A nice cup of tea would forever serve as a strong draw for Lily, who only wanted to be left to sit quietly with one while reading a good book - no matter how firmly life insisted on throwing a steady stream of obstacles in her path that kept that idea closer to fiction than to reality. Tonight there was no pretending she had any hope of such an idyllic future. It was far too late for reading, and while the only appropriate course of action was sleeping she was instead doing anything but.

As though to prove she didn't care Lily hadn't bothered to brush her long hair, instead fighting it back into a bun that sat on top of her head messily, like an afterthought. She threw her robe over her pajamas and left the bedroom she had been given when she had been named Head Girl at the beginning of the year. She found it an interesting adjustment, having been in the same dorm room since First Year, and all the quiet was probably at fault for why on nights like this one, sleep was a bit hard to find.

Shuffling into the Gryffindor Common Room she was already frowning obstinately, though there could be no doubt the expression deepened when she laid eyes on Sirius, already waiting. "This is mental," she objected quietly, and she had to wonder if it sounded as half-hearted as she meant it. She preferred to play things by the book and shied away from sneaking around and breaking the rules despite the interesting puzzle getting around those rules presented.

Damn it all, she really wanted a cup of tea.