"Not yet," Lily replied with a shrug, stuffing her hands into her own pockets. "I keep thinking about looking for one, but I'm still just not used to such a..." She paused, searching for the right word. "Normal, I guess, life. I mean, I graduated and immediately started living more like a soldier than a woman. I hardly know what to do with myself without something to fight."
It was kind of funny, really. She was young and intelligent, but still felt as if she should be fighting rather than working a regular job and living such a quiet life. And she couldn't even use the excuse of having a child to stay home with. Harry could just as easily be her little brother now instead of her son.