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My take on how Lily, James and the gang might have spent their time during their little window of happiness after they graduate Hogwarts
Italics are in present time and the rest is flashbacks to earlier in the evening.
Just a little taster and will be expanded to multi-chap if enough people interested
Happy reading and please review when done. :)
Games Night
James Potter had never really gotten used to the whole thinking before you talk thing - the way he saw it, thinking kind of got in the way of being impulsive.
(Of course his darling wife, had she been consulted on this philosophy, might have seen this a little differently -
Impulsive people were not ordered people, which bothered Lily Evans-Potter somewhat.)
James shivered in the knowledge that at this particular moment in time he was probably quite near the top of the 'List of Things that Bothered Lily Evans-Potter'.
Also he shivered because the back garden was surprisingly cold for the dead of winter.
James surveyed the jungle that was his and Lily's garden and wished he had taken up gardening, rather than just discarding it as a waste of time...
Gardeners had sheds. James could have slept in a shed.
As it was their garden was barren, open, and generally not a good place for camping.
Sadly though, these had not been criteria that James had considered when he and Lily had bought the house.
Yes, James had reached the point where he was beginning to question a lot of his actions ...
namely those actions earlier in the evening which had caused his wife to lock him out of the house
"For the last time, I don't want our friends coming here and thinking we live like pigs," Lily sighed explosively and stared witheringly at her husband, who that evening seemed to have taken it upon himself to act as an advert for the laziest man on the entire planet.
And he was grinning like the Cheshire bloody Cat. Although what he was grinning about Lily had no idea.
Said husband tipped her what he supposed to be a seductive wink and, with his next words, cheerfully signed his death warrant:
"You would be the prettiest pig I've ever seen,"
Lily dropped the pile of magazines that had been in her hand and stared at him. In the their glorious three months of marriage so far she had been learning to control her temper, but there were limits. Pig insults were new though, and Lily was fast coming to the conclusion that they were her limit.
James gulped. "We'd make pretty pigs?" ... "I'd make a pretty pig?" ... "I am a pig?"
Lily contemplated the truth in this statement – before deciding that the calm thing to do here would be to keep her mouth shut.
"So you mentioned tidying?" James asked at of a sudden – faux cheerful, unable to stomach her glares any longer.
"I'll just be in the kitchen while you find your happy place."
With that James left his wife fuming in the lounge, happy in the knowledge that due to a little thing called marriage vows she was stuck with him.
Yes, 'Games Night' was definitely going to be a riot.
With a small whimper at the wet ground below James lowered himself to lean against the fence, hoping against hope that kicking him out of their house was not Lily's way of attempting to become unstuck to him...
"You do realise, right, that for once this is not actually my fault?" A triumphant voice broke into James' reverie.
James replied peeved and not at all interested in being told the blindingly obvious: "Shut up, Sirius."
He bloody hated Games Night.
