A/N: James, Lily, and the gang go camping.


"We need kindling."

"Kindling?"

James frowned at the large log he'd tossed in the pit. Lily glanced over at the adjacent campsite. Sirius had half a tree, green leaves and all, under his arm.

"Sticks, leaves," she said. "A log won't light on its own."

"Shit."

Wandless (it was a 'muggle-style' competition), they ventured into the trees. Lily scooped up crunchy leaves. James kicked a root and swore.

"Oi," she said.

"Oi yourself."

"We'll win," she said, smiling at him. "Look."

Sirius' satin robes had caught fire. Peter used five wands to put it out.

"Idiot," James grinned, kissing her.