<span style="font-weight: bold"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FFFF00">Lily Evans Potter</span></div></span><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Lily knew that those moments of bliss wouldn’t last. How could they? They were in the middle of a war, and people were dying left and right. Anyone who as much as disagreed with Voldemort and his Death Eaters was a target. And she knew that she was a prime target. She was supposed to have been killed already, after all. It had been for some sort of miracle she had escaped. Now, Lily felt like she was living in borrowed time. <br/><br/>That idea brought Lily some strange form of comfort. If she was just waiting to be killed, maybe she should live a little more instead of sitting and waiting for death to come for her. She didn’t want to die and have a closed and dull room as her last memory. <br/><br/>Of course, Lily didn’t tell Severus of her thoughts. She was sure he would lose his cool if she told him she didn’t have a lot of hope to live. So, for now, she would keep her thoughts to herself and enjoy the moments of relative peace. <br/><br/>When Severus told her to choose a table, Lily nodded. She hesitated for a moment, and then picked out a table by the window, in the sunlight. Not even thinking that sitting so close to a window could be dangerous - as she could be seen by the wrong person -, Lily simply enjoyed the feeling of freedom and the soft sunlight warming up her face and hands. <br/><br/>While she enjoyed the warm feeling, Lily turned her head a little, so she could focus on Severus. Sitting like that, she could be seen from the outside, but couldn’t see anyone who wasn’t inside the pub.</div>