Spare robes, food, wand, water. It was all there. Lily’s mind was still reeling from actually having spoken to her granddaughter – or, well, corresponded would be a more accurate description.
“She won’t hit you,” Lily countered, shaking her head. But if the other Lily had inherited anything from this Lily other than her name, she would. “That hard,” she corrected. Giving the rucksack to James to carry, Lily headed out of the room above the pub. She’d never get used to living at a place like that…
“I suppose we should check that field just south of Godric’s Hollow. You know which one I’m talking about? The one where you liked to take Harry out on the broom when he was little?” When he was little. That was a little obvious, wasn’t it? They hadn’t exactly had the opportunity when he was bigger, had they? “I mean, it’s a start. She did say she had been at home – what’re you doing all the way back there?” Lily had glanced behind her shoulder to make sure James was still listening, but he was a few steps behind her. “Just because you’re a grandpa now doesn’t mean you have to move like one,” she teased.
Her green eyes stared straight ahead of her as she moved through the village of Godric’s Hollow. The sun was just beginning to go down, and she didn’t think she could stand another look at that statue in the square. Lucky thing that she could see the field just ahead of her. “Maybe we shouldn’t have our wands all the way out? She might think we’re going to hex her head off or something.”