Ok. So I lied at the end of the last chapter. But I couldn't get this out of my head.
Broke
Movement, constant movement in the house.
The old her wouldn't have been able to take it.
The old her would have thrown up her hands in defeat, storming off to sulk.
The old her would have fumed for hours at the break in her concentration.
But the new her... yes. The new Lily, Lily Potter couldn't take a day without movement.
She couldn't take this life without her two boys (and Sirius). Her two heroes.
She wouldn't have been able to go on without those two heads of black hair, those two heads who had recently begun conspiring and giggling unabashedly together.
Yes. The old her would have been absolutely livid if someone had broken the atrocious vase from Petunia.
But as Harry whizzed around the room on his new toy broom, followed closely by her other beloved, her James, the new Lily couldn't help but laugh brilliantly.
Because this... this was life.
Virtual un-creepy hugs to you if you can guess what inspired this chapter (although it's REAL obvious... we all need a non-creepy hug)!