Wrinkling her nose disdainfully at his pleas for mercy she fluttered a hand at him dismissively. "Oh spare me, Sirius, you're far too pleased with yourself at all times to grovel," she rolled her eyes at him while she spoke, taking a few more steps closer.

"I don't think you're up to anything good," Lily looked over his face, smiling warmly up at him, like the class a prat she had been acting like since the library.