On occasion, it felt as though Lily would take one more great step towards some unwritten goal. The first had been at the age of ten, when she'd stood and watched her brother walk into the ocean. Another step had been taken when she got her letter to Hogwarts, and yet another the first time she's laid eyes on Aiden, and realized just how much school wouldn't teach her, that she was worthy to learn at home. Perhaps hearing John's words wasn't a full step, but it certainly felt like movement.
"It would be my pleasure," Lily said, her words coming a bit too quickly, and her eyes going too bright. She set her glass on a side table and walked to within inches of her Professor. A smile twisted her lips, making her look halfway between beautiful and dangerous.
"My father knows shielding spells that can keep prying eyes away. Believe me, Sir, you can't imagine the training this body has."
Calling older men 'Sir' was something that almost always pained Lily. She knew it was an appropriate social custom, but she had met few men who deserved such a term. Lily's use of the word now might as well have been her down on her knees, pledging her service.