The Pen.
Words: 335
Couple: Lily Evans and James Potter.
Book: Harry Potter.
Generation: The Marauder's Era.
Disclaimer: All characters you recognize do not belong to me. The prompt was found on Tumblr.
AU.

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4th of December (Sixth Year)

It comes to Sirius Black's attention, sometime at the beginning of December, that there something odd going on with James Potter. Of course, he could always argue that there had always been something odd about his best friend. It was either his infatuation with Lily Evans or his fascination with constantly running his fingers through his hair. But now, it was the strange contraption between his teeth while reading on Quidditch plays.

The object was black, long and cylindrical, a metal tip at the end that James Potter held between his fingers. Every once in a while Sirius would watch him put it to the page of the book and make a motion as though he was writing something.

Without hesitation, Sirius leans across the couch and pulls the book down flat, "What's that?"
"What's what?"
"That."
"This?" James holds the offending object up.
"Yes, that."
"Oh it's a pen."
"A pen?"
"A pen."
"What in Merlin's baggy underpants is a pen?"

There's a cough from behind him and Sirius turns to look at Remus in confusion.

"It's a muggle writing tool, ink is inside instead of in a pot," the prefect explains without looking up from his own book, "And I'm guessing it's Lily's."
Turning back to his friend, there is a smirk on his face as he says, "Lily's? Really?"
"Yes Sirius, Lily's. I had it from before she left, sort of forgot to give it back to her," James shrugs.
"And you didn't give it back to her when she came back?"
"No, I've just been-"
"Confessing your undying love for Lily to it?"
"-busy. I'm been busy."

With a chuckle, Sirius moves back to his original seating position, watches his friend check his watch, the smirk still on his face. When James announces he has a meeting with McGonagall and leaves, Sirius slowly turns to Remus Lupin and waits for him to say something.

"Yes Sirius?"
"How does it work?"
Remus sighs, closing his book, "How does what work?"
"The pen!"

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Late, but blame work and the need for sleep.

Happy Valentine's Day losers, mwah.

Thank you!

All mistakes are mine.

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