A/N: The Restricted Collection – prompt: No sentences longer than 10 words

To the guest reviewer a few chapters back: Thank you! That's so sweet. :) I thought I'd be super efficient by organising the A/N when I initially drafted this, but then I changed the chapter order and forgot to transfer this over.

Air rushed around them as they zoomed through the sky. Laughing, she ran a through her hair. The long red strands were whipping about behind her. Beside her, James dropped into a sudden freefall. He dropped a few feet before pulling up again. His proud grin reminded her of a puppy seeking praise.

"You're a prat," she accused him, affection lacing her voice.

Still beaming, he shot back, "But I'm your prat. Legally, now."

"Whatever was I thinking?" she teased. She raised her left hand to her forehead dramatically. Winking at him, she pretended to check for a fever. "I must be coming down with something. We need to turn back, James! I need to go to St Mungo's – immediately!"

"Very funny," he replied dryly.

Giggling, Lily let her hand fall back to her broom. As it swished down, something about it caught James' attention. His gaze honed in on it and his smile gentled.

"That suits you," he commented, nodding towards it. "You shouldn't take it off."

"I don't plan to." She nodded towards his corresponding hand. "And that suits you."

He actually preened, reminding her of his stag counterpart. "It does, doesn't it?"

"I've never felt this happy before," she admitted.

"And I don't think I've stopped smiling since we left."

"You haven't," she informed him. "I've noticed. How long until we get there, do you think?"

"Only a few minutes."

She smiled broadly at him. "Good." Glancing down, she admired the hand he'd been staring at.

Her wedding band shone like a beacon in the sun. It seemed to exude happiness, joy, and sacred promises. Just looking at it filled her with delight and anticipation. Like a ship headed for port, it drew her in. War might taint the coming years, but not that. It might kill them, but it wouldn't touch their love.

Excitement rushed through her. She couldn't imagine ever growing desensitised to the sight.

She was looking forward to testing that out.

Four and a half hours. I've been married for four and a half hours.

"Let's fly faster!"

James smirked at her. "Can't wait for the honeymoon?"

"No," she replied frankly. "I can't."

Almost in unison, they both leant forward on their brooms. Streamers and cans trailed behind them, clanging out a tune.

They flew for home.