Lily Potter hated Alice Longbottom. What she hated even more was being locked up in a house. So when you took a situation in which she was locked up in a house because of Alice Longbottom, you got a rather angry redhead. She had been driving James and the rest of the Order insane, she was pretty sure, which was the only reason now for which she was being let out of said house for ten minutes---which was fine with her, because even though she had been given specific instructions to Apparate directly to her Liverpool home and a whole lecture beforehand on what to do in case of attack (honestly, it was like she wasn't Lily Potter), she was not in the Order house, and that was something. Which, being in the Order house didn't bother her normally, it was just that she knew that she couldn't leave, and they had no leads on where Alice was so she didn't know when she would be able to leave--if ever, oh dear God she'd die there--and because she'd be somewhere else if Alice weren't such an idiot and---

Okay, no, Order house was better than Death Eaters, but. For pity's sake, the woman was still an idiot!

Anyway, Lily had been let out of the Order house for a few minutes, which was all that really mattered right now. After sitting around for a good hour trying to think up excuses to leave, she had come up with the brilliant realization that if she and James were going to be living there for a while, they'd need clothes and other things like that and even though it'd taken another hour of begging to be let go, she was there, pulling out the key to the front door and---

---what the hell was that in her window? Was that a face?

Abandoning the lock for a second and feeling her heart begin to race just a bit--they had realized that Alice wasn't her and they were here oh no oh no--Lily inched towards their front window and---

"WHAT THE HELL, LIZ!"