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'The best of friends must part' - Irving Berlin.

1. Open mouth. Insert foot.

'You're not serious.'

He is. He's always serious when it's Lily.

'Are you sure?'

He is. He's never had any doubts at all when it's Lily.

'You're nineteen! You've only been together about three minutes!'

I need to shut my mouth soon. I'm babbling and we both know it.

'How do you know she's serious? She's a bit... well... flighty.'

He's glaring.

'Well... she is! She hates you. She doesn't hate you. She insults you. She doesn't insult you. She loves you. She wants her own space.'

He shakes his head. 'She was right then. I was moving too fast. We'd only just graduated. Of course she wanted some time to be by herself for a little while. She'd only just moved out of her parents' house and I was expecting her to move in with me.'

'And it doesn't bother you then? You only had that conversation four months ago. She doesn't want to live with you, but she will want to marry you?' I laugh. 'Where do you get these things from?'

Prongs stands up at this, his chair scrapes at my nerves.

'Padfoot, I'm proposing. You're not involved in this because you're not involved in our relationship. I just thought that you'd be interested. Shitting hell, I thought you'd be excited.'

I open my mouth to protest but he cuts me off. 'You're not excited and you're not interested. And I'm not here to be talked out of it. I'll let you know her answer, shall I?'

He stalks out of the door and his finger beats out a tattoo against a suspiciously box-shaped bump in the back pocket of his jeans.

'Get some Fire Whiskey, yeah? Once of us is going to need some before the end of the week.'

The door shuts. My mouth shuts. I scratch my head. I tap the table. I rub at a little black mark on the surface.

The door bangs.

Prongs stalks back in. His chair scrapes at my nerves again. We look at each other.

'Was that our first fight?' I don't take my eyes off the table.

'Guess it was.' His hand creeps into my eyeline. He flicks my hand. We smirk at the table.

'I can't believe we fought over a girl.'

Prongs snorts. 'Mate, I can't believe we've lasted this long without fighting over a girl.'

We laugh. We laugh too long. We trail off with a sigh.

'Congratulations, Prongs.'

Snort.

'No, really. She'll say yes. We both know she will. Congratulations.'

'Thanks, mate. I needed that. Want to see the ring?' He leans forward and fidgets with his back pocket again.

'Nah, not really.'

Companionable silence.

'Prongs?'

'Padfoot?'

'Can you make sure Em is maid of honour?'

'Padfoot?'

'Mmm?'

'Can my wedding day just be about Lily and me?'

'Mmm...'

TA-DAH! It's me! I'm back from the aether. Please come back to me, old friends and read my nonsense once again.

Depending on general opinion, this will be a multi-chapter bit of nonsense that will show the events of Those Damn Glasses through Sirius' eyes. Yes, I know, I can hear you. I don't do multi-chapters very well. But a bit of time has just appeared up my sleeve and I'm feeling optimistic.

I'm a Cuckoo x