Lily sat on James's four-poster bed, nervously twisting her ring around her finger.
James walked in, still dressed in his Quidditch things and carrying his broom.
"Hi?" he said, looking slightly nervous.
"James, I really need to talk to you," Lily said quietly.
James sat down beside her, "Lily, if it's about the ring, I'm really sorry, I -"
Lily smiled slightly, "I said yes, didn't I?"
"Well, yeah."
"What I wanted to talk to you about is the fact that over the summer I need to meet your parents."
James laughed slightly, "What? Why? They'll love you!"
"But – but I'm a muggleborn and you're a pureblood"
"Doesn't matter"
"But you're rich and I'm, well, not as rich"
"Doesn't matter"
"James," Lily looked at him seriously, "We're getting married right out of school"
"What? No, we'll wait a few years"
"Yeah. Right," Lily looked at him, faintly amused, "But they might have certain ideas about marriage and whatnot"
"Doesn't matter"
"Doesn't matter? What, we're going to elope if they don't approve?" Lily asked incredulously.
"Lily, I've told you time and time again, it doesn't matter what my parents think, because I love you, and I will never lose you."
Lily kissed him gently, "Now go shower, you smell disgusting."
"Hey!"