Lily sat up in bed slowly, and narrowed her eyes. She didn't remember how she had gotten into bed; the last thing she remembered was falling asleep on the couch while she was watching a movie with Emmaline. Groaning slightly, she sat up fully, and glanced at the bed next to her. Emmaline was still asleep, which wasn't much of a surprise. She wasn't much of a morning person, or at least not until 9:00. Lily smiled to herself, and swung her legs over the side of her bed. She grabbed her robe, and pulled it around her before opening the door, and walking into the living room.

Grinning, she shook her head. James was sprawled out on the couch, Sirius on the floor, and Remus in an armchair. As silently as she could, she walked across the room, into the kitchen. Obviously no one was going to be up to cooking other than herself. Flicking her wand lazily, she brought down a pan and a carton of eggs from the fridge. Turning on the stove, she placed the pot and carton down on the counter, and sighed distractedly. It was a rather bright Saturday morning, and she was sure that soon her friends would awake. Turning her attention back to the soon-to-be breakfast, she cracked five eggs over the pan, and watched them run together. It was odd, yes, to compare you're friends to a bunch of eggs, but that was exactly how Lily saw it. They were a close-knit bunch, for better or for worse, through good times, and bad. They had seen some bad times as Hogwarts, but for some reason, Lily had a brooding feeling that they were about to see much worse.

A door opened and closed in the distance, and Lily could hear someone walking towards the kitchen. Lily glanced at her watch; it was 8:30. To her surprise, a groggy-looking Emmaline entered the kitchen, and gave Lily a weak smile, "'Morning."

Lily laughed quietly, "Good morning, Emmy. A bit early for you to be up, isn't it?" she grinned, then motioned over to the living room, "When did they get here?"

Emmaline leaned against the counter next to Lily and sighed sleepily, "At around 10:00. James woke you up, but you were half asleep, so he had to walk you to the room."

Lily smiled to herself, and brought down five bowls. She distributed the scrambled eggs evenly between them; it was going to be a light breakfast, but it was food none the less, "Emmy can you help me set the table? You get the drinks, I'll get the bowls and utensils."

The two girls busied themselves, bumping into each other every so often as they got what they needed for breakfast. Finally, they walked into the small dining area, set the table, and went into the living room. Lily tapped Remus on the shoulder; he was a light sleeper, and easy to wake up. Then she went over to James, and prodded him hard on the shoulder. He woke with a start, and grinned sheepishly as he realized who it was. Emmaline sat on the floor next to Sirius, and drew her kneed up to her chest.

"I don't want to wake him up, he looks tired," she said, and smiled down at him. Lily rolled her eyes at James, who chuckled.

"Em, sometimes I think you're too good to Sirius," he sighed, got up, and stamped firmly on Sirius' leg, "That's the way to wake him up," he smirked as Sirius bolted upright, and grabbed at his leg.

Sirius glared at James, and looked around the room, dazed. When he spotted Emmaline, he looked relieved, "There you are," he put his arm around her shoulder and kissed her cheek.

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Everyone had finished their breakfast rather quickly, as there wasn't much to consume. An embarrassed Lily kept muttering apologies, which everyone else frowned, and shook their heads at. Emmaline sighed as Lily apologized again, after hearing Sirius' stomach growl, "Lils, if we helped you, there would've been more. Don't worry about it. Besides, Sirius is always hungry," she laughed, and winked at him.

This lightened the mood slightly, and the conversation between James, Sirius, and Remus turned immediately to Quidditch. Once Lily was sure that they were deeply into their argument, she drew her chair up to Emmaline's.

"Look, Emmy, there's something I want to talk to you about," she whispered, glancing up to make sure no one was listening before continuing, "It's just a feeling, but it's one that's been bothering me for a while now. I feel like something bad is going to happen. I don't know what, or who it's going to happen to, but I have a feeling that it's going to affect us more than anything has before."

Emmaline frowned uncomfortably, and ran a hand through her blonde hair, "I've had the same feeling for a while now. But maybe it's just the Prophet, and rumors putting ideas into our heads again. Honestly, with all this talk going around it's a wonder that everyone doesn't become permanently paranoid."

Lily nodded, and felt a small bit of her worries wash away, "Yes, I supposed you're right." Her head snapped around as tap was heard on the window, and she smirked at Emmaline as she noticed it was just the post, "It's already gotten to me."

Sirius, who was closest to the window, stood up, and collected the mail. He dropped a Knut into the pouch tied onto the Owl's leg, and closed the window as it flew away. Sirius sat down, and tossed the mail to his friends on the table as he saw who they were addressed to, "Emmy, some letter from the Ministry, Prongs, an article about a broomstick, Lily, a letter from your mum, and the Daily Prophet."

Lily tore open her letter, and skimmed it quickly before sighing, "It's nothing bad," she smiled at Emmaline, who looked rather concerned, "Just a letter to catch up on what's been going on at home."

Emmaline nodded, before examining her own letter, "I'm going to get ready…I can't open letters that have to do with work when my mind isn't set right yet. She tucked the letter into her robe, and walked into her room, "Oh, and guys," she addressed James, Sirius, and Remus, "you can stay here for the day."

Lily looked up, and was about to confirm Emmaline's invite when she noticed the expression on Remus' face, "What's wrong, Rem?"

He sighed, and bit his lip, "Don't get too worried yet; it could be nothing. I heard some Aurors talking, at the Ministry. They were saying that there were so many murders that they sent letters to inform family members, instead of telling them in person."

Instantly, the mood around the table stiffened, and they all looked at the door that Emmaline had just gone into.