The name alone triggered a reflex in Lily that almost made her draw her wand. The name had certainly come up in the telling of war stories, and her jaw clenched briefly. It was hard not to react to the name of people who -- in her time -- were highly suspected Death Eaters. Who had been confirmed as such by Ginny.
But ...
She'd saved Harry's life, hadn't she? In a way, for less than altruistic reasons, but the fact remained, didn't it? "Lily Evans," she replied finally to the question. "Harry's mum," she added in case the woman had no idea of her maiden name. Why would she see reason to remember it? They'd barely shared time at school, and what older witch paid any mind to first and second years?
"Suppose now's a good time to mention we all come from ... different points in time. I'm from 1978. Sirius and Remus are from '81. Ginny's here as well, from 2012. Severus is from ... I don't know, exactly. Around my time, I think. A little past it." She tried to recall if there were others, and she knew there were but names and ages were escaping her. Neville, she knew. And Dean. But she thought it could get ridiculous, naming people all night. The ones she'd named though, she thought they might provide some sort of points of reference for the woman. Maybe not though.