Lily shook her head. "Late August, here," she admitted. "It was December of '78 for me," she added. "Before I was here, I mean. Nearly Christmas." Which was nearly January which would have made her truly 19 as she was pretending to be here. Then it would have been time for her wedding. A wedding she'd never have, now.
She lapsed into silence for a moment, honestly unsure what else to talk about with Narcissa. "I ... if you had anything else to ask before we got there, I could try to answer your questions," she offered. She'd been through it all, after all, so she knew the drill.