1"What do I need to wear?" James bellowed across the house from his point in front of the large closet.

James had just gotten out of the shower, and figured Lily would be in the front of the house somewhere, cleaning or something.

"You don't have to shout!" Lily snapped at him shortly, stepping out of her own large closet on the other side of the room. Her ears were ringing from his loud volume.

"Sorry," James apologized, advancing towards his wife, "didn't see you. You look great."

Lily was decked out in a calf length black dress with no back. She wore very tall heels with straps up her shins. Her hair was up, and curly wisps were everywhere. She also sported her elaborate wedding ring, the one she was too shy to regularly wear and incredibly afraid of losing. It was a Potter family heirloom.

James was practically drooling.

She sidestepped James in obvious exasperation and strode over to his closet. After careful consideration, she selected a deep burgundy shirt, a black tie and gray pants.

She deliberately exited the closet and placed the items on the bed. She then went back to preparing herself.

He shamelessly stripped and dressed in the clothes she'd picked for him.

"What's going on?" James quietly whispered into her ear, entwining his arms around her waist as she was trying to put earrings in.

"Listen, James," she calmly addressed him, "You know that I love you, and that isn't going to change. But sometimes I need space. Tonight at the party, I want you glued to my side. But right now, why don't you go read a book or something?"

He turned abruptly and left, muttering to himself "...seven years of school...never voluntarily read...ignored me...hated me..."