LIly wasn't one to show her emotions. Well not her bad ones anyway. On the rare occasions she did, boy did they come out. Many didn't know how to deal with an emotional Lily, well maybe Lysander did, but other than that even her brothers didn't seem to know how to cheer her up. They couldn't fix things, they couldn't play god and bring back her father, no matter how hard they wanted to. So Lily took to just crying herself exhausted somewhere where people didn't usually go. Myrtle was a suprisingly good crying buddy. What the ghost had to cry about, Lily didn't really know or care.
Lily sniffed pathetically as she gazed at herself in the mirror. She had the famous Weasley hair of course and the wide eyes that many said her mother had herself. Lily couldn't see herslef as either a Potter or a Weasley. Not just in looks but everything. She wasn't brave, she wasn't one to take charge. She just tried her best to please everyone so often it collapsed on itself a majority of the time. To most people, she was just Little Potter, her brothers who overshadowed her. Not that she minded, she loved them to bits but sometimes she just want to be Lily not Lily Potter.