Felisky Vineyard Afternoon

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She nodded, mopping her eyes, but in spite of herself, she half smiled.

　　　"You'd better be in Slytherin," said Snape, encouraged that she had brightened a little.

"Slytherin?"

　　　One of the boys sharing the compartment, who had shown no interest at all in Lily or Snape until that point, looked around at the word, and Harry, whose attention had been focused entirely on the two beside the window, saw his father: slight, black-haired like Snape, but with that indefinable air of having been well-cared-for, even adored, that Snape so conspicuously lacked.
Why not?" "Tuney h-hates me. Because we saw that letter from Dumbledore." "So what?" She threw him a look of deep dislike. "So she's my sister!" 　　　"She's only a – " He caught himself quickly; Lily, too busy trying to wipe her eyes without being noticed, did not hear him. 　　　"But we're going!" he said, unable to suppress the exhilaration in his voice. "This is it! We're off to Hogwarts!"