No. What Lily needed was [i]one of those[/i]. She thought as her eyes scanned what she at first thought to be an empty compartment. It took a millisecond after opening the compartment door to realize that someone was there and smoking and she wondered why she didn’t notice him before she had opened it at all. It took another minute, and the closing of the door, for her to realize that it was James Potter. Lily paused and brushed her hair out of her face, stiffening her back a bit. “You shouldn’t be doing that. It’s bad for you, you know. Plus, it’s frowned upon on the train.”

Eyes tracing the sand aimlessly, Lily looked up, and her feet hit the sand hard to make her small swinging motion stop. “Sev…” She said softly, torn between whether to speak to him, or leave… but she went nowhere. “How are you?”