Smokes - Remus/Sirius

Remus smoked.

A lot, actually.

He could choke down a pack a day if you let him.

We – of course – did not.

If he could though – sneak a smoke in that is – he would sneak away ever 45 minuets out to the Quidditch shed out in the back and smoke. We have, in tern, become distractions – not that James and I had to work any harder at being distractions, but we tried more. Classes' aloe helped to keep him from smoking, but on the weekends – that was another story.

Peter is sent out weekly to get a new book form Hogsmade.

James goes on chocolate and food runs on Wednesdays and Sundays.

It helps, but not by much. Without me, Remus would smoke a lot more.

What do I do? Heh, I put my big mouth to good use.


Candles - Lily/James

Lily like candles.

James didn't know why. Most of them smelled of flower's or food's or other randomly created scents. You had to actually light the candles - it was easy with a wand, but when running around frantically trying to create a romantic atmosphere your wand isn't always in your hand. She loved to buy them thought. In every color, in every sent, and they were put in ever room - nothing was spared.

The bathroom smelled like 'The Ocean Breeze' - to James it smelt like soap and fungus and flowers. Their bedroom smelt like 'Midnight Rain' - to James thought, it smelled like lavender and peppers' were mashed together. There kitchen was 'Cranberry Roses' - which was obscene and made James sneeze and want to shove something up his nose.

Lily had them lit almost 24-7. She love the scents of the rooms - changing them with the seasons. Christmas smelt like 'Christmas'...or what Lily wanted Christmas to resemble. There was Halloween, and spring, and summer, and she even changed it when it rained.

So, then day that James decided that he would ask her to marry him, he used candles.

458 candles. On the pond in the back of the house.

He always remember how Lily cried.


The Dress - James/Lily

Lily looked repulsive in colors.

James tried to complement her on the red dress, pink skirts, white tops, but when it came down to it – she looked hideous. And it seamed that with every mismatches, ungodly outfit, James would start to think that they're compatibility wasn't much of a match either. James – unlike Lily – looked wondrous in anything.

Though every once in a while, Lily would find a gem. A deep navy tank top or an emerald pullover. Then, James would think, she looks radiant. And James' faith would be renewed.

Lily knew it herself too, about the colors and their relationship. She took to wearing either white, or blue, or green – complementary colors for her eyes and hair. She tried to hold tight to James, to make their relationship, but like her and colors they normally didn't agree.

So on the night James would – after vomiting at least twice – ask her to marry him, when she walked out of her house wearing a deep red dress that matched her hair and make her eyes shine, that make her skin a light cream and brought out all the small freckles over her nose, that made his swoon on the spot and feel like her was in 4th year and had just seen her actually smile at him from across the room, all of his doubts were erased. Things would be fine.

After all, if she could find a red dress that made her shine for him, then maybe – just maybe – they could manage to live together after all.