Lily smiled. "I like them better too." She patted Hope's bottom as she squirmed, rocking and soothing her. She'd just eaten; shouldn't be hungry. Just restless. Sensing her Mummy's mood, maybe?
"Names matter to some people," she said softly, looking down at her daughter. "It won't ever matter what I do, or how I think. It won't matter if I get my head together. If the Healers help me." Lily pressed a gentle kiss to Hope's forehead.
"As long as I'm Lily Lestrange, and she's Hope Lestrange, there will be people who'll hate us."