"Rose!" Lily glanced up from her bacon, slightly annoyed that her peaceful breakfast being interrupted.

"Jeez, Lily!" She exclaimed, dropping half a piece on the floor. "Give me warning when you're going to pop up behind me! Look what you made me do!"

Lily gave the bacon a withering glance. "I don't know how you eat that stuff. It's so... so... commercial." She shuddered at the mere thought of 'mainstream'. "Anyway, I have something to show you."

"What is it?" Rose rolled her eyes. The last time Lily had shown her something, it had ended up being some sort of plant that nearly got them suspended. Honestly, the things that girl came up with sometimes.

"Not here." Lily whispered, glancing up at the Head table nervously, her eyes lingering on Headmistress McGonagall.

"Lily, I swear, if what you're showing me is going to end in me getting a Howler from Mum again, I will never let you use me as a mannequin again." Rose threatened, knowing that she was the only one that allowed the slightly scatter-brained girl near her with a thread and needle. Lily relented and pulled a tattered, rolled up something out of her bag.

"Ummm..." Rose hesitated before taking it.

"Open it. It's a calendar." LIly prompted, sensing Rose's hesitation. Slowly, she did as her cousin asked.

"Oh my-" Rose covered her mouth and giggled, horrified. Still not believeing her own eyes, she flipped a few more pages. "Oh my God!" She finally shrieked, hurriedly flipping the calendar away from McGonagall's April shoot. It fell open to July, which Lily barely allowed Rose to see before showing her Septermber.

"Is that Mum?" Rose nodded, giggling at the expression on Rose's face.

"And look at this; it says all proceeds go to the wedding of Bathsheba Babbling." Lily pointed to some small print on the back of the calendar.

"So this is from Mum's sixth year..." Rose breathed.

"Yes. Just. Like. Us." Lily tapped the re-rolled calendar with each word.

"Yeah, so?" Rose asked, bewildered. Lily grinned at her.

"No. No." Rose began to see Lily's plan. "No!"

"Yes." Lily's grin got wider.

"Lily, I am not stripping for some... some gold!" Rose protested weakly. She couldn't believe that her younger cousin was asking her to do this!

"I can't believe I'm stripping." Rose said dully, staring at the costume that Dominique was holding out to her.

"Oh, you're not stripping!" Molly protested.

"Yeah. You're merely upholding the beauty of Ravenclaw." Lucy said, winking.

"And a little something else." Roxanne laughed, almost causing her bosom to bounce out it's strip of cloth.

"What?" Rose was hesitantly pulling on the leotard. It was nude, with an eagle on the front covering all her...parts. Not that they would be showing had the eagle not been there, but it gave the appearance that they would.

"She's talking about your boyfriend's–" Lily started, coming up in her own ensemble.

"Lily!" Rose gasped, scandalized about both Lily's comment and her... clothing. Rose hesitated to call it that, but she wasn't exactly sure what it was.

"Lily, what on earth are you wearing?" Apparently her confusion was shared by the other cousins. They were all there; Dominique, Lily, Rose, Molly, Lucy, and Roxanne were obviously already there, and Victoire was coming in later for a quick May. She would, obviously, be in battle wear to celebrate the downfall of Voldemort.

"It's a special effect." Lily said, obviously proud of her wand-work.

"What's it supposed to be?" Lucy batted at a bit of greenish steam that drifted her way.

"Here, lemme show you!" Lily summoned up a cauldron and filled it with water with a quick 'Aguamenti.' She lit a fire beneath it and stood over it. Steam and Lily's special effect combined to cover her up and create a slightly mystical effect.

"Oh, that's pretty." Molly breathed.

"Yeah, but I can't breath too hardly or else it'll all blow away." As if to make her point, some steam can dangerously close to her cleavage.

"So, we have the room." Roxanne clapped her hands, getting back to business. "But we don't have a photographer."

"Actually." Surprisingly, it was Lucy who spoke up. "I kinda sorta asked if Emmy could take pictures."

"Emmy. As in Neville's daughter. As in the third year." Molly looked at her sister, barely believing it.

Lucy nodded. "She's really good at it!"

"We'll have to take your word for it; we can't exactly bring in a professional, can we?" Lily shrugged. "We just... won't tell Neville."

The other girls groaned. It was practically impossible to keep a secret from the Herbology professor.

But it turned out that Emmy actually was a very good photographer, if not a little shy about being surrounded by such immodesty.

"So? How much did we make?" Lily asked Rose in a hushed voice as they sat in Lily's room that summer. Harry and Ginny were downstairs making dinner, and the two girls didn't want to alert the adults that something slightly illicit was going on.

"We sold over six hundred calendars." Rose whispered, her eyes wide. "I didn't think that word would spread that quickly!"

"What can I say? We're hot!" Lily giggled.

"And we made... let's see... six thousand... five hundred... and seventy galleons!" Rose and Lily laughed loudly, their incredulity seeping through.

"What's going on up here?" They heard Ginny coming up the stairs and quickly shoved their own copy of the calendar and the receipts under Lily's bed. Ginny opened the door just as Lily had pulled out a picture album.

"What's going on?" She asked again, eyeing them suspiciously.

"Oh, just looking at some old pictures, remembering that time when James pranked Al." Lily said airily. Rose crinkled her eyes and started giggling again, pretending to remember said time, but really loving how well Lily lied to her mother.

"Alright." Ginny shook her head. "Well, come down and help set the table for dinner." She left the room, and Lily and Rose exchanged one last humour-filled glance before dashing out.

A moth later, and the two trouble-makers were back at school. And Ginny was cleaning her children's rooms, as they always left them ridiculously messy after the summer holidays.

"What on Earth?" She pulled a calendar out from under Lily's bed. "Red Light? What is this?" She opened it and choked on her spit, a habit she had somehow picked up from her husband. "Lily?" For a moment she stared at the swirling spirals that covered everything important- thank goodness!- and then closed it.

"Well, at least she's in shape." Ginny nodded to herself and sent the calendar off to the school the very next day, along with commentary.

A/N: Well, there you go! That's the end... sniff. Makes me a little sad on the inside.