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Much Advice for James Potter about Lily Evans:
From Sirius Black
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"I'll have you know, mate, the best thing for you to do is just spike her butter beer and she will be yours for the taking," Sirius suggested, leaning haphazardly against the door frame to the bathroom.
James choked on his toothpaste, spluttering and spraying all over the vicinity of the bathroom. He turned, staring stupidly at Sirius. "Chum again?"
Sirius just laughed, responding teasingly, "You look like a rabid dog, Jamesies! Very fetching. Those birds will be flocking all over you!"
James wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and gave Sirius a stern look.
"Honestly, are you serious?" he groaned, realizing too late the unintended pun.
"Of course I'm Sirius! You should my name by now, mate!" Sirius joked.
Shaking his head, he turned his back to Sirius to finish brushing his teeth.
"Come on James, she's just a bird, right?" Sirius asked, somewhat skeptically, as he moved over and leaned against the counter look more closely at James.
James groaned again before spitting into the sink and rinsing his toothbrush off.
"No, Sirius, she isn't just a bird. She isn't just any bird at all! She is Lily bloody Evans!" James exclaimed.
"Even more of a reason to just get it over with on the first date! Then the whole school will know—" Sirius began before James cut him off.
"No. It's not going to be like that. I'm going to marry Lily. I'll be damned if I think I'm going to ruin my chances with her over something so petty," James finished, running a hand through his hair as he stalked out of the bathroom.
"You are serious about her, aren't you mate?" Sirius asked, trailing after James with a concerned look.
"Of course! Why else would I have spent five years chasing after her?" he responded, thinking it was rather obvious.
"Well Jamie… Here's some advice: Just don't screw up!" Sirius advised, grinning cheekily, "I'd hate see how bad she would hex you if you mess up, given the hexes she has already thrown at you just for being an arrogant prat."
James responded dryly, "Thanks, Sirius. Way to stay positive. That makes me feel much better."
"Anytime, I'm here for you, Jamie!" he exclaimed, wrapping his arms around James in an embrace.
Oh, lovely. Wonderful advice. Lily Evans—Psychotic Girlfriend, Beware of Flying Hexes at Random. Hopefully that won't be the case. She has yet to hex him this year! Perhaps its luck on his side for once!
A/N: I feel like I rushed this and that it sounds too forced, I'm not particularly satisfied with it. I might go back and tweak it a bit later. Any advice on what would make it better? Aside from length ;P! I tried to make it longer, I just.. yeah. Easier said than done. Enjoy!