"Why are we here?"
She looks at you with questioning eyes, which spin around the café taking in all her surroundings-the pictures on the wall that don't move, the impatient muggles in line ordering a brown beverage they call coffee. Meanwhile, you struggle to find the right words.
"Why are we here?" she repeats. All you can do is stare into her green eyes, hoping that your stare could tell her everything you were thinking. She looks around again, waiting for an answer. She's not new to this, like you are. She knows of the brown beverage and the still photographs, the latpops and the tellytones. But she tries to forget this world, you can tell. She's been trying for two years now.
"Sirius! I don't have all day!" She snaps. You know she's only acting like this because she's pregnant. Realizing this just makes you regret bringing her here even more.
"Lils…maybe you should sit down…"
"I'm already sitting down, idiot!" You mentally slap yourself. Just tell her, already.
She asks you why we are here, so you begin with that. "I don't want people seeing us together and create stupid gossip in the Daily Prophet," you say. You don't tell her how you're also afraid of her husband (his best friend) might kill him if he knew.
"True. But they're so stupid. How could I possibly be into you when I'm happily married to James? I even have a child with him for Merlin's sake!"
To say that she just crushed all your hope and dreams with that one sentence is rather pathetic.
"Lily…" Your voice drifts off, and all of a sudden you can't do it. You just can't. He's your best friend. You just got to deal with it.
What's the point, anyway? Do you purposely want to destroy yourself?
You come up with a reasonable, last minute lie to cover up the truth you've been deeming false for the last nine years.
"I was wondering what you wanted me to get for Harry? You know, for the baby shower." As you speak, it gets harder and harder to keep smiling, because with every word the painful reality becomes clearer and clearer. You know for a fact that there's no hope anymore. There never was, really, but you were too stubborn to admit it.
Her face transforms from a scowl to a wide smile. "Sirius…you don't have to…" she says, but being the best mate of the father he actually did. But never mind that, a gift wasn't the reason he came here.
It's too late, though-she's already animatedly talking about the new lil wizard wand and the latest kid friendly broomstick and all sorts of other toys and hobbies. You listen half-heartedly (you eventually need to buy your godson a gift), though you don't know how much longer you can pay attention seeing that your heart was already slowly breaking.
"Doesn't your sister live near here?" You ask without warning. You kick yourself (hard) when you see her face. For a second, you even wonder why you said it, only to remember that you just wanted her to shut up. You're a horrible person, and you know it.
"Two years ago she did, she might've moved," she says coldly. She gets up to leave and you stand up, too, fumbling with the small amount of muggle money you received as a gift one year from her back in sixth year. After distinguishing the 10 pence from a pound and 5 pence from 20, you pay for the coffee you bought for yourself and Lily, both untouched and thrown (still full) in the trashcan.
You exit the shop and walk to a dark alleyway together, where only a homeless man slept. "I think we're safe to apparate here."
"Bye. Thanks for the coffee, Sirius." She apparates away and you're about to, too, but you have nowhere to be and decide to return to the café, letting yourself daydream on what you and her could've been on the way.