When he had laid out the parameters of her mission to protect Regulus here and bring him back to good health under the cover of secrecy, Dumbledore had given Lily enough information about the owners of the house they’d been tucked away into cobble together a decent enough alias, should anyone get chatty.

Apparition was out of the question, given the small, remote Muggle village they meant to approach, but the walk wasn’t long, and on the way, she took the chance to go over their story, walking close enough to him to keep her voice quiet - not that there was anyone, apart from the occasional sheep to hear it.

“We’re Bernard and Mary, I’m Flora, the owner of the house’s granddaughter, and we’re observing the crabs on the beach and working on a project for university.” They were both young enough that it would suit as a story. “Flora’s a squib,” she added in an even softer tone of voice. “We’re just going to do the shopping and go, and say as little as we can, without being impolite. Places like these are particularly observant of outsiders, so we have to be kind and gracious.

Lily looked around at their surroundings, watching the village come into view just ahead on the road. “Crabs are nocturnal, so that’s why they don’t see us out and about, we work at night.” She looked rather proud of having thought of that little detail. “Have you ever been to a Muggle grocery shop before?”