<em>~*~One Week Later...</em><br/><br/>Lily was snuggled up between Riley and James on one of the benches of the long Gryffindor table in the Great Hall. She was contently chewing away at a piece of bacon and silently making James's plate into a masterpiece, her own empty and unused still. But she was eating, if still just little bites. So far, she'd turned his breakfast into a smiley face with toast for ears and a grape for a nose and was currently contemplating on whether or not to make it's mouth from bacon or the small rind of a piece of melon she'd eaten a few minutes ago. She looked at James questioningly, holding up both pieces wondering which to use and wanting his input.<br/><br/>In the past week, Lily had gone from being glued to Riley, to being glued to either Riley or James, something that had shocked the Hogwarts population a great deal. They weren't a couple of course, at the moment, he was just her friend, a very cuddley one at that. That night they had spent on the windowsill, despite cricks in the neck, had been the calmest night she had had in weeks.<br/><br/>Sirius was nomming happily away at his breakfast on the other side of Riley. He had a doggy biscuit on the side of his plate though, half eaten. He liked them, though he'd never say why. At the moment, he was deciphering the crossword in the newspaper. "Hey, anyone know a ten letter word for a flying object?" He looked up as the second rushof mail owls swooped in. Only so many could fly through the air at once inside here without hitting one another, so the came in waves.<br/><br/>"James! Your mum's sent us a package!" He grinned, holding up the paper wrapped box over the heads of the two girls between them for his best mate to see. "You want to open it, or should I? "