Ello luvies!

I'm thrilled you've all come back for more. It does my heart good to see the story is enjoyable.

I would like to yet again thank my faithful reviewers. Some of you gave great feedback and your own interpretations of the HP world that were lovely to hear.

This chapter deals with something that truly bugs me about those who defend Sirius and James; their willingness to essentially throw Remus away. hat 'prank' would have ruined Remus life and not only does James forgive Sirius for willingly using their friend as a weapon to be thrown away, but Sirius to the day he died viewed the incident as a prank and still maintained it was what Snape deserved...so by that logic Snape deserved for Remus to nearly be outed as a werewolf and his life ruined so that Sirius could settle a petty school rivalry. Also, murder isn't a prank and people in this fandom need to stop viewing it as such. 15 is plenty old enough to understand that trying to kill someone is wrong, just as it is old enough to commit rape and other heinous acts; lets stop acting like being a kid means you automatically "don't know any better" when it comes to subjects like life and death.

If Someone Cared Enough

Chapter Four: And the Rose Color Fades Away

Lily sat at breakfast, picking feebly at her bangers and mash. She spent the night before tossing and turning in bed and now she could barely keep her eyes open. With so much on her mind, she could barely sort her thoughts out, let alone her feelings.

Werewolf.

Remus was a Werewolf. The thought would not leave Lily be.

Of course, she oftentimes wondered about her friend's many absences from class, but she never paid much attention to the lunar cycle to take note of them matching up before. Even when Severus finally pointed it out to her, she refused to believe it. It was less about stubbornness or even her wanting to think the best of Remus; it had everything to do with her once steadfast belief that no teacher or Headmaster would break so blatant a rule and jeopardize the rest of the students with such a secret.

That in itself bothered her; the Headmaster was supposed to uphold the rules in order to protect the students and yet he had taken such a careless risk. Yes, she could see why it was done out of the goodness of his heart—poor Remus—but clearly the headmaster picked the wrong way to go about it. Dumbledore had brought Remus to Hogwarts in secret. If students had no idea something or someone posed a threat to them, no matter how unintentionally, then they had no idea what measures to take to avoid getting hurt.

Lily huffed; now that she thought of it, this was just like the vague warning they got each year to stay out of the forbidden forest. By not specifying why such places were off limits, it only piqued foolhardy curiosity in students and made them want to go looking. It was only through many afternoon teas with Hagrid that Lily herself had learned the forest had territorial Centaurs and man-eating giant spiders in it. Otherwise, even she might have been tempting to go inside, at least to catch a peek of the Unicorns rumored to be just beyond the forest's edge.

All it would take was some daredevil student to get it into their heads they could take on the Whomping Willow and next thing you know the secret tunnel reveals itself. What if they went in on a full moon? What if some student thought the Shack would make a great secret clubhouse and began hanging around there, unaware of the full moon ever approaching faster to their demise?

Lily could not understand it; how could Dumbledore have been so naive? Not only had the Headmaster put students at risk, but Remus as well. As beacon of hope and a respected member of Wizarding society, Dumbledore would only get a slap on the wrist for breaking the law. Most likely he would lose his influence over the Ministry and be removed from Hogwarts. That was nothing compared to what would happen to Remus if anyone found out. He'd be tried for breaking the law, just another werewolf to be persecuted. He could serve time in Azkaban for that alone; she could only imagine what they would do to him if he had bitten someone or worse.

Lily shuddered, her mind drifting to another unpleasant revelation. Remus had almost killed someone. He couldn't help it, mind you, but it didn't change that he almost had. Severus very nearly died that night and Lily was none the wiser for so long; unknowing of how someone dear to her could have perished. Dumbledore had kept the incident quiet—a fact that still infuriated Lily—so who could say if he would have hushed up a death at school? Would they have written off Severus' demise as an unknown accident leaving Lily to mourn without even knowing the truth?

So many times Lily defended Dumbledore's decisions, the way he served detention for Severus and the Marauders fights, and yet he weighed one student's worth against the other, protecting Remus while swearing Sev to silence and denying him justice.

Guilt churned in the pit of Lily's stomach, warring with her resolve to wipe her hands of Snape for good. He tried to tell her, hadn't he? Lily had brushed him off, told him he was overreacting. He was unable outright say it, but he tried to explain it to her, he tried to tell her the truth; that James Potter was no hero that day. At least not a real one.

Lily fumed; bragging about saving someone from certain death while hiding the fact that your friend had been the cause of the danger in the first place, despicable. To make matters worse, he continued to harass Severus after! And Lily implied Severus should be grateful to James for saving him…she could only imagine how that must have made him feel.

Lily shook her head. She couldn't dwell on Snape anymore. Wronged or not, he still was heading down a terrible path she could not follow him on. She would not let guilt compel her to return to their unstable friendship.

A commotion from the front of the Great Hall drew her attention away from her plate.

Staggering in draped over Jame's shoulder, Sirius skulked into the Hall sporting a rather impressive bloody nose and the beginnings of a black eye.

Lily's blood boiled just looking at that git. She couldn't so much as think of Sirius without wanting to scratch his eyes out; she most certainly didn't want to look at him. He tried to kill Sev!

'No Lily,' she chided herself, 'Don't think about him anymore.'

That didn't cool her rage at Sirius. What could possess someone to think attempted murder was okay? It didn't matter who the target was, murder was wrong. A prank he apparently considered it; there was nothing funny about trying to end someone's life. He even willingly used Remus as a pawn and murder weapon. How could he call himself a friend?

That precise matter was the reason Lily sat as far from Remus as possible for the last two days. Her heart went out to him for his condition, it really did and she assured him she thought no less of him for it, but he chose to stay friends with Sirius. He stayed friends with someone who not only tried to cause others serious harm (or even death), but who had also used Remus' own illness as a means to do it, willingly risking Remus' exposure, imprisonment and possible execution. Yet Remus defended the little creep. Hell, he had even tried to brush the whole ordeal off as a "regrettable prank gone wrong". Attempted Murder was not a prank!

Sirius dropped into a seat by Remus and Peter, James sitting down on his right. It was clear Remus had not told the others that he let Lily in on his secret, otherwise James would be doing a fantastic job at looking sincerely shamefaced. Case in point, James eyes darted to Lily and he smiled what he no doubt thought was a dashing smile, mussing his hair a little.

Lily turned away to keep herself from hexing the food on his plate to explode on him; how dare he look at her like that while keeping such a terrible secret. While she wanted to think highly of him befriending Remus despite his illness, she couldn't let go of how even he was willing to let Sirius slide for what he did. Did Remus' life mean so little to him that he could forgive someone who nearly ruined it?

Lily picked at her food, straining to hear what the boys were saying. The table had clear out just enough that there were few people sitting between her and them now.

"Stupid bint," Sirius muttered.

"You look awful, Sirius," Peter simpered, "what happened?"

"Don't tell me," Remus deadpanned, "It was—,"

"That rotten slimy she-snake!" Sirius declared angrily, pointing towards the entrance.

Striding imperiously through the doors with her arms around Thea and Snape, Simone didn't spare the Gyffindor table even a glance as she sat down and prepared a plate for herself.

Remus sighed, "What did you do this time?"

"I didn't do anything to her," Sirius insisted.

James nodded eagerly besides him, "It's true, we weren't bothering her at all. You see, we had just spotted Snivellous, and—,"

"Why do you guys have to keep pestering him?" Remus asked, clearly upset, "Hasn't this little feud gone on long enough?"

"Little feud? Remus, he's a Slytherin; he's eyes deep in dark magic. If anything he deserves it," James cried.

"Why do you care so much anyway?" Sirius pried, "Don't tell me you're still thinking about what Serapeum said by the Lake?"

"Among other things," Remus discreetly shot a glance at Lily, their eyes meeting briefly. It was clear that Thea's words the other night in the hallway were weighing heavily on him. Lily hated to admit it, but she hoped so.

"Remus don't waste a single thought on her, mate" Sirius said, "You're one of the good guys. So what if you don't stop us from fighting Snivellous? It's in the name of good."

Peter nodded so hard his head look ready to fly off with all the flapping his oversized ears were doing, "They're right, Moony."

"Shh, careful with the codenames," James hissed.

'Moony, huh? Well now that ridiculous nickname makes sense,' Lily thought, 'What about the other nicknames? How do they fit in?'

"Just tell us what happened," Remus said wearily, defeated. Obviously he wasn't going to get anywhere with his friends today.

Sirius took a gulp of pumpkin juice before beginning, "Okay, so it was like this: we see Snivellous wandering along, big greasy nose of his in a book, and his guard dog nowhere in sight for once; just the little one this time. No clue were the bitch was, but hey, Snivellous was vulnerable."

"So we thought we would go over and give him a nice, 'friendly' hello," James picked up, twiddling his wand in his hand.

"Just hex him a bit, nothing that would get us caught." Sirius continued.

"And we may have said a few things about his usual flaws. His hair, his nose," James added.

"Some things about his mum," Sirius tacked on.

"Sirius, that's low. You don't even know his mother," Remus scolded disapprovingly.

"We told that Thea girl to bugger off to some slimy crevice with the rest of the serpents too," Sirius bragged, ignoring Remus' huff.

"Sirius!" Remus reprimanded.

James waved him off, "Shh, he's getting to the good part."

Sirius graciously narrated onward, "So I was hitting him with this hex that makes you hair change colors. Pink and all that; he looked like a giant greasy pompom."

"It was great," James chuckled.

Down the table, Lily was cutting her meat so furiously it was a wonder she did not saw clean through her plate.

"But then next thing I know, BLAM! I've got a fist swinging me right in the face out of nowhere!" Sirius swung his fist for dramatic effect.

"Knocked him clean off his feet," James explained.

Sirius scowled, "I stumbled, I didn't fall."

James shook his head, cramming a forkful of eggs into his mouth, "No, mate, you fell. You bled and you fell."

Peter snickered into his hand and even Remus looked slightly pleased.

Sirius huffed, "Hey! A girl shouldn't even know how to throw a proper punch."

"Just keep telling yourself that, Siri," Remus smirked into his mug of hot chocolate.

Sirius glared at him, "Anyway, next thing I know that crazy bird is straddling my chest and lands another blow, this time right to my eye. I'm telling you, if she wasn't a girl I would have clobbered her."

'Sexist git,' thought Lily.

"How chivalrous," Remus muttered.

"The point is, she went off on me, alright?" Sirius went on, "I mean, who the hell does she think she is, touching this beautiful face?" He crossed his arms over his chest, pouting.

James picked up where Sirius left off, "Her little friend pulled her off. Good thing too, I was going to hex her off Sirius if I had to. She was like a mad wet cat. Spitting and hissing insults at him."

"She told us to stay away if we know what's good for us," Sirius sneered, "Stay away from Snape? Fat chance of that happening."

Remus opened his mouth to protest, but thought better of it and shook his head.

"So I told her to keep her greasy friend Snivellous away from Evans," James continued, "After what he did he better not even look in her direction. The same goes for Serapeum."

Lily frowned, 'I can take care of myself, you bloody idiot.' Honestly, was everything in her life James' business?

"And you know what she said?" James was saying, affronted.

"What?" Peter asked, hanging on James' every word as usual.

"She said Evans wasn't even worth it," Sirius snickered.

Lily froze with her fork halfway to her mouth.

"Not worth it?" Remus repeated, "What does she mean by that?"

James snarled, tearing into his sausage viciously, "What do you think it means? She was insulting Lily. Not worth it? Evans is worth a hundred of her!"

Despite her best efforts to stay mad at him, Lily couldn't help flushing at the compliment.

"Clearly she doesn't think much of Evans," Sirius said smugly. While Sirius never quite disliked Lily, he wouldn't say he liked her either. Oftentimes she was just some nagging harpy, spoiling their fun and handing out lectures as if they were Cauldron Cakes. What a mother hen.

"But Evans has never done anything to her," James whined.

"Maybe it has nothing to do with what she's done. Maybe it's because she's muggleborn," Sirius offered, "You know how Slytherins are."

As the boys bickered back and forth on Sirius' reasoning, Lily looked over at the Slytherin table.

Lily watched as Simone said something to Snape, barely caring that he wasn't engaging in the conversation. Although she had just gotten out of a fight with Sirius, not a hair was out of place. She appeared to be in good spirits, smiling warmly at Thea and chatting with a few younger students near her. She even occasionally called out to friends at the Ravenclaw table, a taller boy looking over his shoulder to give her a wave.

At one point, Simone stopped in her merrymaking and turned to Snape to pluck the book out of his hand. Tutting, she pushed his plate towards him and served him a few more eggs and sausage, smiling all the while. She then produced a black ribbon from her robes and gently and carefully pulled Snapes' hair out of his face. When she was finished, she patted him on the back.

Lily couldn't help but feel that Simone's hand lingered a little too long.

Feeling eyes on her, Simone looked up and gold met emerald. For a long minute neither of them did anything other than stare at each other, but after a few moments, Simone rolled her eyes and turned away, a clear dismissal if there ever was one.

Ire rose in Lily like a potion threatening to boil over the side of a cauldron. Ripping her napkin from where it lay splayed on her lap and slapping it down next to her plate, she primly rose and stalked off from the table. Ignoring her friends questioning stares and Potter calling for her attention, she cast one more disdainful glance at the Slytherin table and strode from the room, her head held high.

She'd be damn if she let that bloody annoying cow get to her. It was time she gave that girl a piece of her mind.

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It was well past lunch before Lily had a free period to confront Simone. All day she had waited restlessly for fourth period study break to come, anger simmering just below the surface of her calm façade.

Rather than cool her off, the prolonged time before she saw Simone next only serve to vex her the more she thought of that girl. Rude, judgmental, not to mention a complete snob, when it came to obnoxious purebloods, Simone was the full package.

Well, Lily would just have to show that ruddy, haughty socialite that you can't put Lily Evans down.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Mary asked, struggling to keep up with Lily's hurried pace. When she learned of Lily's intention, the curvy brunette had steadfastly insisted on accompanying Lily. After all, no Gryffindor should ever face a Slytherin alone.

"I am, Mary," Lily confirmed, "And if you don't feel comfortable, I won't force you to come with me. I can do this alone."

"I'm just concerned. Simone's reputation proceeds her; nothing good will come from starting a fight with her," Mary explained.

"I'm not fighting with her, I just have something I need to say," Lily replied.

"Yes, but you do have a habit of getting a little…heated sometimes," Mary tried suggesting, "It wouldn't be wise to jump into this with wands waving, so to speak."

"Mary, I said it already; you don't have to come with me," Lily repeated, "…there she is."

Standing by one of the windows looking into the courtyard, Simone stood in all her proud glory in the midst of a heated discussion with Snape.

"Seriously, Snape," Simone was saying, "I told you it isn't wise to walk alone with those hooligans running loose. Just wait for me to come get you."

Snape glared at her, hair still pulled back by the ribbon Simone loaned him, "I told you I do not need an escort. Last thing I want is to be stuck listening to your inane chatter more than I already do."

Simone smirked, "Oh come now, Severus," she purred, "You know you love me."

Lily's stomach lurched unpleasantly; had her former best friend stooped so low that he would have feelings for someone as awful as Simone Serapeum?

Snape sputtered indignantly, "That is utterly absurd!"

"No its not," Simone sang, "You love meeeee."

"I most certainly do not!"

Trying to cover up how awkward she felt, Lily cleared her throat loudly, "Excuse me."

Snape flinched as if lightning struck him. Turning to face Lily, his pale features seemed even more so as he gazed at her in an odd mixture of wariness and hope, "Lily—,"

"May we help you?" Simone drawled.

"Yes actually," Lily said, straightening to her full height, "I was hoping I might have a word with you, Serapeum. A moment of your time."

It was unnoticeable to most, but Lily couldn't help but note that Snape deflated a little bit, what softness was in his eyes dimming to be replaced by disappointment.

Lily swallowed her guilt; she wasn't here for him.

Simone cocked an eyebrow at Lily, "Really now? Well, normally I'm booked solid with more worthwhile pastimes, but I suppose I could squeeze you in. I happen to know of a classroom that is available right now. Snape," she turned to the sullen young man, "I believe you have an exam to get to?"

"What happened to me needing an escort?" Snape bite out sarcastically.

"You still do," Simone observed, "But I'm not the only one who could do it."

"Yeah, Snape," came a cold, sneering voice from behind them, "I can make sure you get to class all safe and sound."

Avery sauntered up to the group, casting a derisive glare in Lily and Mary's direction, "Why don't you go with me? It's been ages since your little girlfriend here let you out to play." He jerked a thumb at Simone.

Simone stepped forward threateningly, "Shove off, Avery. We aren't looking for conversationalists who only know monosyllables. Or was even that to complicated a sentence for you to understand. Let me make it clearer: we don't have time for fool. Now, leave."

Avery sneered, hands held up in a placating gesture, "Now, now Simone. You know it is unbecoming of a pureblood to lose their temper in front of their…" he regarded Lily and Mary, "Lessers…"

Mary flushed angrily and Lily grit her teeth.

Amused by their reactions, Avery turned back to Simone, "Anyway, Snape's a big boy. He can make his own choices."

"And if he made good ones, I'd let him," Simone snarled. She halted Snape's protest with a piercing glare, "You'll do well to remember what we talked about."

Snape scowled but said nothing.

Lily observed the exchange curiously. What was that all about?

"Get lost, Avery," Simone repeated, "It hasn't escaped my notice that you only show your ugly mug when Thea isn't around. Afraid she might learn something you want to keep hidden?"

Avery looked around cautiously, "I'm not scared of her. But I have places to be...I guess we'll talk another time, Snape," he shrugged, stepping back into the crowd, "When you managed to ditch that nagging anchor hanging around your neck." He waved mockingly at them and left.

Simone breathed deeply through her nose, mentally counting to ten, "Anyway, to the matter of your exam…Davis will take you." With reflexes faster than a striking snake, Simone reached into the traffic of students and pulled out the tall Ravenclaw she was waving to at breakfast.

"Davis, be a lamb and keep Potter and his ilk away from our friend here, won't you," Simone asked, saccharine sweet.

By the awkward look Davis gave Snape it was clear 'friend' wasn't precisely the word he would use, even if he didn't have anything against Snape, "I suppose…" he said finally.

Simone clapped her hands together, "Perfect. Now I'll see you later Sevvy," she mimed blowing a kiss at him, "Be good for Davis. Us girls need to have a little talk."

Davis moved to join the throng of students again but Snape hung back. Gazing at Simone, a little staring contest passed between the pair. Subtly, Snape's eyes drifted to Lily and then back to Simone, a warning clear in those obsidian orbs.

Breaking eye contact, Simone sighed, "I'll behave," she promised with a roll of her eyes.

Snape stared at her a moment more, then reluctantly followed Davis down the hall.

Simone turned back to Mary and Lily, "Shall we?" she asked, eyebrow arched.

The two Gryffindors followed Simone down the hall in silence. Around them, students whispered excitedly among themselves. Two Gryffs with a notorious Slytherin? Now that was just juicy gossip.

Reaching an unused classroom, Simone turned to the pair.

"After you," she said with a dramatic sweep of her hand.

Lily walked past Simone with her head held high while Mary followed her at a more sedate pace.

Just as Simone was about to close the door, a brown little blur slipped in under her outstretched arm.

"Thea," Simone chided, a frown set heavily on her face, "I could have closed that on your head. What are you doing here?"

Thea shuffled her feet nervously, giving a small shrug, "There was talk in the halls."

Simone smiled despite herself, "You always know where to find me, don't you?"

Thea gave a sheepish smile in return, blushing in embarrassment.

"Seriously though, I need to put a bell on you so I hear you coming," Simone added, "Take a seat, I shouldn't be long."

Everyone took their place at opposing sides of the room. Lily and Mary on one side, Simone and Thea on the other.

Simone gestured for Lily to speak, "Now, what can I do for you?"

Looking at Mary, Lily received an encouraging thumbs up from her friend.

"Well," Lily began.

"Ah, just a second," With an elegant swish of her wand, Simone locked the door.

"So we won't be disturbed," she said.

Eyeing Simone's wand warily, Lily mustered up all her dignity and bravado, "I heard you think I'm worthless."

"I beg your pardon?" Simone questioned blankly.

"Worthless," Lily repeated, "You said I wasn't worth your time. Is that what you think; that I am less than you or something?"

"I haven't the foggiest clue what you're prattling on about," Simone replied.

Lily scoffed, "Yeah sure you don't. I suppose you expect to hurt me with your disdain, but I couldn't care less what you think of my blood. If anything, it just spurs me on seeing that I can get under your skin so much."

Mary nodded supportively from her corner.

"Under my skin?" Simone laughed, "My dear you're not even a blemish on my backside, let alone under my skin. I care very little that you're muggleborn. I've said it before; blood politics mean very, very little to me."

"But you're a Slytherin," Mary pointed out.

"And I happen to be more than a stereotype," Simone drawled, "Hush now; this is between me and your friend."

She turned back to Lily, "As I was saying, where you come from has no place in this conversation as it doesn't concern me. Even if it did, you'd hardly be of any interest to me. Hate to break it to you, dearie, but girls like you are a Knut a dozen."

"Girls like me?" Lily questioned hotly, "And what is that supposed to mean?"

Simone straightened, looking Lily up and down, "You know, vapid, one dimensional, single minded to the point of obliviousness."

"Vapid?" Lily balked, "One dimensional?"

"Lily isn't anything of those things," Mary cried.

Simone walked around Lily, examining her with a cold eye, "Let me guess, you grew up in a happy little home where mummy and daddy praised you for being special; thought you could do no wrong; add magic and the pedestal you were on rose even higher. People adored you in school, pretty and scholarly so all the teachers loved you and all the students wanted to be your friend. You thrived on the compliments so you made it a habit to mold yourself to their ideals to get more praise, caring more about what others thought of you than what you thought of yourself."

Simone paused, "How am I doing so far?"

Lily glared at her furiously, "How dare you—," she began, but she was cut off by Simone.

"Then you come here and manage to show up enough purebloods in academics that the professors make you their prized pupil, bolstering your ego with accolades about how 'brilliant' you are and soon you're back to being miss popular. Boys wanted to date you, girls wanted to be like you; you probably even got off on how hard Snape fought to stay your best friend all these years; after all he had so many contenders vying for that spot."

"I never—," Lily cried only for Simone to cut her off yet again.

"To top it off the most pompous ass in the school sets his sights on you and does whatever it takes to win your affections. You say you don't like it but secretly you preen under all that attention he gives you. The boy all your similarly insipid, giggling friends would kill to date and he wants you."

Lily flushed up to the roots of her hair. Behind her, Mary was gaping like a fish.

Simone was enjoying herself thoroughly, "The rude, crude Master of Harassment belittles and demeans people in your presence all so that you will notice him. You then proceed to degrade our entire gender by being flattered he would go to such lengths just to win you like some damn trophy. I've seen your type before, luv, and you're hardly as interesting or unique as you hope yourself to be," Simone finished with a smirk.

Closing her eyes, Simone leaned casually against a desk, "You know looking back it all makes sense now why you were so ineffective at defending Snape. Anyone else would have just cast a spell and taken Potter down a peg or two and it would be written off as defending a friend; maybe one detention at best."

She cracked a single eye open, peering at Lily, "But you, you call yourself a witch and yet the best defense you could come up with for you friend was some catty banter? Of course you would; you're so obsessed with your good girl image you would never risk getting in trouble, even for a friend. You probably thought an impassioned speech would win you brownie points with your admirers as a crusader for justice. Meanwhile Snape continues to suffer at the hands of your classmates."

"He gives as good as he gets," Lily defended.

Simone looked thoroughly unimpressed with Lily's response, "Yes, in a four on one fight, oftentimes instigated by Potter when Snape's back is turned. The fact that Snape gets in some good hits while fending them off is hardly relevant; the point is they are maliciously targeting him when he is outnumbered and yet they get portrayed as the heroes. Tell me; would you be arguing your point if Snape was a girl? Or a Gyffindor? If some Gyffindor girl was harassed by a group of Slytherins, would you be arguing that she deserves no consideration or defending simply because she held her own against them? I doubt you would."

Simone rolled her shoulders, leaning back on a desk to stretch out, "There's too many double standards here. You have a million excuses for not siding with Snape more because he's a boy, because he's a Slytherin, because you hate his acquaintances, because he's competent. It seems in your mind, victims are people that don't stand up for themselves and those that do should share blame with their attackers for 'retaliating.' Would it be better if Snape suffered in silence every day and was a doormat to the abuse? Then would you see how seriously the offenses against him are?"

Lily made no response, unable to meet Simone's eyes.

"Then there's the fact that you were yet again secretly swooning over Potter's so called charm. You probably found what happened to Snape funny. And you think you're a decent person." Simone's smile was positively dripping in poison.

"I didn't think it was funny!" Lily denied vehemently.

"Oh yeah?" Simone asked, walking over to Lily and leaning way into her personal space, "Then why did you smile?"

Oh snap! Lily didn't see that coming.

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