two—carols
Someone sat down on the sofa next to Lily and she looked up from the book she was reading. It was Potter, and he was soaking wet.
"What?"
"Nothing," he answered grumpily, not even in that tone that suggested that he wanted her to continue asking—it was that one he usually used when answering her.
"Yeah, sure. What's happened?"
"I said nothing."
Now Lily was more than curious. She sat up straight. "Just say it."
"Carols."
"…that makes no sense at all."
"Did I say it would?" Finally he averted his eyes from the floor and looked at Lily, as she didn't say anything, and he opened his mouth again. "Sirius had the brilliant idea that we should go caroling in Hogsmeade."
"And?"
Potter breathed in. "…and it wasn't very appreciated. So Remus got pissed off with Sirius and shoved him down in a pile of snow, and Peter tried to stop him, and soon we all lay in the snow trying to strangle each other."
Lily tried to suppress the giggle that was about to break free, but she mustn't have succeeded very well, as it looked as though Potter was going to say something for just a second. Then the moment was gone and he looked down again and rose. "Never mind—goodnight, Evans."
He walked up the stairs and Lily wondered if it had been such a good idea staying at Hogwarts this Christmas, considering she had yesterday kissed Potter and today…yeah, what had she done really?
It was bound to be something, because the book in her lap never recaptured her attention that night.
