"Witch," she corrected absently as she dried her cheeks with the tissue. "The boys are wizards. I'm not sure how common the terminology is across other ... realities. But yes, I have magic, and the people I live with have magic. My sister and my parents didn't though. So not ... everyone in our world is born with it. Most aren't."
Lily nodded. "I don't know ... the details. I don't know which of us goes first. I don't know what ... why we wouldn't have apparated out. It ... something must have happened that we couldn't." Or they'd gotten careless and didn't have their wands. Or were disarmed. It was impossible to say, though Lily had imagined a thousand scenarios. If things ever got that far, if they couldn't change anything before then, could she still save them?
"I appreciate the offer," she assured him softly before she exhaled. Look at her, bringing down the evening. She was sure he was sorry he'd met her. Driving off his friend, telling sad tales. What next?