Before that school year, he had never even attended a Quidditch match. His only reason to be there was Lily. Dylan had seen her two years before, when Rose Weasley had talked to him about her cousin. Now Lily was only fourteen, but during the summer she had bloomed. Her hips had grown wider and her breasts more ample. Dylan found her delightful and would have loved to go out with her if only he had found the courage to ask to her.