Pheonix
Christmas Eve, 1978, Order of the Pheonix Headquarters
"James, Lily, come here and help me get Marlene to try some of the firewhiskey! Can you believe she's never tried it…?"
A dark haired man shook his head disbelievingly at the pretty young woman next to him, as she elbowed him playfully.
"Pads, mate, it's no use. That girl's a saint…"
Another man, his black hair considerably messier than the other's, hurried over, his arm around his red headed girlfriend and two bottles of butterbeer in his other hand.
"Cheers," he tossed one bottle to Marlene, and took a sip of his own, "And Merry Christmas."
"T'would be merrier if Marlene here would try some firewhiskey."
"Shut up," she laughed.
"Time for picture taking, people!" Hagrid's voice sounded throughout the room.
"C'mon," James nudged Lily, and they made their way to the center of the room, where the rest of the Order were already lining up, Sirius and Marlene behind them.
"That's Marlene McKinnon, she was killed two weeks after this was taken…" She never did get the chance to try firewhiskey.
A/N;; And on that depressing note, this fic is officially done! A late Merry Christmas to you all, and happy New Year! Thank you to all of view who've reviewed and read this for the past month, I hope you've enjoyed it!
--Chris