"Well, there's your problem. You can't read people as well as I can. I never took to Peter like you all seemed to and I can't for the life of me imagine any series of events in which I willingly consented to put my life in his hands. He was always so ..." Lily hesitated and shook her head. "I don't know. Squirmy," she concluded. It didn't quite convey what she'd wanted, but she knew Sirius would have died for James (and she supposed later, for her as well). She never would have said the same of Peter.
Lily sighed. For a long moment she contemplated the floor beside the table. "I understand what you're saying, Remus. I do. And it's fine to be cautious but you're taking this to ridiculous levels. What do you think Ginny's going to do to us, really, that she hasn't already had chances to do before now?"
She shook her head, utterly disgusted when he outright said the word kill. "If I'm going to die here, it's not going to be at the hand of someone we've been living with for weeks. I can handle myself against either of them if I ever had to, which I wouldn't." Exhaling softly, she shook her head before she stood up. "I appreciate the concern, Remus. But scale it back, all right?" She pushed in her chair and turned away.
"I'll see you home if you're still up. I'm going for a walk."