Lily nodded. "I'm younger than all of them, except for Hugo, but he's barely the baby, and now I'm older than Dominique and Teddy." She didn't know if Hermione knew about Rose, so she would only mention the cousins who were already here. "I've always been a bit bossy and assertive, though, so being older than my older cousins isn't actually terrible. Because I can take care of them the way they took care of me, and that's kind of nice." She considered the war for a moment. It was in their history books, and she grew up with the war heroes, so she was almost desensitized to it. But she could understand what Hermione meant. "Well. You won, and you all worked hard to make things better, and Hugo and I are proof of that."
Laughing, Lily stood and moved to put on the kettle. "Honestly? You're a lot to live up to. I mean. Not just you, but all of you. I was sorted into Slytherin, and I swear I saw people clutch mental pearls when that happened. But, like. I wanted to be as smart as you and as brave as Dad and as badass as Mum, and I wanted to be nothing like anyone so I could just be me." She smiled fondly at Hermione. "But I wouldn't change my family for anyone, especially since that's not the first time you've made that argument with Dad."
With two cups of tea in hand, she returned to the table. "I suppose," she replied dubiously. "There are a lot of us, and I like to think that Gran thrives in the chaos. I know granddad loves the noise and the fact that a lot of us know more about Muggle things."
Studying her aunt over her cup, she could see the telltale signs of fatigue and the faint line of concentration between her brows. "How are you? Hugo said you're nineteen, so that means it's only been a year since everything? Less fresh than for George, but still there. Are you taking care of yourself?"