Lily's shoulders sagged, knowing that Hermione was right, and knowing that this was a foolhardy venture, and poorly planned - two things that weren't like her at all. "Should we head back?"

Lifting her head she looked around them at the forest, the last of the evening's light already draining from the sky. "I've actually gotten quite good at transfiguring things into a nice pot of tea, we could sit out just for a little while?" Lifting a hand towards Hermione, Lily was swift to add, "not because of them! Just because it's nice here, and we're already out and we never come here."