"It's one of many things my father has taught me," Lily replied. The door gave a solid 'thud' as she closed it behind the two of them, the sound echoing through the vast stone entryway. Although the rest of the house was lushly furnished, Lord Snow believed that the first impression of his home should be one of strictness.
Lily's high heels clicked sharply against the hardwood floor, as she led her Professor down the hall. Her hips swayed, hugged tight by the black pencil skirt that fell just above her knees. She wasn't putting on a show for her teacher, but she wasn't censoring herself either.
"Politeness is one of those things, as is knowing my place. But he's also taught me that if you don't like the place you're put in, you change it."