She went furiously to seek refuge at the back of the Burrow, where no one could disturb her. She sat on the ground near the old empty chicken coop and huddled between her legs, forcing herself not to cry. Those two Pureblood idiots didn't deserve her tears. As she brooded over how much she hated them, a sparrowhawk landed on the low plywood roof next to her. Lily recognized the species because there were also many of them in Godric's Hollow, and once she had heard a Muggle neighbor explaining to the neighborhood children the difference between a sparrowhawk and a common hawk. This time, Lily observed the creature more closely and was struck by its elegant majesty. It was probably hungry and couldn't find enough food to bring to its chicks, yet it didn't lose heart and persisted in its dignified search. The only daughter of the Potters decided instantly to have the soul of a sparrowhawk.