Lily chuckled softly at his 'joke', though she wondered if he wouldn't have done such a thing, if he'd had a babysitter. Well, no. He probably wouldn't have. Not if there were witnesses, anyway.
"I'm ... well. Not fine, I guess. I can't play Quidditch. You know, it's kind of weird, but it doesn't bother me much when I'm sitting or wandering around or being bored in class, but once I got up on a broom, it hurt like the devil. So, that didn't last long. If I can't even fly a straight line, how'm I supposed to seek a snitch, right?"
She shrugged against the wall. "It was pretty bad though. I mean, when it happened. I guess if my grandmother hadn't gotten me to Mr Snape's like she did, I might not've lived through it."
Lily paused, plucking at the sleeve of her robe. "No one really knows what they were up to. Especially now that there hasn't been anything else since Halloween. Probably ... saving it up for the next full moon. Like they're going to make a regular thing of wreaking havoc or something.
"We think that because they haven't got a leader ... sort, they're just ... you know. Randomly throwing around the violence with no rhyme or reason. Which is probably worse, right? Because then you never know where or when it's going to hit, or who's going to be a target."