Remus tucked in his bed, much like the way Lily tucked in her son, James left the room. Lily turned at the door, turning out the light.
"Nox," she whispered. "Goodnight my friend, pleasant dreams."
Walking down the stairs, Lily was greeted by a silent house. The hair on the back of her neck prickled slightly as she stood at the base of the stairs. The silence scared Lily. She knew Harry was asleep on the floor, but where was James?
"James," Lily called softly, moving to the living room. "James are you in here?" It was then that she heard two voices. One was most definitely James', the other was familiar, but no names was coming to mind.
"Sir, but why now? We've gone so long without the charm, we can wait a bit more, couldn't we?" James' voice held some sort of question Lily had never heard before. It made him sound almost scared for his life. He'd been saying 'we' though, what was going on?
"You love Miss Evens, don't you?"
"We are married Professor," James sighed. "Her name is Mrs. Lily Amanda Potter, please call her so."
"You and your father - " the second voice hissed, only to be cut off by James.
"Is there a real reason you contacted us tonight Professor Rookwood," James asked coolly. "Rather then to just disturb us and our sleeping company?"
"I don't like your attitude Potter."
"Too bad you can't do anything about it now, isn't it?"
Silence followed, Lily chuckling softly to herself in the hall.
"Dumbledore wanted to see you and Miss Potter tomorrow, about dinnertime."
"Did he say about what?"
"It's your place to be nosy Potter, not mine."
Lily stepped into the living room at this time, and possibly for the best as well. James looked ready to kill the aging Professor while Professor Rookwood was safe from James' attempts if any were made. Fire communication, a good and bad thing all in one.
"Ahh, Miss Potter, we were just speaking of you," Rookwood feigned a smile .
"I'm sure you were," Lily replied with a smirk. Coming to James' right side, she smiled up to him, taking his hand in hers. "Thank you for passing on the information Professor, we'll be there."
Not another word was exchanged between the Professor and his former students before the connections were broken.
"What's going on," Lily asked James with a child-like look on her face. Both adults erupted into chuckles and laughs.
"I love you," James whispered, gathering Lily in his arms.
"I love you too, but I don't know what's going on still," Lily chuckled.
"All you need to know is that Dumbledore wants to see us."
