Lilly smiled at the professor as she entered the room. "Good day, Professor," she said. Wow, darkness. Parchment. Name. Obviously. She took a seat quite far away from the candles. Floating candles freaked Lilly out, big time. Because of that, she had the disadvantage of not being able to see anything. "Lumos," she whispered, wand in one hand, quill in the other. The young Gryffindor took the parchment, writing:

in scribbly handwriting. Handwriting wasn't her talent. Lilly had never been good at it, at the muggle school she had attended, or found it useful in any way. When would she need it in later life, anyway?