"That's my girl," Lily said proudly, clinking her glass against her husband's and taking a sip. It was tart and bubbly and she had no idea whether it was the good stuff or not, but she quite liked it anyway.
She had another sip, and got that thoughtful little crease between her eyebrows. "You know, there's something he said. About being politically important. I thought he meant me and he was just winding me up, but maybe he meant you. Or maybe Sirius. Maybe both of you." Her frown deepened. "I don't know. I don't think like these people." Which had never bothered her before now. Before she wasn't sure just what she was seeing.