When Lucius and Lily returned, leaving Acorn and Pear momentarily in the surrounding woods, they were met by suspicious, knowing, and even jealous looks.
"Oh come on, you've got to be kidding," Lily said exasperated. "I'm gone for a couple minutes with a guy and you assume I was messing around?!"
"No one said anything like that Lily, but if there's something you want to get off your mind...." Karakoff said leadingly.
Lily glared at him, "Nothing happened."
"Better not have," Anthony said menacingly.
"This is really pathetic, Lucius came to get me, I was talking to some new friends," Lily whistled, "who I would like you to meet."
Acorn and Pear emerged from the trees cautiously.
"Menage Quattour?" Nore asked, feigning innocence.
"That is really sick," Lily grimaced.
"What took so long," Voldemort asked.
"Introductions, seething hatred, questions," Lily replied. "Lucius was confused about my friends."
"As am I, wood nymphs don't belong here," Voldemort said, eyeing the two visitors.
"Oh, they explained that they only returned here because they sensed me," Lily explained.
"That's not what I meant," Voldemort hissed.
"We are welcome wherever our mistress is," the voice of Pine called from the forest.
"Pine? I didn't know you came," Lily said gleefully.
"I kinda wish you hadn't," Lucius muttered.
"Look, people, nymphs, other creatures - I need my rest, it is getting near dawn. Next thing to speak dies, no exceptions," Voldemort said grumpily.
Lily, thinking he was joking, opened her mouth to speak when Lucius noticed and covered her mouth...with his. Naturally Lily pulled away and slapped him and Anthony punched him, but not a word was said. Lily still thought it was a joke, and would have spoken if she could. The sudden kiss had driven out every thought in her head, she felt rather giddy. True it wasn't a romantic kiss, but it really was a passionate one. Anthony had never really kissed her like that, and Lucius obviously wouldn't again. Even if he wanted to, Lily couldn't let him. After the excitement had died down everyone tried to find the most comfortable place on the ground to sleep. Lily grew a patch of moss for herself, the nymphs, and some of the less fortunate others in the group with terrible locations on which to sleep.