Lily laughed softly. "Not quite. I said if it weren't where it was, I'd show you. But since it is ... there won't be any show tonight, loves." Which made her wonder if someone, someday here was going to see her scar, and the rest of her along with it.
It wasn't anything she wanted to think about just then though, so she shook those thoughts off.
She listened to their banter and was somewhat reminded of James and Sirius at home, in the commons, and she closed her eyes against the wave of homesickness that washed over her.
All the same, it wasn't as though she was against making new friends, and the book really wasn't that fascinating. It might have been more interesting if she were home and in bed and alone, but ... people were more interesting.
Gathering up her muffin and mug and book, Lily moved herself to the freed-up seat and sat down. "I'm Lily, by the way. Lily Evans," she introduced herself.