Lily couldn’t help but rub her temple in exasperation as he prattled on about the essay in question. “Its charms,” she sighed, “and you’re an idiot.” Glancing at him sideways the corners of her lips curled in a small smirk, seeming to notice for possibly the first time ever that looking at him wasn’t the most awful thing in the world. She blamed the beekeeper’s exploits for inspiring such an observation.
“Right, so. The essay was on the caterwauling charm, with the bonus subtopic of effective uses for it.” Lily handed him back the book and looked at him expectantly. “Can you think of any effective uses for the caterwauling charm? Should we go find one?” The idea of enchanting someone’s door with it struck her as rather hilarious, although Lily Evans would never prank anyone.