Lily looked up thankfully as James and Mr. Potter entered the room, and she accepted her glass of water from James with a murmured thanks. She took a huge gulp of it, the cold liquid soothing her dry throat.
"I'm fine, thank you, Mr. Potter," she said, setting her glass down. "It was just a huge shock...I mean, to hear about the war in the news is one thing, but to come face to face with the people making the headlines..." She shivered, recalling the flash of silver masks beneath dark hoods.
"James, I need to owl my mum..." she prompted softly, seeing that James had not brought her any paper.