The train from Hogwarts was almost to King's Cross Station, and James
was looking very perturbed. He had been in a bad mood ever since they had
left the school, and Sirius seemed to have had about enough.
"Look, James, what is with you? Are you still mad because of what I said about your mom, because I was just joking, ok?"
"No, it's not that. I'm just so frustrated...why can't Lily just talk to me? Do I have leprosy or something?"
"I think it's just acne." Peter volunteered.
"Shut up," James retorted, and the group sank back into gloomy silence for a few moments, until James leapt up impatiently and cried, "I'm going to do something I've been wanting to do for a long time!".
Sirius and Peter looked mildly interested as they followed James into the next compartment, but Remus just silently shook his head. There sat Lily Evans and a large harem of her friends, chatting innocently when James burst in.
James dropped to one knee in front of Lily, and solemnly requested, "Lily Evans, most beautiful and wonderful, will you do me the honor of being my wife?"
Lily was silent for a moment before answering, "Well, I would, but, you see, your last name begins with a P."
"Um...and?"
"Well, you see, I already have all my things monogrammed," and she pointed to the "LE" embroidered into her pink sweater.
"Oh, yes, I see," James said, downcast, "Ok, then, I understand. Wait, if you won't be my wife, will you at least be my mistress?"
"Um, James, I think we better leave before you get hurt," Remus cut in, steering James back into their compartment.
"Well," Sirius said brightly, "That went well. There's always next week, though, Prongs."
"Yeah, maybe I'll have some "LJ" stuff printed up by then..."
"So," Remus cut in, "we're scheduled to get back into London in about fifteen minutes, and my parents are picking us up. We're flooing over to the Wizard Embassy in Toronto this evening, so don't unpack at my house or anything."
"I need to unpack a few things, though," Sirius said.
"What?" Remus asked, exasperated.
"Well, Karl, for one thing. He's been in that bag all morning. He needs to breathe."
"Padfoot, I'm sure your rubber ducky will be alright for one afternoon, please. Work with me here!"
"Moony, you're such a bitch sometimes."
A/N: How long can we drag it out before we actually get to Canada? Probably for awhile. But we'll try to spare you. Ummm we saw monogrammed stuff at Dillard's the other day and were inspired. What a dumb trend. Pshhhhhhhhhhhhh.
"Look, James, what is with you? Are you still mad because of what I said about your mom, because I was just joking, ok?"
"No, it's not that. I'm just so frustrated...why can't Lily just talk to me? Do I have leprosy or something?"
"I think it's just acne." Peter volunteered.
"Shut up," James retorted, and the group sank back into gloomy silence for a few moments, until James leapt up impatiently and cried, "I'm going to do something I've been wanting to do for a long time!".
Sirius and Peter looked mildly interested as they followed James into the next compartment, but Remus just silently shook his head. There sat Lily Evans and a large harem of her friends, chatting innocently when James burst in.
James dropped to one knee in front of Lily, and solemnly requested, "Lily Evans, most beautiful and wonderful, will you do me the honor of being my wife?"
Lily was silent for a moment before answering, "Well, I would, but, you see, your last name begins with a P."
"Um...and?"
"Well, you see, I already have all my things monogrammed," and she pointed to the "LE" embroidered into her pink sweater.
"Oh, yes, I see," James said, downcast, "Ok, then, I understand. Wait, if you won't be my wife, will you at least be my mistress?"
"Um, James, I think we better leave before you get hurt," Remus cut in, steering James back into their compartment.
"Well," Sirius said brightly, "That went well. There's always next week, though, Prongs."
"Yeah, maybe I'll have some "LJ" stuff printed up by then..."
"So," Remus cut in, "we're scheduled to get back into London in about fifteen minutes, and my parents are picking us up. We're flooing over to the Wizard Embassy in Toronto this evening, so don't unpack at my house or anything."
"I need to unpack a few things, though," Sirius said.
"What?" Remus asked, exasperated.
"Well, Karl, for one thing. He's been in that bag all morning. He needs to breathe."
"Padfoot, I'm sure your rubber ducky will be alright for one afternoon, please. Work with me here!"
"Moony, you're such a bitch sometimes."
A/N: How long can we drag it out before we actually get to Canada? Probably for awhile. But we'll try to spare you. Ummm we saw monogrammed stuff at Dillard's the other day and were inspired. What a dumb trend. Pshhhhhhhhhhhhh.