"Lily Potter, the greatest mother, the gentlest wife, the kindest friend, the bravest soul."
Cyrus stood before a headstone, completely ignoring James Potter's grave right beside it, and squatted down to place a bouquet of lilies at the foot of the monument. Another bunch of lilies already rested there.
She had chosen not to dine with Sirius and the others, driven perhaps by a sudden whim to see the person who had kept the man going all these years.
Chapter 52