Lily's POV
The house was quiet by the time I got home, and for once, I was relieved. That meant I had the whole place to myself...no Isabella’s screeching, no Draco’s mind games, and hopefully, no Larry.
But the moment I spotted Larry’s bike parked outside, my shoulders tensed.
Great.
Just what I needed. Drama with a side of chaos.
I hoped he was sleeping. Or out back. Or invisible. Anything but waiting for me inside with that annoying smirk of his and a new set of games.
I pushed the door open gently and stepped inside, half expecting someone to jump out from a corner. The house was too silent. Creepy silent.
I kicked off my shoes and tiptoed through the hallway like a thief, heading straight to the kitchen. I needed food and a bath. Maybe a nap too. My legs ached from all the walk
