Lily was cold. She had no idea what month it was, where she was or what the bloody hell was going on. It was late afternoon, and the sun was already going down. Judging on the height of it, it had to be just about half past four, which only meant it would be night time.. darker and colder. Lily shivered as the wind whipped across the field. She was infuriated by these people claiming to be her grandparents. Lily had often wondered what her Potter grandparents would be like. So often she was told that she very much could have been their daughter, for she was definitely a combination of the two of them. But this? This was certainly not how or where or when she wanted to meet Lily and James Potter, if they were who they claimed to be.
After being quite convinced that this was some sort of failed practical joke, Lily had slammed the little journal shut. Why on earth she had opened it in the first place was beyond her. At any rate, at least she was able to hear from several of her cousins and Teddy, who was like another brother to Lily. Everyone seemed a bit on edge, including Lily. The journals had just pissed her off royally, so she slammed it shut and let it lay beside her. There weren't many trees or bushes to protect Lily from the elements, and her ankle felt rather sore.. as if it were broken or severely sprained, or else she would have gotten up and walked someplace with more shelter.
Lily had been in her own little world. The thoughts churned through her head a mile a minute. No one had heard from James or Albus.. or her parents. Lily shook her head and shivered again. She wasn't wearing winter clothes. In fact, she had a very thin jumper on and jeans with a hole around the knee. They were the clothes she practiced Quidditch in at home, and were quite worn and thin. They provided no warmth, and Lily already felt chilled to the bone. She never had the best immune system, so after sitting around for a couple of hours, she had already began to feel sick.
When Lily heard the people approacing, she spun around and stared up at them. They looked like a spitting image of the only picture her father had of his parents. Like Harry, Lily had sat and stared at the picture for countless hours. She was so very curious about these people. Either it was them, or someone had made a very perfect draught of Polyjuice. Lily shivered once more as the wind came whooshing through the field, and then she sneezed. She looked from the robes and food back to the people (who looked about her parents' age, if not younger) and back to the rucksack again. She didn't trust them, not one bit, but she didn't have a wand and she couldn't really get too far with the aching ankle, so instead she remained on the ground and blinked up at the couple.
"State who you are," Lily finally said just loud enough to hear over the roaring winds that seemed to be increasing exponentially. "And what your business is. And then tell me something that proves who you are." It was a very similiar request for what her father's generation did during the Second War.