Realizing she was only digging herself in deeper with Ginny and Fred, Lily had finally shut her journal and started tinkering around the bungalow, finding things to fix. If she was going to be a repair(wo)man, she had to experiment so she figured she'd start where she was living, right? It wasn't the best job and Lily was sure there were things she'd have to salvage besides the few household items her father had taught her to fix, but she'd do her best. At least it would keep her mind off...well, being dead and having a full grown son.
Hearing the knock, Lily pushed aside the wrench she was using on the leaky faucet in the loo. "Percy?" she called, "Is that you?"