<div align="center">(http://i933.photobucket.com/albums/ad179/sprinkletinkle/15c9ea53-901b-4677-8b54-410adca7c467.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Lily Luna Potter<br/>&gt;&gt; Albus and Scorpius; Athena indirectly<br/>&gt;&gt; From the staircase to her room.</span></span></div><br/><br/><br/>At first there wasn't any kind of response to Scorpius' hesitant knock on her door. A few moments passed with nothing and then, "If your last name is Malfoy you can go ahead and<em>piss off</em>! I am not in the mood for your games," came Lily's moderately angry voice from the inside of her room. As if to emphasize her point, something glass crashed against the door and fell to pieces in front of it. Of course he could only guess at what that was.<br/><br/>Inside the room, Lily sat on the edge of her bed, fuming quietly. She hated that he sounded so ignorant almost as much as she hated the fact that she was feeling so angry and somehow hurt. It was confusing and Lily did not like being confused. Aisling jumped onto Lily's bed and chose to lounge at the foot of it. She only thought that humans were silly with their emotions and to show her dismay she flopped her tail against the mattress. Such was the life of a cat.<br/><br/>Lily assumed Scorpius would go away, more than likely to stop and hit on the next twat that crossed his path. She reached across the mattress and pulled the cat gently to her. Aisling wasn't terribly excited by this and she meowed in disagreement, though acquiesced since it seemed that her owner needed the comfort.