"You going to tell me why you haven't responded to the invitation, Padfoot?"

"Mm? To what, exactly?"

"My wedding, you nimrod."

"Oh well, James. Since I'm the best man I sort of assumed the invite was just decoration or something."

"Well, Lily wants it all official."

"Pft, of course she does."

"Down, boy."

"…"

"So? You're coming, but are you bringing a date?"

"Er, no, James."

"No?"

"Well, I haven't had much time for socializing. Plus, I wouldn't want to bring anyone prettier than Lily."

"Ha! As if you could, Padfoot. But really, who are you going to dance with?"

"I've heard that I'm a lovely dancer, perhaps I'll work up the nerve to ask myself."

"Seriously, what about the mystery girl you were talking about a while back?"

"…what about them, Prongs?"

"Take her! Oh, or will she already be there?!? Is it Natasha? I knew she fancied you, Padfoot, and she's already in the wedding party! A best man and bridesmaid, absolutely perfect. Lily would love this shit. We ought to take you two on a double date—"

"Prongs…"

"Oh, come on. I won't embarrass you. No stories about that time you accidentally cast—"

"Stop, James. It isn't her."

"Then who?"

"Just forget it."

"Oh, have I struck gold here? It is someone in the wedding, isn't it Sirius?"

"You don't want to know."

"Ah-ha! But you are going to tell me."

"Just…someone."

"Care to share anymore helpful details?"

"Shorter than me…white…not ugly."

"Sounds like a keeper. Give me more to work with, mate. I am getting married and if you tell Lily I'll deny it, but come on! I need a little something, Padfoot."

"…you wouldn't find the details very appealing."

"And why's that?"

"Because, James, he isn't your type."

"…"

"So, er, no. I'm not bringing a date."

"Is it Remus?"

"Why—why would you think of him, James?"

"Just…is it Remus?"

"I'm not sure I should be the one to tell you that."

"Sp, I'm going to take that as a 'yes, James, I've been sneaking around with our mutual friend Remus.'"

"Well, yeah."

"I feel like I should have been told, Sirius."

"We didn't want to make a big deal."

"How long?"

"Come on, really? You really want to know, Prongs?"

"…"

"Fine, a little over a year."

"Bloody hell. How could I have missed this?"

"Well, you evidently didn't. You knew it was Remus."

"I suspected, I guess, but only because you said it was a bloke. You and he seem…close."

"We are."

"So…you're happy and everything?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I really am, James."

"Alright, enough with the sappy stuff. This doesn't mean you can't plan me a really brilliant stag night, right?"

I was bored and this popped out. For Natasha---who is having a rough time. Review and I'll be happy.