extracted his notebook, and clears his throat. "'Boxers or briefs?'" he reads aloud, and promptly blushes redder than a fire truck.
Lily's eyes widen and then narrow. "What?!" he screeches. Were they really asking her that? Oh, for crying out loud! How dare they! Of course, she was a girl and thus wore neither, but still! It was the principle of the thing! "If you think I'm actually going to tell you that, you're out of your mind."
"Here's another," says Mickey. "List three things you'd do if you ruled the world."
"Rule the world?" Lily repeats. She shakes her head. "I'm sorry. That's another question I can't answer. I don't think that kind of responsbility or power should ever be given to just one person. Especially not someone my age."
The Cat's eyes seem to be wandering in opposite directions. It says, "Is reality best described as (a) an absolute, not reducible to the sum of its parts, (b) the material or phenomenal world, as presented to us through our experiences, (c) fundamentally unknowable, (d) all of the above - please elaborate - or (e) fish?"
Lily blinks. "Um, all of the above, I guess," she says alowly. "I mean, there's the physical component of the world, the stuff you see with your own eyes and hear with your own ears and you know it's real because you experience it physically... and then there's the stuff that we don't experience on physical level, maybe, but still there, just as real. Things like love, hope, dreams..." She wasn't sure what that fish comment was all about. "And I don't think anyone can really know everything about what life is all about. That's just not possible. I don't think even Dumbledore knows everything." And really, Dumbledore was the epitome of wisdom in Lily's eyes.
Mickey raises one white-gloved hand as though measuring his own height. "Are you tall enough to go on this ride?"
Lily isn't sure what ride he's talking about, but she dutifully measures her own height against his hand anyway. "Um, I think so," she concludes.
"What?" Lily asks it, even though she's not expecting a real response that makes any sense. How did she get here? The last thing she remembers is going to sleep in the ice cream shop, although she's wearing her school uniform again, not pajamas, and she doesn't suspect herself of sleepwalking... even though she does have the odd feeling of just waking up from a dream.
"Well, h-hi there!" says a squeaky voice. Mickey, beaming, is coming up the bridge from the direction of the central plaza. "It's great to see you again! And isn't it a beautiful day!" He draws in a breath and seems to be a millisecond from zipadee-doo-dahing when the castle's portcullis rattles slightly and drops half an inch. He glances over his shoulder. "Cut it out, fellas! Just a minute..." He pats his newly appeared pockets.
"It's, er, nice to see you too," Lily tells him. She looks around, trying to regain her bearings. What the bloody hell is going on here?
"If you were a book," asks the Cheshire Cat, apparently apropos nothing, "what book would you be?"
A book? "I guess I'd be a A Little Princess," says Lily. "I mean, it was my favorite when I was a little girl. And I still like it a lot."
Mickey has extracted his notebook, and clears his throat. "'Boxers or briefs?'" he reads aloud, and promptly blushes redder than a fire truck.
Lily's eyes widen and then narrow. "What?!" he screeches. Were they really asking her that? Oh, for crying out loud! How dare they! Of course, she was a girl and thus wore neither, but still! It was the principle of the thing! "If you think I'm actually going to tell you that, you're out of your mind."
"Here's another," says Mickey. "List three things you'd do if you ruled the world."
"Rule the world?" Lily repeats. She shakes her head. "I'm sorry. That's another question I can't answer. I don't think that kind of responsbility or power should ever be given to just one person. Especially not someone my age."
The Cat's eyes seem to be wandering in opposite directions. It says, "Is reality best described as (a) an absolute, not reducible to the sum of its parts, (b) the material or phenomenal world, as presented to us through our experiences, (c) fundamentally unknowable, (d) all of the above - please elaborate - or (e) fish?"
Lily blinks. "Um, all of the above, I guess," she says alowly. "I mean, there's the physical component of the world, the stuff you see with your own eyes and hear with your own ears and you know it's real because you experience it physically... and then there's the stuff that we don't experience on physical level, maybe, but still there, just as real. Things like love, hope, dreams..." She wasn't sure what that fish comment was all about. "And I don't think anyone can really know everything about what life is all about. That's just not possible. I don't think even Dumbledore knows everything." And really, Dumbledore was the epitome of wisdom in Lily's eyes.
Mickey raises one white-gloved hand as though measuring his own height. "Are you tall enough to go on this ride?"
Lily isn't sure what ride he's talking about, but she dutifully measures her own height against his hand anyway. "Um, I think so," she concludes.
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