One of the biggest boons that came with living in Hogsmeade village was that Harry wasn't far away. Lily knew that her son was brilliant and very capable of taking care of himself, but old fears never vanished completely, and having him close by helped her sleep better at night. Beyond those worries however, Lily was quite proud of her son and how well he was doing in school and she understood fully that no teenage boy wanted their mum badgering them, so beyond the occasional note and the Quidditch matches she made a point to never miss saw him about as often as any other parent of a Hogwarts student.
The obvious exception was, of course, the best part about life in Hogsmeade. When Harry and his classmates visited town he almost always popped 'round to say hello. Most of the time she tried not to badger him into coming by (Lily could just imagine how flustered that would make him should he have a date), but when he did she was delighted to see him.
Beyond the business of raising her son, Lily had sunk her time since James' passing into a series of apprenticeships that were conducted by Owl Post, which had metamorphosed over time into large research projects. It was Horace, of course, who had gotten her onto the idea of finding work that could be done while still raising a son, and since Lily didn't have a clue how to actually stop working it suited her quite nicely. Slughorn had been Lily's mentor in school and as adults they had collaborated frequently, sharing their research – which was what she was presently involved in when she heard the sound of footsteps on the walkway through the open window.
Tilting her head she listened for a moment, confirming her suspicions before tossing the parchment she'd been writing on aside and rising to her feet. In the short walk between her desk and the front door a wide grin had spread across Lily's face, obviously overjoyed by the time she threw open the door. "Teenage hoodlums skulking about in my begonas again?" She asked, leveling her playfully narrowed eyes in Harry's direction.
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The obvious exception was, of course, the best part about life in Hogsmeade. When Harry and his classmates visited town he almost always popped 'round to say hello. Most of the time she tried not to badger him into coming by (Lily could just imagine how flustered that would make him should he have a date), but when he did she was delighted to see him.
Beyond the business of raising her son, Lily had sunk her time since James' passing into a series of apprenticeships that were conducted by Owl Post, which had metamorphosed over time into large research projects. It was Horace, of course, who had gotten her onto the idea of finding work that could be done while still raising a son, and since Lily didn't have a clue how to actually stop working it suited her quite nicely. Slughorn had been Lily's mentor in school and as adults they had collaborated frequently, sharing their research – which was what she was presently involved in when she heard the sound of footsteps on the walkway through the open window.
Tilting her head she listened for a moment, confirming her suspicions before tossing the parchment she'd been writing on aside and rising to her feet. In the short walk between her desk and the front door a wide grin had spread across Lily's face, obviously overjoyed by the time she threw open the door. "Teenage hoodlums skulking about in my begonas again?" She asked, leveling her playfully narrowed eyes in Harry's direction.