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Amara Wilcox picked up her beautiful F2 camera and kept a firm grip on her seventeen-year-old's shirt collar. Amara told her, "Stand still. I'm taking pictures!" Lillie Evangeline Wilcox scrambled to run away, but her mother would not let go. Lillie rolled her brown eyes and, in a huff, leaned against the wall.

Click!

Lillie did her infamous model pose- hands on hips with fingers brushing the bottom of her black and grey striped skull hoodie, thumb sticking through a belt loop of her black lace cargo capris.

Click!

"Let's take a goodbye picture to send to Nanny and Pa!" Amara suggested. Lillie put on a black cowboy hat and raised her arm above her brunette head.

Click! Click!

"Mommmmmmm, it's time to go to Platform 9 and 3/4!" Lillie wailed. Amara groaned and said, "Change first! You don't want everyone to think about angst when they see you, right?" "Fine." Lillie ran into her room and changed into black lace and burgundy slip dress thrown on under a denim jacket with a pair of jeans.

Lillie gave her mom a kiss on the cheek, picked up some floo powder, threw it into the fireplace, and screamed, "King's Cross Train Station!"

(The Hogwarts Express)

"Excuse me, but can me and my girlfriend please sit here?" Ronald Bilius Weasley asked absentmindedly after stepping into Compartment 10. "I don't know...can you?" a bored feminine voice muttered. Ron's head whipped to the left side of the compartment, where the fuzzy figure of a girl laid down, taking up the whole left side with her thin frame.

"Thank you," a small, feeble voice said behind Ron whispered. Ron turned and looked straight into the brown-but-slightly-covered-by-bushy-hair eyes of Hermione Jane Granger. Hermione and Ron nuzzled each other's noses and, hands laced together, and sat down on the right side of the compartment's bench. Ron mentioned quietly, "Our friend is going to join us, too...do you mind?"

"Whatever," the girl said. Hermione smiled at the girl and said, "Hello. My name is Hermione Granger...what's yours?" "NOYB." "Um, hi, Noyb," Hermione said awkwardly. "Aargh! That means none of your business, but I'll tell you anyway. The name's Lillie."

When "Lillie" said this, Ron's vision cleared up...Lillie was actually quite pretty. Dark brown hair, brown eyes...looked like a brunette and, er, not French version of Fleur Delacore. Ron shook some seemingly unwanted thoughts out of his head- he was dating Hermione. Hermione was the one that he liked.

Hermione seemed to hear his thoughts, because she smiled softly at him and gave him a tiny peck on the cheek just as Harry James Potter- the Chosen One- waltzed in. He groggily said, "Hey guys...how'd you manage to find an empty compartme-..." Harry had just noticed Lillie, and was eyeing her weirdly.

"Who are you?" he asked. "Lillie. Lillie Wilcox." Harry gulped- Lillie was, of course, his mother's name, just with a different spelling. He tousled his mussy jet black hair and thought the same thoughts as Ron's without guilt...he was, after all, over with Ginny (they had dated in the summertime, but they were still friends after breaking up).

"You must be new." "What's it to you?" "What year are you in, anyway?" "Seven. You?" "Same here." "Whatever." Lillie leaned back on the bench and shut her eyes. "Excuse me, er, Lillie, but I have to sit down," Harry pointed out. "Sit with Hermione and- what's your name?" "It's Ron," Ron murmured. Lillie rolled her eyes and said in a huff, "Yeah, sit with Hermione and Ron." "Can't. The benches are tiny. I wouldn't be able to fit!" Harry whined. "Then sit on the floor," Lillie suggested with a sneer.