Lily was having a nice breakfast of eggs and sausage when the doors to Cascade Hall were thrust open. The force was so strong Lily turned to look and saw Jack storming over to her. His brown hair was still combed nicely to the left and his clothes were impeccable as always, but he looked about ready to attack someone. Lily hated it when he looked like this; it meant she was going to get into trouble for something. When he reached her, he slammed his hand onto the table and Lily jumped. "Lily Olivia Spencer, what the hell did you do to yourself?"
"What are you talking about?" asked Lily defensively. She was getting angry being attacked like this. "I didn't even do anything. Why're you attacking me? It's not even eight in the morning yet!”
Jack sat down across from her as Lily fumed in her seat. "Your hair!" he exclaimed. "How am I supposed to explain to Mum what you did your bloody hair? You're not a blooming wizard, Lily, for Merlin's sake. I can't believe you cropped it so short. It’s not even a good cut! And I can't believe you thought it was all right to dress up as the blooming Headmaster for Hallowe'en!"
"Shut up, Jack," said Lily angrily. "It was for Hallowe’en, and it’ll grow back to my chin before the holiday so Mum won’t even know. Besides, it’s my hair, I can do whatever I like with it. As for the Headmaster, I really don't think it matters. Even if his grand-daughter tattles on me I'm just a student - what's he going to do, fail me in every single one of my classes just because his pride is hurt? Get a grip, John.”
Jack’s fingers clenched into fists. "You're lucky I'm not writing back home about it."
"You wouldn't dare. Mum would ask why you didn't stop me, wouldn't she?" Lily stuck her tongue out at him and he glared at her.
"You're the worst."
"Then why, pray tell, are you still sitting here?" Lily huffed and continued slathering jam onto her toast. “Go sit with your friends.”
Jack sat there silently for a moment before he poured himself some tea and made some cereal. Lily watched him out of the corner of her eye, wondering what else he wanted to say. He didn't look angry anymore, but it was clear he had something else on his mind. If he was going to yell at her again, Lily was not going to stand for it. She'd rather sit alone than endure any more of her brother's lectures this early in the morning.
"Fine, you’re right,” said Jack at last. “As long as Mum doesn’t find out I don’t care.” He didn’t look like he meant it, but Lily appreciated it anyway.
“Thank you.”
After another moment of long silence, Jack asked, “How're you doing in your courses?"
"I'm doing fine," she said. "I’m not failing any classes and I understand what’s going on. My marks in DADA are actually quite good. I'll never be top of the class, I think, but I don't need tutoring if that's what you're thinking. These classes are loads more interesting than what we had to study back home."
"That's brilliant, Lily," replied Jack with a rare grin. He hardly ever smiled at her. "Glad you're doing well."
His behaviour was so different from how it was just a moment ago Lily wasn't sure how to react. She didn't understand how Jack could switch from one emotion so easily to the next. Wizards. "You're so weird," said Lily, shaking her head. And they said witches were emotionally unstable.