Jily / Marauders : "Midnight, on the bridge. Come alone."

Sirius rubbed the small piece of parchment between his thumb and fingers. He'd found it earlier that day, stuffed into the pocket of his jacket. He studied the black ribbons of ink carefully scrawled on to it.

"Midnight. On the bridge. Come alone."

He didn't recolonize the handwriting. But then, the author probably hadn't used their own penmanship. "Who do you think left it?" he asked. Hames sighed.

"I don't know, Pads. I didn't know the last three times you asked, I don't know now."

"But what do you think they want?"

James slammed his book shut. One of the few times he'd actually decided to study, and on a Saturday at that, and of course Sirius wouldn't let up. "Oh, i don't know. Maybe…maybe they're trying to trick you! Yeah, they'll get you out to the bridge all alone and call ol' Minnie on you. Get you loads of detention."

Sirius rolled his eyes at James' theatrics. "Come on, I -"

"Or maybe -" James exclaimed, ignoring Sirius, "They'll get you out there, knock you clean out, and lop off all of that beautiful hair of yours!"

Sirius' hand went to his hair, tied in a bun at the nape of his neck before he realized how ridiculous James sounded. "Oh, just go back to your books."

That night, under the guise of his animal form, Sirius sneaked out of the Gryffindor tower. Wary that it might very well be a trap, he took the long way around, turning down side hallways and cutting through unused classrooms. On the first floor he was forced to briefly change back into his human form to get through a side door. Once outside, though, and back on all fours, he broke into a full sprint toward the covered bridge at the edge of the property. As he neared it he slowed and took a few moments to spy on the figure waiting on him. Half hidden in the shadows, they kept looking around and pacing from side to side.

Back on two legs, he neared the figure. The wood under his foot creaked and the figure quickly turned, the hood of their robe falling to their shoulder. Red hair gleamed in the moon light.

"Evans?"

"What are you doing here?!" she demanded, stepping close enough to shove his shoulder. Sirius pulled the note out of his pocket and Lily sighed. Sirius smiled, taking the steps to circle her.

"You know if you wanted a snog, Evans, all you had to do was ask."

Lily huffed and snatched the paper from his hands. "You blockhead! This was for James! How did you get it?"

"What do you mean how'd I get it? You put it in my jacket pocket- just before lunch I believe. And what were you planning on doing with James out here, anyway?"

Lily let out an aggravated growl and ignored his question. "No, I put it in James' coat. He left it lying -" Sirius cut her off with a laugh.

"Honey, I took his jacket this morning. Remus has mine so…" he dropped off and just smiled at his friend.

"I knew this was a bad idea. Look just - don't say anything to him, all right? I have some things to rethink."

"But Lily, how -"

"Please, Sirius, don't tell anyone about this."

Sirius nodded, already coming up with a fantastical story to tell.