While her brother chased girls in the corn maze, Lily found solace in the Pumpkin Carving each year. She loved to decorate, and she especially loved how she for once, was allowed inside of the Three Broomsticks. The three feminine scary looking heads scowled at her when she practically skipped into the bar without consequence. It was something that she was allowed for once not for the fact that she was Harry Potter's daughter, but rather, because the season called at her to do the one thing she loved: arts and crafts.

She found her way into the bustling scenery, with the Three Broomsticks entirely decorated with everything Halloween. Lily loved every holiday equally, for each one gave her a new opportunity to show off her artsy talents. She found herself at a table, and picked a pumpkin to work on. Lily was about to get to work on it, when something sparkly got her attention. She looked up to see Mr. Petrova. She beamed, and walked over to him right away.

"Mr. Petrova, hi!" Lily was both starstruck, and also distracted by his marvelous pumpkin. "Oh, I hope you don't mind, it's Lily. Lily Potter." She tucked some of her fiery red hair behind her ear, hoping that he'd entertain her for this evening.

Antony Petrova

"Hey, kid." said Augustine, her own carving dagger piercing the head of her pumpkin...which honestly looked more like a disfigured stomach than anything remotely attractive. She was never the most artistic when she was studying, and definitely not whilst she was within the Dark Lord's service.

She was just happy no one knew of her leadership of the Ashwinders yet, and that the Dark Mark on her right arm all but faded. Which meant she could get up close and personal to people here, barely a few miles away from home.

And look at her luck, being able to get this close with one of Potter's little brats.

"Why don'tcha spend your time with this auntie right here?" She drawled, grinning so hard her eyes squinted. "I'll even help ya with your pumpkin if you want,"   She offered with a grin towards the young girl. There was something about playing with your prey that made her quite giddy and happy. She slid over to pat the seat next to her, smiling at the redhead still. Her biggest regret was not cursing both her parents, a blood traitor and a prat.

Lily was raised by Harry and Ginny Potter. She was raised right. And one of the most important lessons she ever had was to not talk to strangers. Antony wasn't a stranger to her, they've corresponded (although her parents would disapprove if they ever found out), so to her -- he didn't count. This strange lady did. The way she carved the head of her pumpkin was almost scary, as a result, she sat down with Antony without asking his permission. Perhaps he would protect her from strangers, like he would protect a dragon. In her own little world, sometimes, she would pretend she was one anyway. Lily had the fiery hair for it.

Still, though, she felt it too impolite to just ignore her. "No thank you, I don't need help." She focused herself on Antony instead of this woman. Lily managed a small smile, but this woman was unusual for just approaching her like this. It was half expected, being a Potter child, that she would be approached in this manner. But she was taught it was strange for just anybody to do it.

Antony Petrova Augustine Victoria Rookwood