It didn't take Lily long to change into a pair of dark denim jeans and exchange her floured top for a clean, warm sweater in a deep purple. She pulled the tie out of her hair, letting it fall to her shoulders, and paused a minute to examine her reflection. Turning to the side, she wondered if it was just wishful thinking, of if she really did have a little baby bump. Proabbly wishful thinking; she hadn't shown with Harry until she was nearly four months along. Sighing, she slipped into black flats and headed back downstairs before their guests arrived.
She checked one more time on dinner, even though it was perfectly fine, and she handed James the bottle of wine to open as she lit the candles on the dining room table. Satisfied, finally, that everything was to her satisfaction (and ignoring James' amused expression the entire time), she made herself sit so she wouldn't pace from anticipation.
Exactly on time, not that she'd expected any different, there was a knock at the door. With one last Look at James, reminding him to behave himself, she answered. "Hi!" she said, moving aside so they could come in. "Right on time." She leaned in to hug Severus, and gave him a Look as well. James wouldn't be the only male under her roof who would be watched carefully. Then she turned to Al to give him a hug too, careful to remember the three pats she'd learned he preferred.
"Come in," she said, writing out the words with her wand, her handwriting as flowy and curvy as it was on parchment.