"Why would either of you think this was a good idea?"
Sirius scrunches his nose, then immediately winces while Remus answers on his behalf. "I was in the Hospital Wing, Peter was doing extra credit Herbology, and between those two there's not an ounce of impulse control."
James scowls, one hand guarding his ear. "Sirius said he knew what he was doing."
"You wanted to look like 'those blokes Evans and the girls goggle over in the mags' and I delivered."
"Did you?" James yelps, hands hovering in the air as if he's seriously considering strangling his best mate.
Lily places her fists on her hips, face pinched into an expression that brooks no argument. "Sirius, there's a reason there are professional piercers. And James you look fit enough without giving yourself tetanus."
"You think I'm - " James yelps halfway through the misguided flirtation as his palm brushed his swollen earlobe.
Peter sighs, upside down and halfway hung off the foot of his bed with a jelly slug clutched between his teeth. He tears a bite away and points the haif eaten slug in James's general direction. "The best part is that James let Sirius near him after they nearly botched Sirius's nostril with that gold ring."
James tosses a cushion with the expected acciracy and force, which leads to Peter landing on the floor in a mess of limbs, jelly slugs, and blankets. "The hell?!"
Sirius, meanwhile, is crawling toward Lily, grasping at the hem of her robes. "Please save my nose, Evans. It's too refined and aristocratic looking to die so young."
Remus rolls his eyes and disappears into the loo. "The sooner we fix them up the sooner the drama ends."
Lily shakes her robes free from Sirius's grasp and opens her potions stores, a small case with her favorite healing remedies. "I may ask McGonagall to transfer houses for Seventh Year."
"Nah, you won't Evans," Sirius waves her threat away.
James pulls the desk chair over and sits behind Lily. "It's true. You love us too much."