Disclaimer: I don't really own these. The fic was inspired by an Oscar Wilde quote.
Lily hummed to herself, a Muggle folk song she had heard playing in one of the local shops, as she explored the new kitchen. She unboxed the glossy wedding china and the new silver, tucking them lovingly away. Pots and pans filled the cupboards, and were soon crowded by mixing bowls, cake tins, and things she weren't even sure would work in this new house, it was so deeply infused with magic. But her mother had to have her school friends there, and none of them knew that she wasn't just an average beginning homemaker.
When she found the box of leftover cake, she decided perhaps it was time for a rest. "James?" she called out. "James?"
She heard the mumble of an answer, and went to search him out. He was leaning over a box in their bedroom, but stood up as he heard her speak to him. "James, I just ran across the box of leftover cake. Come have a slice with - what in Merlin's name is that?"
He moved the article in his hands behind his back. "What's what? I don't see anything unusual, Lils."
She held her hand out expectantly. His arms crept forwards, and she grabbed the slender object from his hand. "'Broom Babes' 1980 edition? You brought a pinup calendar?"
"It's not my- I mean, of course it's- it was all Sirius's fault!"
"I can't believe you, James Potter. I can't believe I thought you'd grown up. Either that thing goes or I do."
James stood, staring at a space between Lily and the calendar in her hand. His mouth kept making false starts, but no words came out.
"Goodbye, James," Lily intoned, and he barely registered the popping sound in the hallway as she Disapparated.
A/N: Thanks, folks. Hope you liked it. I'll try to better about updating things these next few weeks, now that my schedule has settled things should be a little easier.