As she entered Diagon alley some thirty minutes later, she started to feel i warmer /i , as if someone had places hot coals in the corner of a room never really occupied untill one decided to rent it. Looking up at the tall buildings, she wasn't looking where she was going and ran smack into a young boy and toppled over backwords, his book he had been reading flew into a mud puddle. Lilly just layed there on the ground a minute, sorting out what just happened. The young man let out a groan as a horse drawn carrige ran over his new treasure, and Lilly looked at him then at the book, a feeling of dread came over her.

"I'm so sorry sir! Oh sir! Please don't be mad! I'll replace it!" She had a high little voice that was almost silent, and she had a slight french accent, but the rest was thick british, she also sounded to the boy as if she had never spoken before.

He smiled at her, she was kind of cute, a bit pale and scrawny, but cute in his oppinion. She had perfect, straight black hair to her ass, supernatural pale green eyes that were so bright it was almost painful. "I have three copies of that book at home, don't worry about it," he smiled at her winningly, and she calmed down and stood. He just sat there on the cobblestone road.

Lilly looked at the boy smirked and offered him her hand, "Want a bit of help?"

"Dobt a little thing like you could lift someone like me"

"Just watch me," She took his hand firmly, in a grip like any adult mans and pulled him up effortlessly, "Now what can't a scrawny little thing like me do?"

The boy smiled at her. Lilly couldn't quite place his accent. Scottish or Irish or a mix of both, quite thick too, and who was he calling scrawny? Sure, she didnt wiegh much, but she could sure as hell pack a punch. He was so light it was like he never ate anything of value. Perhaps he was a meat & potatoes man... who knows?