Nothing belongs to me.
LXV: Surface
Lily had seen the fleeting glance that passed between her mother and the notorious Mr. Malfoy today, in the station. To anyone else, it might have been coincidental, innocent, meaningless. But if Lily had learned anything from her cousin Rose, it was this: nothing is what it seems.
"You have to look beneath the surface." Rose had said, knowledgeably, agreeing to teach her the art of observation.
So Lily had – looked beneath the surface, that is – noting the pained expression on Mr. Malfoy's face and the way his body seemed to tense at the sight of her mother. Lily saw that her mother, too, seemed to stiffen, her amber eyes filled with sadness, even after she had turned away.
These observations, Lily knew, told of a story untold, perhaps forgotten.
She would rather like to hear this tale, but Lily knew better than to question her mother about it.