Lily was pleasantly surprised that Lysander arrived not so long after she did; she was nearly as surprised as he was that she was ahead of him. After all, he always beat her to class, and she had a terrible penchant for being late. However, for Lily, being in Gryffindor was causing her some trouble as of late and she was hasty to eat and hasty to leave. Having had no where else to go, she exiled herself to the library, a place she all but loathed to go.
Lily waved back gently, a smile creeping onto her face when she saw his. As often as she was unpleasant, she always found it rather difficult to be abrasive when others seemed so nice. And those Scamanders definitely had that going for them, the niceness. "It's not a problem," she said gently, inspecting him for a moment. It was true, they had never been that close. Well, she had bumped into him once in herbology, but she didn't get much of a look at him anyway. She laughed to herself, she didn't know what Juliet was all about - Lorcan had nothing on Lysander.
Lily folded her arms and leaned them onto the desk and looked right at Lysander, in order to make sure he not only heard but understood her. "I haven't the slightest idea what I am suppose to do then." She looked down, a little ashamed of herself, "I simply cannot stay awake in class, and I haven't the slightest idea what any of this is about." Feeling as though it might somehow be helpful, Lily pulled open her book to what she thought may be the right page and skimmed it. Tucking a bit of hair behind her ear, Lily looked back up. "Are you just going to point me in the right direction?" Her face morphed into a rather excited expression (one which, despite being uncommon to her face, looked natural), "Or will you tell about what happened?!"