Draped across the length of one of the benches outside, Lily was enjoy the warm breezy day, possibly one of the last ones of summer she was fully engrossed in her ridiculous book.
Lord Brindlemore was just about to captivate the attentions of our heroine as she tended to her honeycombs when her book was abruptly snatched away forcing her to blurt out a startled “Hey!” as she leapt to a sitting pose.
Seeing who it made Lily glare a little although she was smiling a bit, “The Buzzings Of Passion,” she said, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world, “and don’t bloody lose my page Black!”