Lily sucks in a breath through her teeth as she looks at the pictures. So, like the last time, the war was a young person's war. The first Order was comprised mostly of fresh Hogwarts graduates, and this one looks the same.

"I see." It's a sad sort of feeling, this utter lack of familiar faces, like this is happening in a world she doesn't belong in, one she lacks any sort of connection to. (She doesn't, she thinks. She's dead.) "At least you still had Mad-Eye with you."