Disclaimer: Characters and settings are property of J.K. Rowling. What you don't recognize is mine. And I wish I owned the Marauders (specifically Sirius and Remus) but most unfortunately, I do not.

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James watched as the emerald-and-yellow figure and the blue-and-gold figure made their way to a formidable-looking witch in stately navy blue robes. She lowered her snowy white mask to peer at the two girls, and James saw the girls push their masks up on their foreheads. He saw Janine curtsy, and Lily try to imitate a curtsy. She wobbled; he laughed to himself.

"What's so funny?" Sirius appeared at his side, pulling his collar a bit higher (possibly to hide marks, but James didn't know).

"Lily. She can't curtsy at all."

"And that's funny because…?"

"Never mind." James cocked his head. "What d'you suppose they're talking about?"

"I dunno. Never met Janine's grandmother."

"Which reminds me. You and Janine, eh?"

"Yep."

"So you're the one she's been disappearing off to snog… never would've guessed it."

"Bit surprising, yeah? But she's not always coming to see me. I figure there's another bloke she wanders off with, but I'm not particularly upset."

"Why?"

"Because we agreed. 'No strings attached.' Basically, I'm free to snog anybody I want." He grinned at James. "But I don't think I can fit you into my schedule; sorry." James ignored that comment.

"I just have to ask. How?"

"How what?"

"How? As in, how did you guys get together?"

"It's a bit of a stupid story, really…" Sirius snatched a champagne glass and downed it in one gulp. "This is good stuff. Even though it's pink."

"Get on with it!" said James impatiently.

"Right, right. So after my suspension, yeah? I come back, and… well, I've felt pretty damn bad about the whole… well, you know, incident." James nodded. "I found Janine in the halls one night – I promised not to rat on her and all, and I think I was quite nice – and she just sort of glared at me. I felt really bad then, and dragged her into a nearby classroom and told her to hit me."

"What?"

"Yeah, sounds stupid in retrospect, I guess, but it seemed like a good idea at the time. I said that I didn't want her to go around being extra venomous towards me, because it'd raise suspicions, so I told her to vent her anger and punch me in the face. She kind of stared at me, and I told her I was completely serious – no pun intended."

"And she was so touched by your… I don't know what the quality's called, but whatever it is, she was touched by it, and she threw her arms around you, you kissed, end of story?"

"Er… no."

"So what happened, then?"

"Well, she kept on staring at me, and I was just about to give up, when next thing you know – Smack! She punched me in the nose." He rubbed his nose in remembrance. "Then she proceeded to beat me up – did a pretty thorough job of it, too. Of course, it helped that I didn't fight back."

"You're joking, surely."

"Actually, no. After I was all bloody and bruised, and she was worn out, she kind of sat next to me on the floor, said thanks, and then helped me up. We did some bandaging, sat there for half an hour so we could fabricate a story about why I looked like such crap, and then we were going to leave, and, well, I kissed her."

"And?"

"She let me. It took us a full hour to get up one floor – we kept finding empty classrooms and broom closets you know… anyway, we walked into the common room at about three in the morning, and Marlene McKinnon was waiting for us. Knows some good healing charms, that girl. We made her swear not to tell, and, well… I guess she didn't."

"You got together because she hit you." James looked amused. "That's original."

"Isn't it, though?" Sirius grinned. "Let's sneak a bit closer and see what the grandmother is up to."

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Meanwhile

"So, you're Lily, are you?" Mrs. Morgan's eyes were a sharp blue, and she looked Lily up and down critically.

"Yeah." Janine stepped on her foot, hard. "I mean, yes."

"Hmph. What's your surname, girl?"

Lily swallowed. "Evans."

Mrs. Morgan frowned. "Evans," she repeated, and her eyes flicked to Janine before going back to Lily. "I have never heard of that surname. Is your family English?"

"Yes, they are," said Lily quietly. "But we're Muggleborns, you see, so I doubt you'd have heard of us before."

Mrs. Morgan had suddenly seemed to get a pinched look about her face, but she nodded stiffly. "I see."

Lily clenched her hands into fists, but said nothing. Mrs. Morgan whirled on Janine. "She's a friend of mine," said Janine with a glower. "In Gryffindor," she added, in a loud voice. "Like all my other friends. Like me. You know?"

Her grandmother's lips curled. "A Gryffindor." Her voice was cold. "What a shame." Lily wanted very much to ask what that was supposed to mean, but someone interrupted them first.

"Excuse me…" They all turned, and saw a young man standing there. He was dressed entirely in black, from his hair, to his mask, to his shoes. "Might I have this dance?" he inquired, holding a hand out to Janine.

She paused, staring at him, and Mrs. Morgan said haughtily, "If you haven't noticed, we're in the middle of a conversation, boy, and it's rude to interrupt. Take off your mask." He did; Lily gasped. It was Snape.

He actually looked quite good, when she thought about it. His hair was pulled into a short ponytail at the back of his neck, and his eyes were a deeper than she'd imagined – black, like bottomless pits. But they held no warmth; Lily shivered. He turned those eyes on her, and then they flicked back to Janine and rested on her.

"A Snape," said Mrs. Morgan imperiously, although she was smiling. "Now this is a young man of caliber. Go dance with him, Janine. Leave me with your darling friend, Lily."

Janine looked like she very much did not want to do that, but she took Snape's hand and he led her away. The moment they were far enough away that they couldn't be heard, she leaned over and hissed something in his ear. He winced, and nodded.

Lily wished she could hear them, but she needed all her concentration focused on the stern old lady before her. "So," said Mrs. Morgan in an icy voice. "You are a Muggleborn, and you are a Gryffindor. I must admit that I am quite… surprised."

"Might I inquire why?" Lily was proud of herself for that statement. It sounded just a bit polite, just a bit curious, and just a bit – a very little bit – sarcastic. Perfect.

Mrs. Morgan didn't think so. "I had rather hoped that she'd make friends with our kind," she said stiffly, and then changed tactics at once. "I understand you are quite clever."

Lily wished she were wearing jeans, so that she could stuff her hands in her pockets. They had grown cold, very suddenly. "I suppose you might say that."

"Then why aren't you in Ravenclaw?"

"The Sorting Hat told me I was too opinionated to be in Ravenclaw, and was better off in Gryffindor."

Mrs. Morgan's nostrils flared. "Opinionated." Lily grit her teeth. Janine's grandmother seemed to have a penchant for repeating what people said, but she somehow managed to make it sound insulting.

"That's right," said Lily, no longer bothering to be polite. Her mother had always taught her to respect her elders, but this was taking it a bit far. "I'm very opinionated."

"I see."

STOP SAYING THAT! Lily thought angrily. She crossed her arms over her chest. Mrs. Morgan's eyes narrowed at the gesture, but she said nothing. "Well," she said at last. "I'm afraid it is my duty to inform you that-"

"Hello, Mrs. Morgan." Never before had Lily been grateful for James Potter and Sirius Black's presence. (She recognized James by his outfit and figured that the other dark-haired boy had to be Sirius). In fact, she never would have thought she ever would be, but miracles were known to happen in the magical world. James gave Janine's grandmother his most charming smile, which she rather stiffly returned. "My friend Sirius here would very much like to ask Lily to dance. Would you mind?"

"Not at all, James." Her eyes rested on Sirius, and she questioned, "Are you, by any chance, the Sirius that Orion Black told me about when I met him in Diagon Alley?"

"Yes." Sirius's answer was terse – Lily was feeling quite gleeful. It was perfect. It appeared, by the way Mrs. Morgan sniffed snobbishly, that she didn't think much of Sirius, either. Lily suddenly liked him more. Sirius offered her his hand, and she quickly took it, remembering to dip into a lopsided curtsy before doing so. Mrs. Morgan scowled as James hid his sniggers behind his hand. Sirius whisked her off.

He gave her a friendly smile when they were far enough away. "You looked like you needed saving," he explained. "We were planning to stand off to the side and eavesdrop, but when she started off with 'I'm afraid it's my duty to inform you,' we decided it was time to intervene."

"Thank you," she replied honestly. Then her smile turned wry. "This is a one-time thing, Black. You're not allowed to go off saving me all the time like that, or I might just end up owing you something."

Sirius grinned. "You could kiss James, if you really want to make it up."

Lily's smile dropped off her face. "What are you, his personal promoter?" she asked acidly. "It figures that he'd send you out here to try and make him look good for me."

"I'm not trying to make him look good!"

"Yes, you are. And it's not working, by the way."

"I'm not trying to! I was just commenting. He didn't even send me out here." He grinned. "He just made me go because he said he'd already had his dance." I knew it was him! Lily thought triumphantly, although she wasn't particularly sure what she was so triumphant about.

Suddenly, Sirius's eyes blazed. "I must be seeing things."

Lily quickly spun him around (out of time to the music), and glanced over his shoulder. Janine and Snape were dancing – perhaps a bit closer than was necessary – and were talking. She was smiling and nodding her head; Snape was giving her a tiny smile in surprise. Lily's eyebrows shot up. He actually looks handsome when he smiles!

Sirius was making a low growling noise in his throat. Lily glanced at him. "What's the matter with you?"

"She's dancing with Snape!" he ground out. "Of all the bloody people… I knew she was snogging someone else, but I never expected him…"

"What d'you mean, snogging someone else?" Sirius stared at her. It took Lily almost two full minutes to realize what he was insinuating. "Wait a second! You and her?" She turned to stare at Janine. "Bloody hell… that was the last thing I expected…"

"She didn't tell you?" he asked, as the next song started. It was much slower than the last, and Sirius's hands slipped around her waist. Lily felt herself growing flushed in the cheeks at the proximity, but she didn't pull away. She was too curious to move.

"No, she didn't. How long has this been going on?"

"Just over a month."

Over a month… "Since the incident with Remus, Snape, and the Whomping Willow?" He nodded stiffly. "How?"

He laughed shortly. "Funny, that's what James asked. It's a bit of a stupid story, really… you probably don't want to hear it…"

"Actually, I do."

He made a face. "Fine, then." He ducked his head to whisper in her ear, and Lily felt herself growing even hotter, all the more acutely aware of their uncomfortably close proximity. Lily only half-listened as he told her the story, and she was part relieved and part disappointed when he pulled back. Over his shoulder, Lily saw Janine dancing with James. James was keeping a close (and slightly irritated) eye on his best friend and crush. "And that's how it happened." Sirius's voice drew her from her mind.

Sirius was still very close, and she could see how clear his gray eyes were. She'd heard girls swoon about his rugged good looks, of course, but she'd never observed closely enough to notice how right they were. Do not kiss him. He is snogging and/or dating Janine, who is your best friend. His best friend has a crush on you. Do not kiss him. Do not kiss him…

She kissed him.

It was not, by any account, Lily's first kiss. She'd even awkwardly kissed Remus once, in the fourth year (that was a secret she'd take to the grave), not to mention a few boys before that. On the other hand, they'd been brief, not very romantic kisses, because most boys were too sensible to let it go on, fearing with James and his cronies would do to them if they were caught kissing "James's Girl," as she'd been dubbed in the fourth year (a name she very much hated and had tried – unsuccessfully – to get rid of).

In any case, those kisses were nothing compared to this. Lily knew that Sirius was as experienced as she was naïve, but kissing him was… something else.

For a moment, he seemed to stiffen and freeze, and then his hold on her waist tightened, and Lily could feel the warmth emanating from his body, and she was drowning in those lips. She opened her mouth under his, and she tilted her head a bit for a better angle, getting dizzier by the moment – things might have continued, were it not for…

Sirius wrenched away from her, panting very hard, although he was still closer than an ordinary friend would be. His gray eyes were so hectic and wide that they almost appeared to have traces of blue in them. "You realize that James is going to kill me," he hissed.

"Yes," said Lily, a bit disconcerted. She glanced over his shoulder and met furious hazel eyes. "He looks murderous."

"You mean he's watching!?"

"Well, yes. He's about ten feet away… oh, dear, now it's about eight… seven…"

Sirius whirled suddenly, reluctantly detaching his arms from around her waist. He gave James a flustered grin. Janine was behind him, but she looked supremely unconcerned – in fact, she rather looked as though she found the whole situation very funny. Judging by James's look of fury, he didn't.

James had only just opened his mouth to say something – possibly to yell at Sirius – when a smooth voice interrupted them. "Oh, dear… did cousin Siri make his friend Jimmy mad?"

Lily whirled, and she saw, from the corner of her eye, Janine pull her wand from somewhere within the folds of her dress – where was she hiding THAT? – and point it at Bellatrix Black, a scowl fixed on her face. "What're you doing here?" she asked rudely.

Lily knew it was Bellatrix from her voice, but she wondered how the other girl recognized Sirius and James – after all, they were wearing masks.

Bellatrix waved a cream-colored card with scripted, golden writing on its front. The gold reflected in the light of the ballroom. Lily glanced around – a few nearby people were watching them, but not many, which was fortunate. Let's keep it that way and not start a scene, pleaded Lily within her mind. No such luck. "I was invited, darling," Bellatrix said with a smirk. "All purebloods are invited, remember?" Janine looked away, feigning disinterest. "Of course, that does make me wonder why there's a Mudblood here…"

Several things happened at once. James yanked out his wand, a hex on his lips; Janine lunged forward. Sirius got there first, knocking Bellatrix to the ground and causing her dress to rip. She shrieked – now everybody was paying attention.

James and Janine pounced; Rodolphus Lestrange (an ex-Slytherin who'd graduated three years before), and his younger brother, Rabastan, also jumped in. Lily barely managed to grab a hold of Regulus Black's arm to prevent him from jumping in, too – he swiped her off with an angry snap of, "Piss off, Mudblood!"

It took several minutes for the adults to keep more teens from joining the fray. At long last, someone had the presence of mind to wade directly into the fray and pull them all apart, pushing them this way and that, forcing them to break up and nurse minor injuries.

"What are you doing?" hissed Janine's oldest brother, Lyon. Lily recognized him by his voice, although, admittedly, it had never sounded so angry to her ears, even when he had been Head Boy. "Are you out of your minds?"

Mr. Garnet stormed over, his face set angrily. "Stop!" His normally genial voice was sharp and stern. "How dare you fight like this?"

Janine and James – both sporting matching black eyes – hung their heads, embarrassed. Sirius sulked off to the side; the Lestrange brothers were nursing minor injuries. Bellatrix, possibly in the worst condition of them all, was clutching her hand – Lily had thought she'd heard a crack.

It took Mrs. Garnet and Mrs. Potter approximately three minutes to heal everything. Mr. Potter was watching them all with a stern look. "I think," he said, very slowly, "that it's time we removed you lot from the Masquerade. Perhaps, next year, you'll all be mature enough to handle it."

They were herded off to rooms – separate rooms, Slytherins to one side, Gryffindors to the other – and locked in. Lyon scowled around at them all. "Oh, honestly," he began in a disgusted voice.

"Save it," interjected Janine wearily. "All right?" He sneered at her and slammed the door shut, locking it securely.

Janine settled herself on a couch, touching the area around her eye. "Fine mess we've gotten ourselves into," she grumbled.

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"I'm going to kill you."

"I'm sorry! She kissed me, first! I wasn't going to pass up a perfectly good snog!"

"I'm going to kill you."

"You wouldn't pass up the chance if Janine kissed you, would you?"

"I'm still going to kill you."

"I said I was sorry!"

"I don't care. You're dead. They'll never find your remains. Ever."

"Whatever." Sirius glowered at Lily. "Maybe you ought to keep a tighter leash on her, Prongs. Then she won't go around kissing random blokes."

"You're dead," James repeated. Sirius groaned and stuffed his face into a pillow.

Across the room, Lily watched the exchange. "Oh, dear. I hope they're not going to start another fight. We'll get in even more trouble."

"Mmm-hmm." Janine was staring out the window, watching the snow flutter to the ground outside. "Think they'll shove the others in here with us?"

"I hope so. You're more boring than a flobberworm right now. Are you mad because I kissed him?"

"Not particularly, no. We did agree on not having a commitment to each other, after all. He can snog whoever he wants; I can snog whoever I want."

"I think that's a bit… morally unsound. To the people you're snogging, that is."

"Too bad for them, then." Lily rolled her eyes. "Although I admit kissing Sirius was a bit stupid of you. Especially with James looking on."

"Oh, you mean it's okay if James isn't watching, then?"

"What he doesn't know won't hurt him."

"That's icky."

"Icky?"

"Morally unsound."

"Oh." There was a long silence, and then Janine said. "That's the first time you've called him James. Hm."

"Hm what?"

"Nothing. Just 'hm.'" Janine sat up, pulling her hair out of its pile on top of her head. Curls fell around her face in tumbles. "So how did your chat with my grandmother go?"

"Not well. I don't think she liked me."

"I figured as much. Don't worry about what she says – I don't like her much, either. In fact, I don't even think my mother does." She paused. "And you really oughtn't to feel bad about her not liking you. She doesn't like most people. You should hear the way she talks about my father."

"That bad?"

"You have no idea. She doesn't like anybody; nobody can stand her. Grandmother just stalks around, insulting my dad and my brothers – you heard her in the letter, didn't you? She believes that witches were created for the sole purpose of making the lives of wizards easier and more comfortable. Her philosophy of life is that witches and wizards are born to get married right out of school and procreate. The woman must be the perfect housewife; the man must go to work in the morning, come home in the evening, kiss his wife on the cheek, ruffle his children's hair, sit down to eat dinner, say goodnight to his children, let the wife tuck them into bed, read the newspaper until ten or so, then go to bed. The whole process repeats itself the next day."

"Ick."

"In a morally unsound way?"

"No. Just… ick."

"But not icky?"

"No, it's pretty icky, too. Just not morally unsound."

"What the bloody hell are you talking about?" The girls glanced up at Sirius and James.

Janine gave them both a cheery smile. "The difference between 'icky' and 'morally unsound.'"

"Why would you talk about that?" James asked.

"Why not?"

Sirius glanced at his friend. "She has a good point."

"Oh, that reminds me!" said Lily, suddenly. Everyone stared at her, and she glanced at Janine. "I saw you dancing with Snape. You're not… er… snogging him, are you?"

"Eurgh!" she squealed, which, in her three friends' opinions, pretty much summed it up. "No! Of course not!"

"Well, you must be snogging somebody else," said Sirius sensibly. "You're not always with me, you know."

"Oh, for heaven's sake – I went off with Andy Cobalt a few times, all right?" She glowered at Sirius. "And you're not allowed to get mad at me, because you were snogging Miss 'That's Morally Unsound' over there…"

"Oh, so you were off with Andy Cobalt?" asked Lily curiously. "And I thought that was just a ruse to throw us off track…"

"It was only a few times!"

"Let me see if I get this straight," said James slowly. "So, you're dating Andy Cobalt, but you're also snogging Sirius?"

"Now that's morally unsound," said Lily, nodding her head.

"Erm… no. I'm not dating Andy Cobalt. We were studying together. He probably thinks we're going to be dating sometime soon. I ought to tell him that it won't be happening, though…"

"Now that's really morally unsound."

"Lily, shut up. I don't think I've done anything morally sound in the past few years."

"Good point; you haven't," said James.

"Not that you'd know what morally sound is, Potter," added Lily with a disgusted scowl.

"Whereas snogging my best mate at a whim while I've got a crush on you is morally sound?"

"I didn't ask you to have a crush on me. And anyway, your 'best mate' is extremely good-looking."

"Which is why I snog him," interjected Janine cheerfully.

"Like that's the only reason… you know you're attracted to my charm," said Sirius with a winning smile.

"No, really. It's because you're good-looking, honestly."

Janine was spared from his answer by a diversion, provided by James and Lily. "You know, Evans, I really can't believe you kissed him," said James thoughtfully. "What's wrong with me?"

"You're a prat."

"What, and he's not?"

"Oh, thanks a lot, James." Sirius pretended to look injured.

"Don't feel bad," said Janine, patting Sirius on the shoulder. "There's nothing wrong with being a nice, healthy prat."

"Why doesn't that make me feel better?"

"I mean, really," continued James, ignoring Sirius. "I'm really as good-looking as he is, and I'm a better kisser, too."

"I don't really want to know how you found that out," commented Janine casually. James ignored her, too.

"Look, I'll show you."

"Potter, don't you d- mmph!" James had pressed his mouth to his. Sirius smirked as Janine hit her forehead. "Here it comes," she muttered.

SLAP. "Potter! You – you rotten, filthy – how dare you – I mean – Eurgh!"

James rubbed his red cheek. "I am a better kisser, you know," he told her sincerely. She glowered.

"Actually, you're not," said Janine slowly. "I've kissed you both before, and I really do think Sirius is better."

"See! There's another reason that you snog me!"

"Yes, but it's got nothing to do with your charm, Sirius."

Lily sighed, deciding that her three classmates must've had too much champagne. She wanted to have another go at Potter's face – possibly break his nose this time, damn it, that was the third time he'd kissed her in the month and a half–

Fortunately for James, the doors opened and caught Lily's attention.

A door opened, and several more people were forcibly shoved inside. The door snapped shut with a grumbled of, "Damn kids." It had sounded like Mr. Garnet.

Five newcomers stood, staring at the other four for a long moment. Then the first witch removed her mask and glowered around at all of them out of hazel eyes.

"Thanks a lot. I was dancing with a really good-looking bloke, you know!" seethed Jen.

Janine ignored her remark, grinning. "I was wondering when you lot would show up."

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Mrs. Potter and Mrs. Garnet entered the room some hours later. Their faces were stern. "I hope you lot learned your-" began Mrs. Potter, and she stopped. Only Sirius, who was giving them a cheeky grin, was awake. James was sprawled messily along a sofa – in a rather uncomfortable position, too. He was snoring loudly enough to wake the dead, and his head was shoved up against Lily's thigh. Lily, who was sleeping with her chin propped up in one arm, scrunched to one side of the sofa, scowling. It was clear that they'd fought each other for the sofa. It was also clear that James had won.

Janine was flopped in a squishy armchair, and Remus was leaning against one of the arms, his hair falling about his face. Peter and Jen were curled up on the floor, and Alyssa was sound asleep in the window seat. Marlene had scrunched up in the other squishy armchair, her mask shoved onto her head, tangling in her hair.

Sirius grinned at both adults. "I bet them all that I could stay awake the longest. And I won, too!" he added gleefully. Mrs. Potter rolled her eyes while Mrs. Garnet shook her head, amused.

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A/N: Right, there's the update! Aren't you proud of me? Got it out very quickly, if I do say so myself! I'm trying to make my chapters longer. As you can see, there's a lot of useless banter in this chapter – well, I was reading Cassie Claire's Draco Sinister – for the umpteenth time – and I was in a rather silly mood for stupid comments from the peanut gallery in the middle of what should have been a fight between Lily and James, which would mostly consist of Lily's raging and James's smirking… (By the way, if you didn't catch that, the "peanut gallery" is Janine and Sirius). I think I've filled most of the promises I made in the author's not of the last chapter – except the part about applying more depth to my other characters. I'm still working on that. I was going to add a part where Sirius meets his family, as in his PARENTS, not just Bella and Regulus – but I decided that the chapter was long enough. I'll try and fit it in in the upcoming future. We'll see what I can do about it. I also had initially planned on making the conversation between Mrs. Morgan (that's Janine grandmother, for those of you who HAVEN'T figured it out yet) and Lily funnier, not to mention longer, and, well, more confrontational, but I decided not to. I figured Mrs. Morgan would be one of those people who quietly disapproves of Lily, although she doesn't voice it aloud in front of her daughter and grandchildren – although, from the looks of things, she would have, were it not for a little Marauder intervention. As for the Lily/Sirius action… I had no idea why I added that. It's probably because I wanted James to have to fight for Lily's affection… besides, it also gave a reason for Bellatrix to come up and taunt her cousin. Also, if Lily has a crush on Sirius (don't worry, it won't last), it gives James an even bigger reason to want her – because he wants to prove to Lily that he's not a scumbag, and that if she can like Sirius, she can like him. Besides, it only enhances Sirius's reputation as the ultimate sex god, dontcha think? :)

Oh, yeah, another thing – if you haven't seen PoA in the theaters – I went and saw it the day it came out with my friends – GO SEE IT! I liked it, although they left out some important stuff – you'll see what I mean if you go watch the movie. I'll give Tom Felton this – he was FUNNY as Draco. The parts with him in REALLY cracked me up, particularly the encounter with Buckbeak, his encounter with Hermione, and also the drawing – if you've seen the movie, you know what I'm talking about. If you haven't… well, you ought to already know about the Buckbeak and the Hermione things, and the drawing isn't critically important or anything… so I see no reason to put a spoiler warning for this part. Anyway, that's my rant – go see it anyway. The trio are more like real teenagers, not the idealized version of them. GO SEE IT! GO SEE IT! GO SEE IT!

I feel if I haven't got my point across by now… well, then I must suck at like, because I can't make it any cleared that GO SEE IT!

That's the end of my author's not, except…

And, as per utterlyinsane's request – LIFE-SIZE JOHNNY DEPP DOLLIES FOR MY REVIEWERS! YES! WHOOHOO!

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