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Hogwarts: Ravenclaw, Ancient Studies Task #1: Write about moving house.
Content Warnings: NA
For The Reveal
The way that they got here was this: Lily casually told James that she was going to help Marlene and Dorcas move to their new place and James said that absolutely no she wasn't because she was far too pregnant to even look at a box. So instead James said that he would do it, and because James signed himself up he signed up the rest of them by default.
So, the four of them Apparated by the apartment building just as Dorcas pulled up in the Muggle pick-up truck she'd rented. Marlene jumped out of the passenger side, smoothed down her skirt, and stomped out the butt of her cigarette with the heel of her boot before offering them a smile.
"We got everything to fit in one truckload, but the boxes and bags all have extension charms on them so mind your backs, boys."
Sirius muttered something about how if they'd really cast good charms, it'd all be in one box only and Peter shushed him.
"Be nice," Peter said. "Lily said that there's a Muggle moving tradition where the people moving buy pizza for the movers."
"We're not doing that," Dorcas clarified in her usual flat voice as she rolled up the sleeves of her flannel and pulled down the truck's tailgate.
They loaded up their first armful of bags and boxes, and Sirius volunteered himself to sit in the back to make sure no one stole the truck.
"Tool," James muttered under his breath.
"Should've thought faster, Prongs," Sirius shrugged, laying back against a pile of duffel bags and checking the smooth black polish on his nails for any imperfections.
Marlene led the way up five storeys of concrete stairs that reeked of piss. She fished her keys out of her bra and unlocked the flat's front door.
"Where do you want everything, McKinnon?" James asked, eager to finish so he could get back to Lily. Of course, she was more than capable of staying at home along for a few hours, baking the blue chocolate chip cookies she was mysteriously craving and reading her book—but she was very pregnant. It was concerning to James.
"Bags in the bedroom, everything else in the living room," Marlene called.
"Which bedroom?" James asked.
Marlene scoffed and patted his shoulder.
"Good one, Potter," she said before disappearing back down the pissy stairs.
James frowned. "Seriously though, which…"
"Umm, James?" Remus said. "This is a one-bedroom flat."
His eyes widened as he looked around and realized that Remus was right. He did the math in his head (two people, one bedroom, one bed...) and almost dropped the box.
"What?" Peter asked. "Why'd they only get a flat with one bedroom?"
"Merlin's fucking beard," James said, jaw dropping. He turned to Remus. "Did you know about this?"
"No! Did you know?" Remus asked.
"Know what?" Peter asked, eyes flitting back and forth between the two of them.
"Did Lily not mention it?" Remus asked. "Lily has to know."
"Know what?"
"Lesbianism, Peter." James said. He heard grumbling in the hall and there was Sirius in the door. One of the girls had kicked him out of the truck and forced him to contribute, but he'd made a point of carrying the smallest bag possible up the stairs out of pure spite and drama.
"Oy," James said. "Padfoot. Did you know about Marlene and Dorcas?"
"What about them?"
"Lesbians," Peter whispered.
"Oh," Sirius said. "Well shit, who didn't? Have you looked at either of them recently? Merlin's tit, boys." He paused and looked at the others. "Did you all not know?"
"No," Remus said. "How long have they been together?"
"Shit, I don't know. Maybe sixth year," Sirius said. "No, seventh. Yeah, seventh, because they got drunk at that Halloween party we had under the Quidditch bleachers."
"And you didn't think to mention that?" James asked.
"I thought it was pretty obvious," Sirius said. "None of you got it? James, you're straight as a broomstick, so fair enough, but you Remus?"
"I don't go around thinking about peoples' sexualities," Remus said defensively.
"You tool," James said, shaking his head at Sirius. "What's the point of you if you aren't going to—"
James shut up as Marlene and Dorcas came back into the flat, loaded with more boxes. Marlene's smile was especially malicious given the deep, purple lipstick she was wearing and her eyes glinted when she put down her box and took off her sunglasses. Dorcas looked at them one by one.
"Congratulations," Peter said meekly.
"For what?" Dorcas asked flatly.
Peter balked.
"For… being lesbians," he said quietly, looking at his floor.
"I'm bisexual," Dorcas said just as flatly.
Peter looked like he might turn into a rat and scurry away as fast as possible, which only made Marlene burst out into laughter. She wound her hand in the front of Dorcas' t-shirt and pulled her down to kiss her.
"I told you the reveal would be so, so sweet, love," Marlene said.
"You were right," Dorcas said with a grin. "It was totally worth swearing Evans to secrecy."
"Son of a bitch," James said softly.
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