Lyka woke in a bed that was honestly way too large for her eleven year old body. She looked around the room, wondering why she was feeling slightly dizzy. Then she realized that she had both eyes back. "Well at least there's that. And at least there's the fact that my bedroom is basically a library." Almost every wall in the room was lined with bookshelves. Full bookshelves. Lyka was debating between going back to sleep or pulling a book down and curling up in the armchair under the sole window to read for a while. But then suddenly there was a loud pounding on the door before it flew open.

"C'mon Lyka! Get up already! The sooner we get to breakfast, the sooner we get to go to Diagon Alley!" The foreign yet familiar voiced practically boomed out of the young boy who looked so much like Lyka's Harry. The only difference she really noted was the brown eyes instead of green.

"Oi. Who said you could come in you git?" She stuck her tongue out at her elder brother before ducking fully under the covers. "Seriously James. What if I had been naked? Or in the midst of fantasizing about my mate?" As Lyka laid under the covers, various memories that she had lived, yet not lived flowed through her brain. She giggled at the one of her whistling to cause James' training broom to buck when she had been angry at him.

James scrunched his face up in disgust. "You've only just turned eleven. Why would you already be thinking like that about your mate?" He flops onto his stomach on the side of the bed where Lyka wasn't. "Although I suppose it is quite the question for you. Already knowing that there is someone out there who Lady Magic has deemed as the person you'll spend the rest of your life with." He stops for a moment before rolling to face Lyka. "At least it'll make dating easy for ya."

Lyka snorts as she gives him a push. "It's only easy so long as they're single and around my age." She thinks back to how at least her mate was one of those things before. Popping her head out from under the covers, she glares at James. "Now do you mind leaving so I can get ready? Oh! Is Harry up already?"

James laughs and ruffles Lyka's silvery white hair, making it even more a mess than it was before. "Okay, okay! I know when I'm not wanted. And yes he is. He was stuffing his face downstairs. By the way, I still don't get why but he was crying while he ate Mom's cooking." James gives Lyka a puzzled look.

Lyka shrugs as she climbs out of bed and walks over to the hidden closet. "Perhaps in a past life he didn't have a mother to cook wonderful meals for him? Or maybe he had a bad dream?" James shrugs and quickly leaves as Lyka opens up her closet.

She glances around at all the fashionable clothes that Euphemia and Fleamont purchased for her. She still couldn't believe that they would go to such expense for her. But then again, that might just be the abused orphan she once was talking. And not the well loved daughter of a happily married couple. Lyka runs her fingers down the row of dresses hanging in the closet. Deciding that today would be a wonderful day to be a bit more elegant. She stops at a simple, black sundress. Her lips quirk up into a smile as she hums a little tune. The dress lifts off the hanger and floats down into her waiting hands.

Harry glances up from his plate of eggs that he was silently crying into. Lyka had skipped into the room while he had been busy crying into his breakfast. He watches silently while chewing as Lyka kisses both their parents on their cheeks. Harry sighs as he runs a hand through his unruly hair. He still couldn't get over the fact that Lyka was able to completely assimilate to this new life. Then again...she always had been able to think on her feet faster than even Draco.

"Mornin' Lyka." Harry greets her with a small smile, "So do you think we'll meet anyone interesting today?" He really hopes that she understands that he's talking about Draco. In the past eleven years of memories he doesn't remember meeting Draco once. Harry was actually beginning to miss the snarky prat.

Harry watches Lyka's expression as it goes from confusion to understanding to contemplative. Gods it was weird seeing his sister with two eyes again. He'd grown too used to her scars and eye-patch.

"Well in theory we'll meet a lot of interesting people. I mean today we get to go get books, robes, potions ingredients, and hopefully some ice cream." At this Lyka flashed their parents with the most hopeful smile.

Fleamont chuckled slightly as he grinned back at Lyka, "Of course we'll stop off for ice cream. But only after we're all done shopping and James has found all of his friends. I believe you did say your friends were planning on shopping today too?" At this Fleamont looked over to James, dutifully ignoring Lyka's over dramatic huff.

"Yeah! Remus and Peter said they were definitely going to be there. Although I don't know if Sirius will be able to join us. His parents are weird and don't like him or his brother straying too far from them. Barely let them leave the house during summer. So I really doubt he'll be able to join us." James sighs deeply. "The poor sap has only been able to send me one letter all summer too. His parents are so angry about him getting into Gryffindor."

Harry and Lyka share a look as Fleamont and James continue their conversation about Sirius' situation. The twins were both wondering the same thing: if Sirius would still wait till his sixth year before running away or if it would happen sooner due to their being here. They both shrug at each other causing them to gain James' attention again.

"Were you two having yet another silent twin conversation?" James looks back and forth between them, a large smile on his face. "What was it about? Quidditch? Lyka's latest read? Or could it have been advice as to how I'm going to win over Lily?" Both Lyka and Harry snort at James as he once again brings up Lily. It was amazing how much of his thinking capacity was taken up by one girl.

"Actually Lyka was thinking so hard about Fortescue's that I started thinking about it." Harry giggles as he finishes up his breakfast.

Euphemia and Fleamont both laugh at their daughter as she turned bright red, sticking her tongue out at Harry. "Of course she'd be thinking about ice cream. Isn't all she thinks about is sweets? Oh and I suppose books every once in a while." James laughed hard as Lyka turned a deeper shade of red and more frantically ate her breakfast.

The moment Lyka finished, she jumps up from her chair. "Alright let's go! I really want to see if they have any new stock at Flourish and Blotts."